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[Propman]

(Propman, I already made a post about what happened which made the current state of myself 'dazed and falling'.)

(Yeah, noticed that and now changing the post to better fit in. You're all right if I rolled for that turn, right?)

((Hey, anyone seen Propman? I'm waiting for them.))

(sorry about that, my computer was broken for a while.)

[WillowLuman]

(Hey guys, sorry I haven't been active in a while. A bunch of IRL stuff came up. Can I get another update? Also sorry to anyone in my games. I haven't had time to post :/)

Huh? What? Did I miss something?  Prophet looks up from his magazine.

(We broke into a bookstore from the bar with the satanic basement and now are looking for information.)
"It seems this city is the haunt of a superhero named Muttman and a supervillain named Dr. Feline. At least, that's what these magazines indicate, and they corroborate with that newspaper clipping we found earlier."

**One of the Administators had some fun with this. _{Muttman? Golden, just golden}**

"Sounds like we've landed right in the middle of some silver-age comic nonsense. Except things seem to have taken a gritty, realistic turn, since judging by what we've seen so far the place has been desolate and covered in cats for some time."

[kj1225]

Kyle... is currently trying to get his wits about him. Fighting is so confusing.

[WillowLuman]

((Whew. Long weekend. How is everyone doing? I've been thinking of increasing the pace a bit, to prevent Group 1 from spending too long on a string of random encounters, but what do you guys think?))

[Cryxis, Prince of Doom]

((I don't care either way))

[Prophet]

((Do what ever you want to do Hugo!))

[Arcvasti]

[[Yeah, Group 1 is going pretty slow so far. Additional speed can't be a BAD thing, right? Right? _{Crickets, pleas validate my opinions}]]

[GentlemanRaptor]

((Not a problem for me.))

[WillowLuman]

(Right then, let's speed things up.)

They looked through the magazines for a few minutes, but didn't find anything else about the city. "I think we should go search the rest of the store now. If this place has a cafe like Barnes n Noble, there might be some sealed snacks, and there could be good stuff in the employee areas."

[Cryxis, Prince of Doom]

(What happened with that strange flesh plant thing earlier in game?)

[WillowLuman]

(We noped away from it, slammed the door, then entered this bookstore next door.)

HugoLuman looks around for a cafe, (12) and sees the bookstore does have a tiny food alcove, (3) though even from here he can see it's completely barren. Perhaps the store wasn't open when whatever disaster struck. Nearby is a door marked "employees only," which turns out to be locked when he walks over and tries it. "Anyone got a couple paperclips? Or, I guess it might just be simpler to break through."

[Arcvasti]

[Coinflip and an examination of my IRL jacket says I have paperclips]

**Actually, I do. Mild kleptomania FTW~!**

Arcvasti digs out a few bent and somewhat distorted paperclips from an inside pocket and hands them to Hugo.

[WillowLuman]

(And a quick test shows I still know how to pick locks. Sorta.)

HugoLuman straightens out one of them. "Alright, haven't done this in a while but let's give it a try..." He sticks it through the keyhole, holding the paperclip steady with thumb and forefinger. He fumbled for a while until he managed to lodge the paperclip against something, while Quasar straightened the other one absentmindedly. Sticking that one in, he felt something give way on the other end of the lock and he turned the handle. One of the paper clips snapped but the door opened. "Yeah, next time might be quicker to break it. But hey, we're in!"
"Good thing it wasn't an electronic lock. Or a slightly more sophisticated tumbler lock."

[SOLDIER First]

SB somehow sneaks the magazine from Prophet when the latter isn't looking.
He begins to read with a stoic poker face.
"Oh, gross. Who does that kind of stuff?"

[Prophet]

Prophet looks SB.  Can I have that back please.