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I pull open a comm to Jek, "Mr. Bezier, you're needed on the bridge, immediately." I have the sample case in my hand when the comm goes off. I stop in mid step and click my tongue. I shrug at Stanton in apology, and meet eyes with Robynne a…
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Deg, Vet's in love with you- or as least he was in love with Green, which is more or less the same thing in the heat of the battle. If you want him on your side, give him some hope that he could get back with you, maybe make a life. What do you thin…
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I'll use a plastic dowel to dump the ruined clothing in the incinerator, wondering what it cost for a mere mortal. I turn back and I am very studiously looking xir in the face. "Welcome. Uh-" There's gotta be some paper coveralls or a generic woven…
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I drop kit and get up and go, pulling Robynne to the shower, thwacking the controls with a foot to get it started. "Sorry, 'Bynne, no time to be shy, strip!" I look at xir fine clothes, I'll rip them if need be, but there's gotta be a damn zipper so…
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Deg, he understands. Vet understands you. He always could, Louise can't disguise your lovely eyes. Vet can read you like a book. You see he's starting to lower the weapon he's got, some sort of metal throwing stick and its point gleams in the pretty…
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What the- Quickly, I call out. "Shitfuck, Stanton, where's the med kit? " I'm not sure if I can leave the console. Everyone needs to breathe. Everyone. "That's a new trick," I saw, a little dazed. How's the atmo?
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Here's where we're at. Isis, Doghead half hears you, he's blind and going mad with the stings. You see him drop down and start to roll, probably hoping to kill the wasps or put out the fire of the pain. Does anyone in the Caravan have the skill t…
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Deg, my dear, you always need my help. I've missed you. We've missed Vet. You should bring Vet with us. You always need my help. And don't you forget it. I love you.
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Isis, Half Pint is right by you and one of the carts- Fauna is slowed by Stopsign and his whatever the fuck he's hauling, but they look decently far enough, assuming nobody wants to burn rifle ammo. Wisher's words stop you and you see Deg, but also …
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Deg, you slide the fuck away from that nest, and good thing, too- you pass right by Doghead who doesn't know about the wasps. He's got his rifle out and you know he's not swimming in bullets, but he's taking aim on one of the scavs. The sharp crack …
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Deg, you're on a beeline for your target, and you're flitting from cart cover to cart cover to deliver your sting, but you've hunkered down next to a big bus, waiting for the next step in the dance, when you hear a bone-deep buzzing and realize you …
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Deg, let's see you Act Under Fire to get to Cookpot before Vet puts eyes on you.
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That's fantastic, that your visions never backfire. Must be nice. But, Wisher, the maelstrom's echoes come to you in this moment. When was the last time you made a mistake that got someone maimed, or killed? And whatever did happen to your parents?…
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Oh, the lay of the land is akin to this. There's the Scavs and cookpot on the left, the Caravan and pack animals along the bottom, but I've only detailed Deg. You should see the wasp-bus, the alarm car, and the pack of wild dogs. Doghead, Wisher…
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Isis, You know your best escape route- back the path you came to the Caravan, just a little more direct and less wandering in the metal graveyard. The climb up might be tricky if you're being chased or otherwise under fire. Your enemies' true posi…
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Rocco keeps his hand near his gun, and his eyes tighten at the mention of Scavs. "Even with all that? There's plenty." He jerks his chin at the metal graveyard, and you know he's thinking of a big payday. Sparks down the way is a fine place to sell …
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Sounds like you're aiming to read the sitch, Isis. Go ahead and roll+sharp if I hear you right.
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Deg, be Sharp. Isis, be Hard. Wisher, be Hot.
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[OOC: roll+expertise.] (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 3, 3. Total: 7)
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Robynne's impressing me again. Not too many suits get their hands dirty, and even fewer are good at it. I set the microexplosive on the control boil. If I was cooler, I'd have a nice one-liner pun or something for Stanton and Robynne. But that's no…
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Isis, I figure you and Wisher are there watching the bees, thinking about which of these carts has a hive, right? Some sprit in that jewelry cart suddenly remembers its job, or maybe some battery inside woke up when you took the box, but either way,…
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Rocco looks up at you, Deg, eyeing Half Pint warily. "You lot got some trouble?" He carries a handgun in a holster made from a plastic bottle, and his hand makes a half-reach for it, ready to protect the Caravan.
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It's only been a few minutes, but Rocco's already got one of his pipes out and has it stuffed with leaf. He's chillaxing on a blue and white folding lawn chair with one ankle crossed over a knee, jiggling his foot like he'd rather be dancing. But he…
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Wisher, You walk past the carts, your fingertips gently thumping on their metal and fiberglass bodies. The wind seems to pick up, echoing the empty taps and thumps, speeding it up faster and faster to a steady impossibly fast staccato rhythm, lands…
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Isis, let's use a move to see what happens when you go searching. When you scavenge in the ruins, roll+sharp. On a 10+, choose two and find an oddment worth 1-barter. On a 7–9, choose one and find an oddment worth 1-barter: * You find it quickly.…
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Wisher, that brain of yours is about to be open. What's that like for you, and how does it reveal things to you? What do other people see? What happened last time it was open? Feel free to roll that move, too.
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Isis, Wisher, you and a couple of the more starry-eyed others (like Stopsign) start making your way to the metal graveyard. Rocco and most of the guards are staying behind, "too keep a sharp eye" for whatever may come. Fauna's showing you the path s…
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Rocco's like, "It's probably all picked over, fools. Anything that's left has got the rot or boobytrapped maybe. Down there, we're sitting frogs." Remi's quieter, and points. "High ground. Lookout." Man spends his words like he could only use 'em o…
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Stopsign hops down from Belina and moseys over to the twins, hands tucked into those overall things he wears. "Uh," he says. "I think we should check it out?"
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Half Pint looks at you, Deg, with his face screwed up like he'd been sucking on a lemon. "Lord, we can't stop every six minutes." He looks back along the way the small troupe came, as if he's expecting a horde of raiders and bandits and mounted warb…