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[Beirus]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Theodore Ansen
Appearance: A fairly average looking man, with very little remarkable about him. He isn't overly muscular or scrawny, having an average build. Even his facial features are nondescript, apart from his emerald eyes and silver tongue.
Profession: Science Fiction Writer

Stats: Stats start at -1. Distribute 7 points across them, ranging -1 to 2
Body (using your physicality): 0
Wits (using your mind): 0
Empathy (dealing with people): 0
Weird (using your mutant powers): 2

Mutations: Silver Tongue
Your tongue is silver plated though it moves as it did before- only now others find your lies more believable.

Whiskers
Hundreds of fine bristles burst from Theodore's face, allowing him to sense objects in the dark, measure air currents and feel for upcoming threats.


Inventory: Fly Agaric mushrooms, Bottle of vodka

Signature Gear: An engraved pen given to him as a gift from his parents after the publication of his first book.
Big dream: Become a hero
Wounds: Slightly Singed Clothing, Massive Hangover
Relationship: Timmy Jenkins, his best friend since childhood
Experience Tallys: +2 for exploration, +1 for critical failure

"Well done, Viktor."

Return to the gorilla with the battery. Spend the night learning how to fight from Viktor, using my pen to Chronicle my adventures so far, or sleeping.

[Devastator]

I want to break into the bingo hall via the aforementioned air conditioner method.  If it's locked up that tight, should be a safe place to sleep.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Sandeep Singh
Appearance: middle-aged turbaned Sikh with the characteristic thick mustache and short beard.  Beginning to gray.
Profession: Architect.

Status:
Body  2
Wits  1
Empathy  0
Weird  1
Mutation 2

Inventory:
Razor-tipped Cyberwolf tail.
Lighter.  (just sparks)
Scissors
Plastic Funnel

Telepathy:
You can communicate with anyone within a few miles. You need to focus to pick out their mind, but once you've connected with someone, you can communicate with them mentally whenever you like so long as they're within range. And, until you break the connection, they are able to speak with you mentally at any time.

Powerful Jaw:
You have an immensely powerful bite. You can chew through anything as strong as bone without effort, and bite through much harder materials with focus.

Signature Gear: Narrow, wire-rimmed glasses.
Big dream: Razing all the ugly buildings.  Bwa ha ha.
Conditions:
Relationship: Harjinder.  Spouse, had terminal disease before being frozen.
Experience Tallies: 3

[Supernerd]

Issac figured that he would stay in the Gated Community for tonight at the absolute least. He would be willing to take a turn on guard duty, though he didn't have the inclination to stay up all night. He would also take the opportunity to talk to people about the state of the world, or just about the local religion if that is all they were inclined to speak about.

Spoiler: Issac Revero (click to show/hide)

Name: Issac Revero
Appearance: Issac's appearance may change from day to day due to his abilities. His "default" appearance is as a tall thin man with pale skin and short black hair. His pointer finger on his right hand is made of gold.

His left arm is longer than a normal arm.

Profession: Lawyer

Stats:
Body: 1
Wits: 3
Empathy: -2
Weird: 1

Mutation:
Goldfinger
One of your fingers is made of gold. It is much harder than the rest of your body and cannot feel pain, though it cannot yet bend.

Faceshift
With some effort, you can completely change your physical appearance, from your hair, to face, to body size. Your goldfinger never changes though.

Signature Gear: Three piece suit
Big dream: Impose the rule of law upon this world
Wounds: None
Relationship: Senator Chandler Brevil. Former client. Sort of a big deal back in the day. Not known for being a nice person to say the least.
Items: x2 Mysterious Syringes (labelled Chrome Yellow, Aquamarine), Bit of Sharp Metal, Pockets of Gooseberries, Key to 24 Maid Marian Road.
Experience Tallys: 7

[Wozzy]

Spoiler: El Tigre Picante (click to show/hide)

Name: El Tigre Picante (de Hierro)
Appearance: A very large, well built man. He is wearing plain clothes, but is wearing a mask designed to make him look like a tiger. He has metal protrusions coming out of his fingertips.
Profession: Luchador, Telenovela Star
Stats: Body: 2
Wits: 0
Empathy: 1
Weird: 1

