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[DarthKeagon]

I walk towards the two guards guarding the stage, trying to find a way behind the stage.

[bay12_account3739]

TamerVirus, I believe I sent you the roll but it is not showing up in my sent folder. Did you get it?

[TamerVirus]

Actions sent

[drone1230]

Investigate uncovered object.

Edit: changed action

[bay12_account3739]

I'm going to wait around 3 more hours, and then I suppose I'll put Sinvara in AI mode. I saw him online yesterday so I'm not sure why he didn't post

[bay12_account3739]

I'm putting Sinvara in AI mode for now. Going to aim for 2 rolls tomorrow. Anyone who was using PM’s can post their actions here now. Also, if you don’t have any true task in your roll, just making dialogue or such, I will make it an automatic success. This does not include things like interrogation or charisma rolls.

If there be any mess ups, let me know. It's midnight and I am quite tired

Turn 3
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Salsacookies: Throw my banana boomerang style at the guard's face. I AM BATMAN!!!
=[5] - Summoning the power of the australian boomerang committee, you toss the banana with unrivaled skill. It curves in the air and hits a guard straight in the ear. He lets out a welp of surprise, then looks straight at you. He runs at you and attempts to tackle! [6]: You dodge his tackle with finesse, but collide with another guard. He puts your hands behind your back, handcuffs them, puts a burlap sack on your head, and escorts you to the back as well. After the burlap sack is placed on your head, the journey to the back is a serious of pushes and shoves. You lose all sense of direction. The squeak of a door. The sensation of cool A/C against your skin. You hear a man reciting american speeches with a thick indian accent. You are jerked down onto a bench, which cracks under your weight. There are footsteps, and the door squeaks again. No sounds except for the buzz of an A/C, and the indian male.

drone1230: Investigate uncovered object.
=[5] - You pick up the gold chain on the ground. Reading the engraved name, you realise it belongs to a man named Chad. As soon as you put it in your pocket, your arms are jerked behind your back. “You’re under arrest for the affiliation with suspected terrorists.” You are immediately handcuffed and a burlap sack is placed on your head. They escort you to the trailer behind the stage. Forcefully. (read Salsacookies’ roll for what the inside of the trailer is like.)

TamerVirus: Start reciting famous american political speeches as loud as I can, but in a thick Indian accent
=[5] - “...appeal has been anticipated by many months, and the men are already available. So much for the immediate present. Now we must look to the future. It is essential in the face of the tremendous task which confronts…”

Sinvara(AI): Examine the Mayor
=[1] - A large man drinking a yellow liquid. He smells like fish. Nothing really out of the ordinary here. Out of the corner of your eye you notice guards heading in your direction. You try to escape before they get to you. [4-1[3]] You can't get away in time, and they catch up to you with ease. “You are being arrested for the affiliation with suspected terrorists.”  They put handcuffs on you and drag you to the back with the others. (look at Salsacookies’ roll for what the inside of the trailer is like.)

DarthKeagon: I walk towards the two guards guarding the stage, trying to find a way behind the stage.
=[2] - As you approach the two armed guards to ask them a question, they dart off towards Salsacookies to help with the commotion. Surprised with your luck, you start walking forwards and end up behind the stage, next to the trailer. Your pant legs however get caught on a sharp corner of the stage, and your pocket rips open, spilling and ripping the pictures. Shame. You hear guards coming, and you move to the shadows. You hear them escort multiple people inside the trailer over the course of ten minutes. You can hear muffled talking inside of the trailer. You try to get in, but the door is locked.


Before any of the commotion that happened after Salsacookies threw that banana, a bird dropped straight out of the air. Dead. Plop. Right onto the ground in the middle of the stage. Everyone stared at it without saying anything. For a couple seconds, everyone was confused as to what happened. In the following moments, two very large armed men in security uniforms run up on to the stage, put the bird on a makeshift stretcher using paper towels and sticks, and rush it off the stage. A tear drops from one of the men's face.

