Icons Issue 1 : Withdrawal Symptoms

Banjo

Sovereign City!

The north-east's gleaming jewel of steel and glass on the Seycaloose Delta!
From the towering peaks of the Heydanks to the concrete canyons of downtown, when the sun shines, the Sov reigns! And for decades that sun has indeed shone on the four-isled burgh - under the watchful eye of their peerless protector Apex this town has gone from strength to strength as crime took a back seat to progress and prosperity! Whether its the canny investors cleaning up on the Cabbage Patch or the Sovereign City Supremes slamming touchdowns in Clyburn park, the finest minds in Torisson-U and NeXus Labs pushing the boundaries of scientific achievement or the kids dancing the night away in Peccadillo's, pushing the boundaries of socially acceptable behaviour - this is a city in it's prime.



At least it was.
For all is not well on the Tetratoll - In recent weeks crime is on the up and the familiar red streaks in the sky and echoing sonic booms so familiar to her citizens as the signs of their city's protector have been noticeably absent. By day, gangs from the Skillet and nearby Lakeside brazenly lay claim to the streets, while the night rings with screams of pain, the snap of bones and rumours of something altogether more unsavoury refuting those claims. In but a few short weeks this town has moved from a city on the up to a city on the edge.

But these are concerns for city officials, for politicians, for leaders of industry - regular folks like yourselves have more pressing concerns. Will I lose my job if I miss the Cloop and have to walk to work? How am I paying for my mortgage or my next frapaccino from Big-Shots? Is my daughters new boyfriend a Neomutt supremecist? And so it is, with these ordinary matters in mind, that we set our scene.

Interior - Advice desk #3, First National Bank, Downtown.
The assistant manager reviews the document one more time, clicking his tongue and glances up, a look of rehearsed pain on his face.

"Mr Heffernan, 1st National values your business, we always have, but you can see here for yourself - your insurance covers fire, theft, standard liabilities… but I'm afraid there's no provision for persecution by a gang of international vegan terrorists. The resultant damage will have to be paid for somehow, and knowing that these debts exist - not to mention the current state of your finances and income - the bank can't in good conscience risk renegotiating the terms of the mortgage on your farm to release equity you don't have. Indeed, at this rate, in a few months it won't be your farm. So I'm sure you appreciate the position that puts me in."

He pauses, open-palmed and waning smile, hoping this sweaty redneck will just go away.

Interior, Foyer ATM, First National Bank, Downtown
Shelly Bridges waits in line. There are 3 customers ahead of her and one behind, but the other 5 ATMs seem equally busy so there's no immediate reason to move, except for the idiot at the head of the line who's been pressing those buttons so long he may well be trying to open an account.

Exterior, Muir St. Station, Muttonspire Island.
Dr Hamilton checks his watch, then directs his charge to hurry towards the head of the platform.
"Doon't worry lad, yerl be fine. Jusht shtay close to the last carriage and let it pull yuh along, yull be in doon-toon in nae taime!"
The Cloop train begins to accelerate sharply out of the station headed waterward, commuter-crammed carriages flashing past the pair, the final one rapidly approaching.
"An dinnae **** it up ur yer dead! Hahahahaha!"
With a booming laugh he shoves Indigo Spirit into the track immediately behind that last carriage as it whips by.
Please roll Awareness [d6+6] vs difficulty 3 [d6+3]!
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Interior, The Squirrelcopter - The skies over Summersisle
The sun rises to it's Zenith, another glorious Sovereign City day. But crime doesn't take time out to go to the beach or fire up the barbecue, and so neither can Plasma Squirrel or Squiramorph. Morning patrol has been a little uneventful and lunchtime beckons, but an appetite needs to be earned - They push onwards north, away from the comforts and relative safety of affluent Suschere to where they're needed most.