Mutation: Hand Clamps
Your hands have a metallic skeleton, the metal protruding out of your fingertips. This leaves you with a hard, tenacious vice-like grip
Signature Gear: El Tigre wrestling mask (hides his true identity), Insecto Brilliante's metal wing (lost in the arena when used as a folding chair)
Big dream: Gain confidence in the man behind the mask
Wounds: puffed, rain
Relationship: Caballero Fuerte (the man who defeated and humiliated him)- Rival
Experience Tallys: 3
Kudos: 1

El Tigre apologizes profusely. After things settle down, he decides he will spend the night here. Before looking for a place to lay his head, he asks the two some questions:
"I understand that you wish to keep information about your organization away from me, but can you tell me what is going on at least? Why does civilisation appear to have collapsed here? Is it like this all over Earth?"

[notquitethere]

Before I get to the end of day actions, just going to try to finish off these two active scenes:

Swamp Houses

Tim Tam stops. Like, really stops, in the exact pose they were in.

[Tim Tam rolls 6+2-1body=7]
Tim Tam freezes in place. The woman hops off her motorbike. She looks at Tim Tam's extra arm and wings. "London get too crazy for you huh?" she says with a voice like cold gravel. She unrolls a freshly printed poster. "So kid, you seen this guy?"

Despite the distorted fisheye perspective, the image on the poster is clearly an up-close shot of El Tigre Picante, the luchador Tim Tam had briefly seen wake up in Walt Labs.

"You help me find him, I'll sort you out with food, whatever."

(Your scratch has cleared, yeah. All mutants heal fast.)


Crater

Perhaps Theodore needed to start smaller. "Your legs don't work."

Lie with my Silver Tongue. Use my Whiskers to avoid any attacks while backing up to put some space between me and the bear.

[Theodore rolled 4+3+2weird=9]
[Theodore rolled 6+4+2weird+1viktor=13]
The bear's legs give away and it collapses down. As Theodore lies some more, he realises the creatures have shut off their ears to him, sensing his destructive influence. Nevertheless, he's able to use his whiskers to always stay one step ahead of them. He backs away to where Timmy stands in the bushes. Viktor hurls the terrier across the crater where it rolls and then scarpers, then he turns on the bear which is trying to roll itself forward on defunct legs.

The sun dips below the horizon and the only light is the moon.

"TIME TO END THIS THING!" shouts Viktor, as he wrenches the battery out of the bear's stomach and holds it up to the sky. The cyberbeast convulses and its roar turns into a low whine as it loses power.

All this fresh air has cleared away Theodore's hangover.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Irma Rama
Appearance:
Profession: Crimelord

Stats:
Body (using your physicality): 0
Wits (using your mind): 0
Empathy (dealing with people): 0
Weird (using your mutant powers): 2

Mutation:
Signature Gear: Broken heart Also an engagement ring.
Big dream: Assemble the biggest crime syndicate this century has ever seen.
Conditions: None
Relationship: Easton Reade, her former lover turned fiance, and the one who betrayed her. She hasn't decided if she still loves him, or hates him, but doesn't care to find out until she puts a bullet in his stone-cold heart.
Experience Tallys: None

Two mutations please, let's get weird.

Palm Spines
Your hands are very adhesive. You can climb anything a spider could climb.

Radio Sense
If you concentrate you can hear radio transmission, and even send radio signals of your own.

(I'll do your first intro post when I do the next big update for everyone.)

[Beirus]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Theodore Ansen
Appearance: A fairly average looking man, with very little remarkable about him. He isn't overly muscular or scrawny, having an average build. Even his facial features are nondescript, apart from his emerald eyes and silver tongue.
Profession: Science Fiction Writer

Stats: Stats start at -1. Distribute 7 points across them, ranging -1 to 2
Body (using your physicality): 0
Wits (using your mind): 0
Empathy (dealing with people): 0
Weird (using your mutant powers): 2

Mutations: Silver Tongue
Your tongue is silver plated though it moves as it did before- only now others find your lies more believable.

Whiskers
Hundreds of fine bristles burst from Theodore's face, allowing him to sense objects in the dark, measure air currents and feel for upcoming threats.