Player Status
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DarthKeagon - Wearing a tux with a hole in one pocket.
drone1230 - Wearing a tux. Has a bag over head [-1 to perception rolls].
Sinvara - Wearing a tux. Extremely intoxicated [-1 to thinking or precision rolls; +1 to talking]. Has a bag over head [-1 to perception rolls].
TamerVirus - Wearing a dirty tux. Concussion [-1 to movement or thinking rolls]. Has a bag over head [-1 to perception rolls].
Salsacookies - Wearing a tux. Concussion [-1 to movement or thinking rolls]. Has a bag over head [-1 to perception rolls].

[DarthKeagon]

I attempt to pick the lock of the trailer door.

[drone1230]

Talk my way out. Do not reveal the gold chain.

[TamerVirus]

Continue doing the thing till something happens

[bay12_account3739]

I'll be rolling again at 5 my time (in 4 hours) if Salsacookies posts his turn before then.

[Salsacookies]

Jump back and break the chair. Take the sack off my head and look for escape routes.

[bay12_account3739]

((Sorry for not posting an action earlier, I didn't notice that this had updated.))

Speak to the Indian accented man while making sure to slur the words.
"Nice weather we'rrrrre hav'in innit?"

No worries! I'll be rolling just before I head to bed tonight, and again tomorrow afternoon or so. We'll see what happens

[bay12_account3739]

Don’t be afraid to just post whenever you feel like making dialogue, or discussing important plot pieces. If you’re not sure what to make your action, ask someone!


Turn 4
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DarthKeagon: I attempt to pick the lock of the trailer door.
=[5] - You don’t exactly have anything to pick the lock with, but using your manly muscles you manage to force the handle down without breaking the lock. Congratulations, you are now inside. It’s a relatively small trailer. To the left is a table with a large pitcher of yellow drink, a notebook, and a pen. Above the table is a clock reading 7:42. There are rectangular light fixtures on the ceiling. To the right is an unplugged tube TV sitting on a small wooden stand. In the middle you see 4 people with bags over their heads all sitting on a bench. Two are speaking to eachother, and another one is asking you to let him out. You are feeling kind today, so you take the bags off of their heads. Surprise! The four hostages are actually your friends.

drone1230: Talk my way out. Do not reveal the gold chain.
=[4] - You hear someone open the door, and you immediately start the speech you had planned in your head. The bag comes flying off your head. Low and behold, it’s your savior: DarthKeagon!

TamerVirus: Continue doing the thing till something happens
=[/] - “...You ask, what is our policy? I will say: It is to wage war, by sea, land and air, with all our might and with all the strength…”

Sinvara: Speak to the Indian accented man while making sure to slur the words.
=[/] - “You look at the man with the indian dialect. “Nice weather we'rrrrre hav'in innit?”. He pauses his speech for a second, then resumes.

SalsaCookies: Jump back and break the chair. Take the sack off my head and look for escape routes.
=[6-1[5]] - All of this talking is tiring, and it’s getting you nowhere. Mustering some strength, you lift yourself and inch off the bench and bring it down. CRACK! The bench breaks, knocking everyone who was sitting on it onto the ground face first. You’re all still handcuffed though, so you can’t really move anywhere. You are lying face first on the ground with the others.


With everyone falling on the ground at the same time, the force manages the shake the trailer. Everything inside the trailer bounces around, namely the pitcher of yellow drink. It totters on the edge of the table for a second, then falls and spills all over the floor and onto everyone laying on it. The pitcher barely misses TamerVirus, and rolls away to the left. Everyone except DarthKeagon has yellow drink on them.


Player Status
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DarthKeagon - Wearing a tux with a hole in one pocket.
drone1230 - Wearing a tux soaked with yellow drink. Handcuffed.
Sinvara - Wearing a tux soaked with yellow drink. Extremely intoxicated [-1 to thinking or precision rolls; +1 to talking]. Handcuffed.
TamerVirus - Wearing a dirty tux soaked with yellow drink. Concussion [-1 to movement or thinking rolls]. Handcuffed.
Salsacookies - Wearing a tux soaked with yellow drink. Concussion [-1 to movement or thinking rolls]. Handcuffed.

[drone1230]

Lick the yellow drink off the ground.

[DarthKeagon]

Search for a key to the handcuffs.