Roll: 3
Annie drags herself off the couch and rummages through her desk drawers for a bit before locating all the medical information she has on file. It’s not a complet medical record, she’d have to talk to a doctor about that, but it’ll do.
Roll: 1
The ambulance arrives safely at the hospital at last, and Starn is carted out the back of the ambulance and wheeled inside. He overhears a conversation between one of the irst responders and someone in white from the hospital. Something about electrical burns, contusions, and a bloody nose. And then a whispered conversation, interrupted by a quick glance his way, and then a hasty move away rom him, out of earshot.
Roll: 2
Amused and a little entranced by the results of his complaints, Jack realizes just a touch too late that real trouble was brewing. Fists are raised, and voices get louder. Pushing happens, and Jack is right in the middle of it. He gets hit in the face by a plastic bag reeking of garbage. It’s soft, though, and does no damage.
Roll: 5
At last! Up and down become apparent once more, and Stan finds himself on his hands and knees. Balance is restored. Literal balance, as in, his inner ear is no longer making the world twist and turn every time he moves his head. Time and space resolve themselves in a sparkling moment of clarity, beore muddying a bit, though not back to the morass they were but moments ago.
Roll: 4
Being attacked from all sides, Jeremy strikes back. He struggles wildly, pushing, hitting, kicking, occasionally biting, and the images begin to falter. Some look betrayed, some look fearful, some fight savagely on, bt the chains become less and less, and Jeremy finds himself alone again in a dark hallway, the images of the past locked behind doors, seen but through windows, or lining the walls in picture frames. A few still cling to him strongly, but not enough to keep him from moving forward, toward the dim light he sees ahead.
Roll: 2
Walking away from the dumpster, Joe pulls out a bun and is about to eat, when the raised voices around him cause him to look up. Unfortunately, he looks up a little too late, and a body collides with his. He is unharmed, but in his fright, he lost hold of the bag. He didn’t se ewhere it went. The bun he was about to snack on is still in his hand, though, if a bit crumpled. The jostling apears manageable at the moment, too, so he doesn’t seem in immediate danger for his life.
Roll: 6
"Just enjoying the scenery, pal."
In a hurry, and still concerned about a tail, Ed runs quickly away, hoping to regain his anonymity before heading back to his parents’ place. He runs a bit longer than he means to, and ends up rather winded two miles away. Mom’s probably wondering where he is by now.