Inventory: Fly Agaric mushrooms, Bottle of vodka

Signature Gear: An engraved pen given to him as a gift from his parents after the publication of his first book.
Big dream: Become a hero
Wounds: Slightly Singed Clothing
Relationship: Timmy Jenkins, his best friend since childhood
Experience Tallys: +2 for exploration, +1 for critical failure

"Well done, Viktor."

Return to the gorilla with the battery. Spend the night learning how to fight from Viktor, using my pen to Chronicle my adventures so far, or sleeping.

[Failbird105]

Spoiler: Tim Tam (click to show/hide)

Name: Tim Tam
Appearance:

(Yes, her skin is actually purple. Not that purple, but still purple)
Profession: Menace to society

Stats:
Body: -1
Wits: 2
Empathy: -2(includes the malus for an extra mutation)
Weird: 2

Mutation:
Fleet Foot
In concentrated bursts, your legs can move at incredible speed, allowing you to sprint short distances faster than the eye can track.
Hydra
If your head, arm, legs, finger, toe, or any other appendage is removed, two more will grow in their place. You start with three fully workable arms.
Moth Wings
(will write description later)

Signature Gear: matchbook
Inventory: Sturdy Iron Bar, Empty Syringe
Big dream: Find what's left of the old worlds leadership. Burn it to the ground. Revolution.
Wounds: (I'd assume the scratch has probably cleared by now)
Relationship: Marian Mendel- Old lady from the orphanage, tried to help Tim Tam find a home, or at least become a not actively disfunctioning member of society. Emphasis on tried. Still, she was there, more than anyone else can say. (Left behind)
Experience Tallys: 3

Tim Tam would do what they could to aid the woman. They did certainly know at least some minimal amount about the man after all. Most importantly, they knew where he was 2 days ago, and could certainly attempt to reason out how far he could have gone in that time.
Not to mention, this woman looked dangerous, Tim Tam was glad for that. Dangerous people made capable allies.

[notquitethere]

Walt Lab

Nonetheless, she's going to for the night check around this building, food, a weapon, any clues to her father or others. Anything could help and she wasn't going to be able to sleep pent up like this, even if she'd personally advise her patient's to sleep anyway, preferably with some sleeping pills as an aid.

"Doubt that I'll find anything like that in this place anyway."

Name: Irma Rama

[Tasha rolled 2+1+1wits=4]
[Irma rolled 2+3+2weird=7]
Tasha searches the building but with the sun sunk low, she can't find anything of use. Just a lot of smashed offices barely lit by moonlight streaking through vine-clogged windows. Eventually, in front of her father's pod, she collapses in exhaustion and sleeps fitfully.

As the sun rises and light filters through the building, one of the closed pods hisses open. It jolts Tasha awake. Another woman steps out. Irma Rama. She pulls herself out. Her hands catch on the edge of the pod, sticking perfectly as millions of microscopic hairs extend from her palm and catch on the smooth surface of the pod. A wave of static runs through her head, like the tuning of a radio. She listens in and catches, briefly a snatch of conversation between two men:

"...due on the pier in the next five hours. Do they suspect...?"

"No, we're here for an aid package..."

And then static fading into quiet. Irma looks around. This doesn't look like where she was originally frozen and everything is so dusty.

Tasha gains +1 tally for critical failure.


The Ark

If the others think we can trust this guy, then yeah, let’s spend the night here.
Maybe I’d be able to do some repair work around the place with my engineering skills and my thumb blowtorch?

It also occurs to me that I should be asking the guys I'm with about their group...

[Amoretto rolled 6+5+2weird+1engineer=14]
[Amoretto rolled 6+5+0empathy+1keep=13]
The old man introduces himself as Gibson. "Don't get many visitors. My nearest neighbour is up in Cromer. Can't be more than a 1000 people left in Norfolk."

Gibson serves fried eggs with baked potatoes and wild salad for dinner. It's plain, but delicious after the hard day. Amoretto repays the meal by fixing a tear in one of Gibson's chicken fences, melting the wires together.