Passing over Carter Hall, Squiramorph plays idly with the dials and flipswitches on the radio scanner, engaging and disengaging custom algorithms and decoders, when suddenly she picks up a garbled transmission. It's not clear, but they catch something about vans and the Panhandle. From their lofty position they can clearly see the Panhandle bridge stretching southwards from the Skillet to where it makes landfall in Summersisle's financial district, the Cabbage Patch, and sure enough there are 3 unmarked vans rapidly traversing, weaving wildly through traffic. Their destination is unclear, their intent unknown.

Necro

Banjo wrote: »

Interior, The Squirrelcopter - The skies over Summersisle
The sun rises to it's Zenith, another glorious Sovereign City day. But crime doesn't take time out to go to the beach or fire up the barbecue, and so neither can Plasma Squirrel or Squiramorph. Morning patrol has been a little uneventful and lunchtime beckons, but an appetite needs to be earned - They push onwards north, away from the comforts and relative safety of affluent Suschere to where they're needed most.

Passing over Carter Hall, Squiramorph plays idly with the dials and flipswitches on the radio scanner, engaging and disengaging custom algorithms and decoders, when suddenly she picks up a garbled transmission. It's not clear, but they catch something about vans and the Panhandle. From their lofty position they can clearly see the Panhandle bridge stretching southwards from the Skillet to where it makes landfall in Summersisle's financial district, the Cabbage Patch, and sure enough there are 3 unmarked vans rapidly traversing, weaving wildly through traffic. Their destination is unclear, their intent unknown.

Squiramorph slides up her mask slightly and looks at her partner.

'Shrieking Cylons, Plasma Squirrel! You think we should check that out? At the very least they need a talking to about their driving!'

sKeith

I wait patiently in the queue.

Baggly

Necrominus wrote:

Squiramorph slides up her mask slightly and looks at her partner.

'Shrieking Cylons, Plasma Squirrel! You think we should check that out? At the very least they need a talking to about their driving!'

Plasma squirrel strokes his chin.

Indeed my squirly companion. Indeed. Increase speed and I'll swing us around alongside the bridge'

Necro

Pter wrote: »

Plasma squirrel strokes his chin.

Indeed my squirly companion. Indeed. Increase speed and I'll swing us around alongside the bridge'

'Increasing speed now, Plasma Squirrel - guide us to the bridge as you would a knife through hot butter.'

Banjo

The panhandle is a fairly plain, unadorned two-leafed bascule bridge, and bringing the Squirrel Copter in close is fairly straight forward. Plasma Squirrel lines them up with the center of the bridge just as the last of the 3 vans approaches. They get a very clear view of the passenger window - a young, bewaistcoated man with his red hair gelled up into a ludicrously tall quiff leans out the window, jeering at the traffic and mock-swinging a heavy candlestick. Loomies!

Can I get an Awareness roll from each of you?
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Nebelwerfer

Banjo wrote: »

...not to mention the current state of your finances and income - the bank can't in good conscience risk renegotiating the terms of the mortgage on your farm to release equity you don't have. Indeed, at this rate, in a few months it won't be your farm. So I'm sure you appreciate the position that puts me in."

He pauses, open-palmed and waning smile, hoping this sweaty redneck will just go away.

"Young man, I am not asking you to renegotiate the terms of my mortgage...

I am asking you for a LOAN... to seize business opportunity, to allow me to clear my balances and be rid of this damning cloud over my head...

Back in my day, people would still listen when someone had something to say... not feign an interest... not trying to wise-ass out of a conversation... But, actually LISTEN".



"Before you criticize, walk a mile in my shoes..."

Mr. Heffernan stops pointing towards the young man and moves his finger onto the paperwork and taps it determinedly.

"Now, I would kindly like you to review the documentation that I have supplied...AGAIN... And dont give me the same spiel you have so far, as we will need to take it up a level and discuss it with your manager".

He reminds the assistant manager, what is in the pack.

"You have proof of collateral, established through independent financial adviser, you have the business plan, you have my business and personal financial details, my account receivables and payables are in order, with my financial statements audited and reviewed.

