Maddox picks up the gun, but leaves the Ski Mask. 'Might as well look halfway ready to whoever is going to come by. Can explain not wearing the mask as not wanting to tip anyone off. Wonder what model this is?'
Maddox waits for whoever is coming by to give him instructions to show up.
(2) You wait for almost an hour with no sign of any contact or anyone showing up. That is, until a man with a golf club and a ski mask breaks in through the side door.
Eddie slipped on his mask, grumbling about damned lazy mechanics and 'union fatcats'.
He walked around the building, trying to find a side entrance. And if that side entrance happens to be locked, Ed's perfectly willing to break the thing down.
(6) The side door is indeed locked, but it has a glass pane which, though barred, is still a glass pane. You thrust your golf club between the bars and shatter the pane, then reach through and open the door. Surprisingly, there's no burglar alarm, but not until you enter do you notice the disheveled man with the handgun staring at you.
EXAMINE ELECTRONICS SKILL
HOPE IS AT LEAST MEDIOCRE
VENTURE CITYWARDS TO PARTAKE IN ACQUISITION OF ABANDONED ELECTRONIC WARES FOR CANNIBALIZING
(5) Your trade is DJ'ing and your hobby is electronic music. You know keyboard synthesizers, amps, speakers, stereos, and sound systems inside and out. And what with that and your dabbling with circuit bending for those sweet, sweet distortions, you can't help but know a bit about electronics in general as well.
(6) With a gig booked for this weekend, you don't have to spend your evening jobhunting, so you make your way to the city dump in hopes of finding some components. As luck would have it, you discover what looks like an entire discarded studio sound station--too bad you have no way to move it.
Get back in the van.
(4) Thinking better of storming off on foot, you get back in your van. Without a pedestrian and an unoccupied vehicle in the way, traffic clears in a matter of minutes and you make it to the other side of the bridge.
Oh man, I hate medicating these fucking dogs. They are a mess, smell terrible and have learnt to hate any human who comes near them. Well, there is no reason to spend to long doing this, as the poor stupid things will likely only end up dead and dissected before long... I bet they never needed to work with such depressing dogs in a Wayne Industries lab.
Give the dogs their pills, but take little or no pride in this task - do the bare minimum to make sure each gets their dose in a hurried, slapdash manner.
(6) You finish quite fast. Open, pill, slam shut. Open, pill, slam shut. In fact, your frenzied speed so confused the dogs that not only did none of them snap at you, but you managed to pill all of them before they realized what was going on. Unfortunately, in your haste, you left all the doors unlatched as you closed them. Which you realize only after you leave the room...
"Heh heh," Theodore chuckles to himself as he strides along the street, shoving the gurney in front of him, "A good start."
Now, he just needed somewhere to keep this stuff, and the rest of the hoard of wealth he'd no-doubt amass as The Griller.
Check a local noticeboard for any cheap rooms for rent around Gotham. Do I have an internet-capable phone?
If not, try and think if I have any friends nearby, who wouldn't object to me dumping this crap at their place for a while.
(4) You do have a friend nearby, Pete, who you haven't spoken to in a while but have always been on good terms with. When you call him up, he's sorry to hear about your day and invites you to stay with him and his wife for a while while you get back on your feet.
Very well! Now, with my loyal gang of schoolgirls, propose that we go intimidate the old man running the corner drugstore and get him to give us money and precursors to heroin, and beat the crap out of him and take whatever we want if he refuses (then threaten to kill him for real if he narcs on us). Have Tricia get the gun for the job.
(4) Being a drugstore owner in a terrible neighborhood, old man McCarrey keeps a loaded shotgun under the counter at all times and has his windows barred to the max. However, you come in, guns, bricks, baseball bats, and knives at the ready while he's restocking a shelf, unable to get to the counter. The register only had $50 for security reasons, but you do get the precursors you wanted and leave before he can recognize any of you.
Begin moving my stuff to the large chamber.
(5) With just a few trips, you've relocated all your meager possessions, all without dropping any of them or getting them wet. Now the real work begins...
Open a new tab, and search for a group of disgruntled immigrants that live in gotham, like myself. Keep looking at the manifesto on the cuisine page for replies. Also search around to see if any of the forums have any meetups planned
(4) You do find a group of unhappy Belgians, with grievances similar to yours, though they complain more about the government than the culture. (2) Still no response on that manifesto. Perhaps that forum is not so busy, or maybe these people need more time to digest these weighty words you have posted?
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