"That'll keep the foxes out well," says Gibson. "Pretty handy augment you got there. My brother got one of those laser fingers. Before he uploxed himself, the fool."

After the meal, they all sit around in his front room drinking Gibson's plum wine. The furnishing are covered in dog hair, but comfortable. Gibson's half dozen dogs sleep all around.

"This is a nice setup. How do you keep safe up here?" asks Cass.

"I'm something of a vet," says Gibson. "I help injured animals then release them back in the wild. The Eyes can turn a blind eye if you work with them." Frog scowls at this.

"And the Hunters?" asks Cass.

"My brother," says Gibson. "He's a fool, but he's up there somewhere, putting in a good word for me."

"I wish I had your brother," says Dell. He slouches back with a dog across his lap. "We fight off Hunters continuously in the Keep. We let anyone in but we probably lose as many people as we save. It's a losing battle. We need an edge."

"Uploxing would be easier, but it's death," says Frog. "Those things they become aren't human."

Gibson looks uncomfortable. "I don't blame you for wanting to live in the real world, hard as it is. But my brother is still human, fool as he is."

"If you see anyone else out here," says Dell, trying to change the subject, "you should send them our way. We're trying to make Norwich safe again. It was once the second biggest city. I think it could be again."

"Not sure I see the appeal of city living," says Gibson, "but maybe those walls keep you a bit safer than you would be out in the wilds."

Amoretto, Cass, Dell and Frog end up crashed out asleep on the sofas in Gibson's living room, the taste of plum wine on their lips.

Gibson gives them a breakfast of cold potato left overs in the morning, and gifts a jar of pickled eggs. "Come visit again," he says.

"You all ready to head north?" Cass asks the others as she secures the cart on the bikes.


Amoretto gains +1 tally for learning mystery: The Keep's mission is to make Norwich habitable for true humans once more.


Academy

Search for something to eat, then sleep

[Sandra rolled 5+6+2wits=13]
Sandra finds a thicket of hogweed outside one of the windows of the Academy. She remembers once reading that the weed was edible and so she ends up filling up on a delicious salad of hogweed before drifting off to sleep among the mats in the gym. She wakes up still full to the rising sun. The light sparkles through the cracked glass of the school. It's a brand new day!

Sandra is no longer hungry.


Sidings

"You follow me as long as you want, also what are you, are you a robot or is that a mask? But for now I'm gonna go to sleep and figure out what I'm doing in the morning."
Search the train yard for a boxcar I can get into and shut the door and go to sleep.

[Goldstine rolled 5+1+2wits+1redcap=9]
Goldstine manages one better than a boxcar, finding an old passenger carriage. He's looking for a way in when the Red Cap sticks his pike between the doors and levers them open with prodigious strength.

"You're welcome," he says, but he studiously ignores all of Goldstine's questions.

Inside, Goldstine is able to make a fairly comfortable bed pulling up the old cushions of the train seats. He wakes to the sun streaming through the glass and Red Cap poking through Goldstine's pile of possessions.

"You do carry a lot of junk," he says.

Goldstine's stomach rumbles.

Goldstine is hungry.


Gated Community

Issac figured that he would stay in the Gated Community for tonight at the absolute least. He would be willing to take a turn on guard duty, though he didn't have the inclination to stay up all night. He would also take the opportunity to talk to people about the state of the world, or just about the local religion if that is all they were inclined to speak about.

[Isaac rolled 6+1-2empathy+0church=5]
Isaac stays up for a patrol duty and tries to get information about the world out of the pale men he's on watch with, but they're all on edge and barely respond to his questions. He goes to bed in the house on Marian road and sleeps fitfully under the thin blankets. He awakes with a pit in his stomach.

Out in the colony, there are still people on patrol, but apparently no attack in the night. There's no sign of Kam- perhaps he left for London already.

Isaac is hungry.

Isaac gains +1 tally for critical failure.


County Council

El Tigre apologizes profusely. After things settle down, he decides he will spend the night here. Before looking for a place to lay his head, he asks the two some questions:
"I understand that you wish to keep information about your organization away from me, but can you tell me what is going on at least? Why does civilisation appear to have collapsed here? Is it like this all over Earth?"

