Roll: 3
Goal: Get through the conversation and get to sleep without a major incident.
This isn't so bad... if things go poorly, all I need to do is find the candy... or was it a potion... that would make me grow back to normal size. Normal. Come on Alice... Alex, focus. Sometimes the rabbit hole contains nothing more interesting than a rabbit, there's nothing to be scared of.
Having momentarily regained his composure, Alexander responded, "Yeah, I'm alright for now. I've been trying not to lose my head, but things have just been a little hectic lately. Hey, do you think you could hand me that vial - err - water bottle?"
Melissa offers the bottle and Alex reaches up with both hands. After a moment of struggle, he manages to tilt it without spilling it or being crushed under it, and drink. He then grows to normal size and feels a moment of hope, quickly dashed as he grows much too large for the room. Shifting uncomfortably, he knocks a standing lamp over. Fortunately it doesn’t break, and he manages to upright it without overturning either chair the couple sit in, nor the tv or anything else.
Floundering a bit during the lull in conversation, he asked the obvious, "So... what happens now?"
“Alex …” Joseph begins with a sigh. “Just get some sleep, you look exhausted. And try not to knock down the house on the way.” The wry smile he gives you and the chuckle Melissa responds with take the sting out o the rebuke. “o-okay. Thank you.” Alex turns to go, but get’s lodged in the door. ”Uh … could you give me a hand?” Joseph looks at him oddly for a moment, but sighs, gets up, lants a hand firmly in Alex’s back, and pushes. He doesn’t stop pushing, though Alex slides easily through the door. Instead, Joseph continues to push him, up the tairs, down the hall, and to his room. “Good night, Alex.”
Roll: 3
Darek leaves his clumsily cleaned room and heads to the dining room, where he finds a plate of food, covered with a towel to keep it warm. It isn’t. The pixies pulling on his ears and hair, knocking his peas across the table, and splashing in the little pool of gravy in his mashed potatos make for a less than peaceful meal. Full, thoug perhaps unsatisfied, Darek examines the mess the table has become. “Stupid pixies.”
Roll:1
Annie starts to think, but panic wells up in her at the thought of having these eole know anything about her. “I can’t tell you that! I don’t even have a phone anyway! I’m nobody, leave me alone!” She backs up, fumbling for the door, but finding the kitchen sink instead. “I’m going to call the police, Tom.” The woman says. The man nods at her, and stays put in the doorway as she leaves to another room.
GOAL: GET BACK HOME
Roll: 4
Starn considers his options. He still has his apartment on Cherry Street, he thinks. If his memory is of THIS reality, they let him maintain that. He even got to go there one weekend a month. He might still be friends with Sam, who lives over on Sixth, and John and Sarah would tke him in, bt they live about sixty miles from here. Starn cats his eyes around. There’s always the homeless shelter, or … he eyes an alley, imagining grey coated figures huddled around a barrel fire, warming their fingerless gloves and talking about … whatever it is homeless people talk about around barrel fires.
Goal:Find a place to live.
Roll:3
"You will never take me alive!"
Jack charges the man, a feverish look in his eye [3 v 5] and gets a boot in the gut for his effort. He wheezes and falls to the ground.
“That all you got?” the man sneers.
It’s at this point that another figure enters the bathroom. “No fighting in the shelter. You both know the rules. I’m going to haveto ask you both to leave. Now.”
Roll:4
"...apologies, nurse."
Stan turns to the commotion. Two of the inmates are tugging at a nearly empty tray, the former contents now coating their clothes, the table, the floor. Three of the inmates are wrestling against the two orderlies with varying degrees of success, and several inmates are simply screaming, more than one rocking back and forth in their seats, two standing straight up with their heads tilted back, another pacing quickly in a corner. This last paces in such short arcs that he is very nearly spinning in place. Some of the others are starting to get violent now, and a tray whizzes by Stan’s face, not particularly close, but not far, either.
Roll:6
Jeremy looks at his hand, mortified to see the gun there. “No!” he cries, throwing it across the room at the window. It soundlessly passes through, tumbling as it goes. Jeremy runs to the bathroom, ulls open the cabinet, and hauls his medical kit back to the bedroom. He rushed to the girl, dumps the contents on the bed, and reaches for her, intent on stopping the bleeding. She looks up at him and screeches, shoving his hands roughly away as she scuttles backward toward the wall, trailing blood across Jeremy’s bed. His hands come away bloodstained.
GOAL: Save her. Get her to the hospital.
Roll:5
“Wait a minute … Did I buy this sandwich and drink? Or did that woman give me these?” Joseph thinks back . He ws talking ot this woman, she offered him some food, and he froze up for a moment - it’s hard to remember exactly what happened there. But ater he came to, he ran, and the food was in his hand … Oh God. Joseph runs back the way he came. Which eatery was it? He is spared the search as he recognizes the lady as she comes out from one of the café’s a short distance away. Mortified, and showing it in every feature, he approaches. “Miss. I’m very sorry, but I cannot accept these rom you. Thank you for your kindness.” He thrusts the food into her unwilling hands and dashes off, the hunger gnawing at him even more sharply than a moment ago.
Roll:6
“I don't trust you, you’re one of them, aren’t you? Why did I even marry you?” She looks a little shocked again, thogh not surprised. “You can be such an ass, Edward.”
"We close now. The shed has a broken lock, and I need to fix it."
“Fine. You want it closed, YOU haul all this stuff back to the storage room!” She stomps off into the house, calling for the kids as she goes.
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