I have insurance backing, copies of past returns and exclusion agreements with your manager on missed payments.

Considering the overall worth of the plot, I'll allow a renegotiate on future rations to make the deal even sweeter for yourselves... but young man, if this goes above your head, please get someone more 'senior' to the desk and we can properly continue the conversation.".

Mr Heffernan shuffles back, sits back done, wraps one leg over the other and holds has hands on his knees awaiting a response from the 'assistant manager'.

Banjo

(Awareness roll - Squiramorph Moderate Success, Plasma Squirrel moderate failure)

While Plasma Squirrel focuses on the marauding van and it's coiffured commuters, Squiramorph turns her attention to a faint, persistent clanging sound. That's when she notices that all the other cars have stopped and the bridge is raising. Her eyes go wide and she instinctively grabs the Collective, the Squirrelcopter climbing just in time to avoid the freighter passing below them. Loomie Van number 3 accelerates over the bascule leaf, jumping the gap and skidding slightly as it lands. By the time Plasma Squirrel re-asserts control, all 3 vans are careening off into stone straits of the Cabbage Patch, leaving the Secret Squirrels in their dust.

Necro

'Not to mind, Plasma Squirrel. We should head for the Cabbage Patch anyways, perhaps we can spot them again from there.

Or go home, crack open some walnuts, watch The Animals of Farthing Wood and call it a day?'

Baggly

'Tempting SM.....but crime hasn't put it's feet up yet and neither will we.'

Plasma Squirrel turns in the direction the Vans were heading and indicates to SM to put the foot down (metaphorically).

Fourier

Indigo spirit calms his mind as still as a winter lake in Kyoto, his hand almost moves by itself...

Necro

'Full speed ahead, you got it!'

Squiramorph engages the throttle as Plasma Squirrel heads for the Cabbage Patch.

Banjo

Nebelwerfer wrote: »

He reminds the assistant manager, what is in the pack.

"You have proof of collateral, established through independent financial adviser, you have the business plan, you have my business and personal financial details, my account receivables and payables are in order, with my financial statements audited and reviewed.

I have insurance backing, copies of past returns and exclusion agreements with your manager on missed payments.

Considering the overall worth of the plot, I'll allow a renegotiate on future rations to make the deal even sweeter for yourselves... but young man, if this goes above your head, please get someone more 'senior' to the desk and we can properly continue the conversation.".

Mr Heffernan shuffles back, sits back done, wraps one leg over the other and holds has hands on his knees awaiting a response from the 'assistant manager'.

"Sir, while I respect your opinion and concede that that was an excellent speech, I very much doubt we'll find anyone in this bank, or indeed the indian burial ground upon which it is built, who is more 'Senior' then yourself. Furthermore, these documents you have submitted... there's a newspaper clipping about a decades old mob thug, a receipt from NPC-World and a napkin that you've drawn some pictures of cattle in some quite frankly bizarre poses on. It doesn't really constitute a sound basis for a financial transaction.
While your land might have been worth something once, ever since those zealots from WANC moved in the prices have plummeted - you're in negative equity, sir. And that is before you address the culling of your livestock or the environmental damage of all that blood leaking into the water table. I'm afraid I'm going to have to bid you good day."
He stands, pushing Heffernan's papers back across the desk, proffering a limp handshake.

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

Indigo spirit calms his mind as still as a winter lake in Kyoto, his hand almost moves by itself...

7 vs 3 - Major success

As he falls, Indigo Spirit sublimes, being pulled along by the C-Loop, station by station along the counter-clock track, out over the river and across Munroe. At each stop he solidifies trackside, runs to the opposite end of the track and rejoins the train as it accelerates on to it's next destination. It's about 4 stops, at Liberty Way station, when the driver finally notices him and calls a conductor.