[El Tigre rolled 4+4+1empathy+0eyesofgaia=9]
"This fool really does know nothing," hisses Natrix.

"Shh," whispers Helen. "He is from a simpler time."

"Not the only thing that is simple," Natrix mumbles.

Helen continues, "The science of Uploxing. It started in the mid 2030s. People could leave their Earthly worries behind, put their mind into the cloud, experience life as a godlike being in a digital paradise. A lot of religions really got behind it, it was heaven, it was the rapture. Struggling families could speak with family members from beyond and learn how good it was. The loss of so many people caused economic crises which led to total market collapse by the early 2040s. As things fell apart, there was more and more reason to uplox. I held out pretty late, but I didn't want to die so I left in '45."

"I did die, for a moment, from hunger," Natrix admits. "My family had put in place a plan to recover me."

"By 2050 almost everyone who was going to uplox had done so. The Eyes were operating by then, there were the first Hunter leagues. It's like this the whole world over. No one really knows how many people are left alive on Earth but it's in the millions not the billions."

El Tigre drops off to sleep in the corner of the mechanics garage. He wakes with the sun shining on his face. Natrix is gone, but Helen is still here.

"Our intel says there's working vehicles in the town," whispers Helen. "I need you to help me take one of them. No way I'm walking to Ipswich in this state."


El Tigre gains +1 tally for learning mystery: most people left Earth by 'uploxing', leaving the world for a digital paradise beyond.


Crater -> Terraces

Return to the gorilla with the battery. Spend the night learning how to fight from Viktor, using my pen to Chronicle my adventures so far, or sleeping.

Theodore heads back with Timmy and Viktor to the terraces.

"That was wild!" says Timmy.

"HIS HEART WAS ROTTEN," Viktor bellows.

They climb the stairwells and go along the cold corridors of the housing estate until they reach the floor with the gored gorilla. There is no sign of Ed or his bicycle.

"You return." it says. "You found a battery.

The great beast takes the battery and carefully unfolds wires from his own stomach to it.

"Ahhh," he says. "This must have been a wicked Marmiter. You did good. Your gang gets a pass from the Legends for now. I give you wicked kudos."
[Theodore rolled 6+1+0empathy=7]
The gorilla doesn't seem to go anywhere, it just lies there charging up, casting a wan light.

"Teach me to fight," Thedore asks of Viktor.

"THE SECRET IS BEING VERY DRUNK," he imparts. "YOU FORGET THE PAIN. YOU FORGET THE HORROR. HERE, YOU WILL NEED THIS."

From one of his many tentacles, he gives Theodore a full bottle of vodka. With that at his side, Theodore settles back to write up his diary of the day.

Theodore gains +1 rep with Legends (Hunter Guild). (Now 0).
Theodore gains -1 rep with GML (Hunter Guild). (Now -2).
Theodore gains a bottle of vodka.
Theodore gains +1 kudos (apparently)


Swamp Houses -> Warehouse

Tim Tam would do what they could to aid the woman. They did certainly know at least some minimal amount about the man after all. Most importantly, they knew where he was 2 days ago, and could certainly attempt to reason out how far he could have gone in that time.
Not to mention, this woman looked dangerous, Tim Tam was glad for that. Dangerous people made capable allies.

Tim Tam co-operates, imparting the direction she saw El Tigre last move in. She introduces herself as Dulcamara.

"My number #1 rule is don't mess around at night. That's when they get you," she says, leading Tim Tam to a safe house outside the warehouse district a short walk south. It was once a two-bed flat above a hardware shop and had managed to hold up well from the deprivations. Dulcamara stashes her bike in the shop and she shares some hot noodles from a flash with Tim Tam in the dusty living room of the apartment.

"Must be rough out here," she says.

"Mhmmm," says Tim Tam, a mouthful of food. She drifts off on battered sofa. The sunlight through the dusty window pane wakes her. Dulcamara throws her an apple, she's all ready to go.

"It's a new day," she says. "Let's find this luchador."

DAY 3 BEGINS

Spoiler: City Map (click to show/hide)

[Naturegirl1999]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name:Sandra
Appearance: A 5 ft tall blonde haired woman with blue eyes
Profession: Teacher

Stats: Stats start at -1. Distribute 7 points across them, ranging -1 to 2
Body (using your physicality): 1
Wits (using your mind): 2
Empathy (dealing with people): 1
Weird (using your mutant powers): 0

Mutation: Eidetic Memory, Bubble Generation
Signature Gear: A notebook I use to write down what I learned
Big dream: Learn as much as I can about the world so I can teach people here.
Conditions: None
Relationship: Naomi. Naomi was left behind. She was one of the few students who actually wanted to learn what I was teaching
Experience Tallys: 4
Faction Relationships
Eyes of Gaia:+1
Church of the Millenium:-2

Head SW searching for Hunters

[Wozzy]

Spoiler: El Tigre Picante (click to show/hide)

Name: El Tigre Picante (de Hierro)
Appearance: A very large, well built man. He is wearing plain clothes, but is wearing a mask designed to make him look like a tiger. He has metal protrusions coming out of his fingertips.
Profession: Luchador, Telenovela Star
Stats: Body: 2
Wits: 0
Empathy: 1
Weird: 1

Mutation: Hand Clamps
Your hands have a metallic skeleton, the metal protruding out of your fingertips. This leaves you with a hard, tenacious vice-like grip
Signature Gear: El Tigre wrestling mask (hides his true identity), Insecto Brilliante's metal wing (lost in the arena when used as a folding chair)
Big dream: Gain confidence in the man behind the mask
Wounds: puffed, rain
Relationship: Caballero Fuerte (the man who defeated and humiliated him)- Rival
Experience Tallys: 4
Kudos: 1

"Alright, point me where, and I'll lead the way. But first, can you help me find something in Natrix's shop to help me travel through these forests? I'm a little on the large side, and pushing through bramble is not fun, and a little destructive."

Look for something to aid in traveling, also look for supplies of any kind.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

Quote from: Elvish Miner on July 19, 2019, 06:19:58 am
Name: Irma Rama
[Tasha rolled 2+1+1wits=4]
[Irma rolled 2+3+2weird=7]
Tasha searches the building but with the sun sunk low, she can't find anything of use. Just a lot of smashed offices barely lit by moonlight streaking through vine-clogged windows. Eventually, in front of her father's pod, she collapses in exhaustion and sleeps fitfully.

As the sun rises and light filters through the building, one of the closed pods hisses open. It jolts Tasha awake. Another woman steps out. Irma Rama. She pulls herself out. Her hands catch on the edge of the pod, sticking perfectly as millions of microscopic hairs extend from her palm and catch on the smooth surface of the pod. A wave of static runs through her head, like the tuning of a radio. She listens in and catches, briefly a snatch of conversation between two men:

"...due on the pier in the next five hours. Do they suspect...?"

"No, we're here for an aid package..."

And then static fading into quiet. Irma looks around. This doesn't look like where she was originally frozen and everything is so dusty.

Tasha gains +1 tally for critical failure.

Spoiler: Miss Smirnov (click to show/hide)

Name:Tasha Smirnov
Appearance:Tall and lithe, with black hair tied tight in a bun. Tasha's eyes are blue in color and her chin is angular, she has a rather likable face, bit soft looking overall, she's missing her left front tooth and she clearly is a homebody judging by her pale skin. She appeared at least before this all went down to be around thirty-two or so years old.

A scar is rather evident across her stomach, long and narrow, there are a few stitchings evident.

Profession:Tasha is a therapist and counselor with a Ph.D. in psychology and full qualification's to both provide mental and emotional aid for both adults and children. Her workplace was based in her own two-story home and she was on the payroll of the government to help assist with and provide aid to citizens, her practice being publically funded.

Stats:
Body (using your physicality):0
Wits (using your mind):1
Empathy (dealing with people):2
Weird (using your mutant powers):0

Mutation:

Internal Gyroscope:A system of spinning weights in her guts constantly adjusts Tasha's center of gravity, giving her incredible balance.
Signature Gear:Her sweater, black and cozy and made of wool. It was something her father knitted for her and Tasha treasures the warm sweater she had which on the back of its collar has her name written in some gold-colored string.
Big dream:Tasha ultimately wishes to find her father and figure out a way to expand her own and his lifespan like she originally promised.