He's standing at the edge on an elevated platform, there's railing protecting a 30 foot drop-off down to street level behind him and a burly conductor is approaching from the front. The train is making no move to leave the station while he's standing there. Other passengers are beginning to back away leaving him with nothing but a bench, a bin and a vending machine for company.

Banjo

Necrominus wrote: »

'Full speed ahead, you got it!'

Squiramorph engages the throttle as Plasma Squirrel heads for the Cabbage Patch.

Despite the fact that they seem to be changing who's in the driving seat quite regularly, the kinetic couple make swift progress after the vans, seeing them split as 2 of them head into an underground parking garage and the 3rd drives up the steps and through the front door of the 1st National Bank.

Banjo

sKeith wrote: »

I wait patiently in the queue.

That guy is still pressing buttons. What on earth could he be do-JESUS CHRIST! There's an almighty clatter
Roll CoOrdination vs Difficulty 4[d6+4]

Necro

'Crumbs and Acorns! What's the plan here Plasma?'

Nebelwerfer

Banjo wrote: »

"Sir, while I respect your opinion and concede that that was an excellent speech, I very much doubt we'll find anyone in this bank, or indeed the indian burial ground upon which it is built, who is more 'Senior' then yourself. Furthermore, these documents you have submitted... there's a newspaper clipping about a decades old mob thug, a receipt from NPC-World and a napkin that you've drawn some pictures of cattle in some quite frankly bizarre poses on. It doesn't really constitute a sound basis for a financial transaction.
While your land might have been worth something once, ever since those zealots from WANC moved in the prices have plummeted - you're in negative equity, sir. And that is before you address the culling of your livestock or the environmental damage of all that blood leaking into the water table. I'm afraid I'm going to have to bid you good day."
He stands, pushing Heffernan's papers back across the desk, proffering a limp handshake.

Mr. Heffernan looks taken aback by ludicrous statements made by the assistance manager.

He pulls himself upright, standing across from the young gentleman. He scratches his head, seemingly confused, rubs his belly and belts out some laughter.



"You youngsters have a strange sense of humor... but I suppose this is what they call, building rapport, these days...".

"I assure you sir, all the paperwork is in order...".

Mr Heffernan points towards the specific documents and draws the attention of the Assistant Manager as he walks through the list again.

Baggly

Banjo wrote:

Despite the fact that they seem to be changing who's in the driving seat quite regularly, the kinetic couple make swift progress after the vans, seeing them split as 2 of them head into an underground parking garage and the 3rd drives up the steps and through the front door of the 1st National Bank.

OOC; PS steers, SM controls throttle.

Baggly

Banjo wrote:

Despite the fact that they seem to be changing who's in the driving seat quite regularly, the kinetic couple make swift progress after the vans, seeing them split as 2 of them head into an underground parking garage and the 3rd drives up the steps and through the front door of the 1st National Bank.

Plasma Squirrel jumps from the Squirrelcopter and sets the autopilot to bring SM to the bank. Before departing he shares some inspirational words with his diminutive sidekick...

'lets show them what the secret squirrels can do pal; you take the guy in the bank, but play it safe and call me if you need any help''

Plasma squirrel runs into the underground car park after the 2 vans.

Banjo

Pter wrote: »

OOC; PS steers, SM controls throttle.

That's not how a helicopter works. In simple terms, the cyclic points you in a direction and the collective affects lift. You *can* achieve additional acceleration using the collective while tilting the blades to move forwards but there would also be an increase in elevation. And yes, I did just find this out when I googled what to call the stick a few posts ago

Baggly

Banjo wrote:

That's not how a helicopter works. In simple terms, the cyclic points you in a direction and the collective affects lift. You *can* achieve additional acceleration using the collective while tilting the blades to move forwards but there would also be an increase in elevation. And yes, I did just find this out when I googled what to call the stick a few posts ago

OOC; she controls our acorn afterburner? Does that work? Otherwise ok I'll just fly the thing.