After that?

Well, it's an apocalypse and mental health facilities will be in short supply, to say the least.

Perhaps she could change that?
Conditions:None
Relationship:Adrian Smirnov, otherwise known as her elderly father. A tailor by trade, selling things out of a small shop in the city which Tasha grew up tending alongside him and her mother. Tasha has always respected and loved her father, she indeed was the one who convinced the bespectacled short wrinkled and white-haired Fifty-seven-year-old after Tasha's mother passed away to enter the cryogenic program alongside her. Hoping that in the future her father's life could be extended for many more years and remain in somewhat decent shape and as for why she's coming along? Well, Tasha wanted to make sure he had someone familiar to wake up with beside him and seeing the future does sound pretty cool.
Experience Tallys:I/1

Tasha had slept fitfully, dreams warped and panicky. Blue eyes snapping on open, at the sound of a pod opening, scrambling upwards to their feet. Her balance hard and strange, her stomach churning, her hand feels it and feels the scar, feels the faint thing moving inside of her gut's. Tasha's face pales as they take in the new person's ring, their face, the girl, black hair being brushed aside as a deep breath is forced on out.

"You alr-alright?"

Tasha just stuttered, a clear bit of confusion across their face, the pale homebody letting their thoughts wash over them. Their worry for their father, their worry for themselves, their confusion about everything, she'd...fill the girl in. Blue eyes gleaming, her hands wringing together, a faint warmth, attempting to be calming clearly in their tone.

"Alright, Miss? I believe we are in a spot of trouble, the world outside appears to be rather ruined and I don't know what's going on as much as you. I searched around the building last night, couldn't find anything. Let's stick together for now alright?

It's Tasha, Tasha Smirnov."

[Glass]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Dr. Jeffery Amoretto
Appearance: Taller than average and skinny, though kind of awkward-seeming. Gets antsy when around a lot of people, though becomes much smoother when expounding on a topic he's interested in. Hair is short and brown, skin is pale and moderately sunburnt. His left hand is redder than the rest of him, and looks slightly burnt; it also seems to perpetually have ashes on it.
Profession: Scientist, Engineer, Scout

Stats:
Body (using your physicality): 0
Wits (using your mind): 1
Empathy (dealing with people): 0
Weird (using your mutant powers): 2

Mutation:
Sonic Boom - You can create an intense blast of sound, enough to knock someone off their feet or more.
Blow Torch Thumb - Your thumb burns with an intense heat, glowing hotter the more you concentrate on it. It sheds light as a candle.
Signature Gear: A steel meterstick, frequently used as a pointer, leaned on like a cane, or tossed about like a baton.
Other equipment: old rifle (loaded), 14mm spanner
Big dream: Fixing up the world and getting society started up again sounds like a good plan.
Wounds: None
Relationship: Dr. Jackson "Frost" Davis, one of Jeffery's friends and a member of Walt Labs. Presumably frozen, but if he was, he's nowhere to be seen now.
Experience Tallies: 2

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

[Devastator]

...nothing for me?

[notquitethere]

...nothing for me?

Eek, I must have slipped past it in all the posts I was sorting somehow. Hold on a moment.

[notquitethere]

Bingo Hall

I want to break into the bingo hall via the aforementioned air conditioner method.  If it's locked up that tight, should be a safe place to sleep.

[Sandeep rolled 3+5+1weird+1architect=10]
Sandeep climbs up some piping and manages to pull off one of the air-conditioning units with his bare teeth. He crawls through and drops down into a vast dusty hall with an ugly purple carpet and lots of shiny tables. There's a sofa which makes for a fine enough bed. It's too dark too much else. So he falls asleep there. As he dreams he gets experiences the other dreams of people out in the wastes. Horrifying sights of electric gorillas, tentacled darlings, hovering eyes. What monstrosities are waiting out there for him? Could his wife really be alright when there are such dangers everywhere?

He wakes, the light streaming through the hole he wrenched in the wall. He remembers the lay of the building, his architect senses kicking in, and he finds the door he broke the boards from and unlatches it from the inside. The city, the morning, lays before him.