Banjo

Banjo wrote: »

That guy is still pressing buttons. What on earth could he be do-JESUS CHRIST! There's an almighty clatter
Roll CoOrdination vs Difficulty 4[d6+4]

Roll 3vs7, -4 - Major Failure
Shelly is thrown prone by a press of bodies and winded as the van piles through the foyer. As she struggles to regain her breath, the van disgorges it's oddly-dressed occupants and something big gets out of the back. By the time she's ready to get up, the gang are inside, the inner door closed behind them, with 2 thugs left in the foyer as guards. They gesture at any standing customers with their over-sized candelabra, bellowing at them to get out.

sKeith

Shelly stays prone.

Banjo

Nebelwerfer wrote: »

"You youngsters have a strange sense of humor... but I suppose this is what they call, building rapport, these days...".

"I assure you sir, all the paperwork is in order...".

Mr Heffernan points towards the specific documents and draws the attention of the Assistant Manager as he walks through the list again.

"Mr Heffernan I don't see the point in..."
The assistant manger stops as his sight blurs a little.
"....but I suppose i can't hurt to...no, this is nonsense, I can't accept... although this insurance report does look quite convincing now that I..."

He waivers back and forth - a sudden crash and a series of screams snaps him out of it. The door bursts open and a bunch of identically dressed goons in tattered waistcoats, their hair teased up into flame-like licks burst in, screaming at everyone to get on the ground. Some of them wave ridiculously oversized candlesticks threateningly, others just point clenched, gauntleted fists. Behind them, a huge mass plods in, rumbling that everyone needs to be cool, and calmly barring the door behind him.


The assistant manager drops Mr Heffernan's documents and slowly slides underneath Advice Desk #3 while the gang begin rounding up customers.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

He's standing at the edge on an elevated platform, there's railing protecting a 30 foot drop-off down to street level behind him and a burly conductor is approaching from the front. The train is making no move to leave the station while he's standing there. Other passengers are beginning to back away leaving him with nothing but a bench, a bin and a vending machine for company.

Indigo Spirit remains where he is and gives a friendly smile to the conductor.

"Sorry Sir, I realise I might have frightened the passengers. Just a new hero trying out my powers, won't happen again"

Banjo

Pter wrote: »

Plasma Squirrel jumps from the Squirrelcopter and sets the autopilot to bring SM to the bank. Before departing he shares some inspirational words with his diminutive sidekick...

'lets show them what the secret squirrels can do pal; you take the guy in the bank, but play it safe and call me if you need any help''

Plasma squirrel runs into the underground car park after the 2 vans.

Plas has plenty of time to set the autopilot and consider the wisdom of his hasty exit on his way to the ground.

you can take the damage or roll Strength Vs a difficulty of 4

Baggly

OOC: Roll please

Rolled a 7

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

Indigo Spirit remains where he is and gives a friendly smile to the conductor.

"Sorry Sir, I realise I might have frightened the passengers. Just a new hero trying out my powers, won't happen again"

"SIR??"
She looks down at her dowdy, shapeless uniform, reflecting on the dowdy, shapeless mass it hides and rubs her sandpapery chin sadly.

"Well...uh....you see that it doesn't!"

From a short distance to the north comes a crash and the sound of an alarm.

"No wait! See that it does, boy, see that it does!"
She turns away and starts muttering into her radio

with your willpower there's no point in even asking you to roll to convince or charm her, her roll was terrible, unless the die cracks in half you can't lose

Necro

Pter wrote: »

Plasma Squirrel jumps from the Squirrelcopter and sets the autopilot to bring SM to the bank. Before departing he shares some inspirational words with his diminutive sidekick...

'lets show them what the secret squirrels can do pal; you take the guy in the bank, but play it safe and call me if you need any help''

Plasma squirrel runs into the underground car park after the 2 vans.

Squiramorph hits in a few adjustments to the co-ordinates for the auto-pilot and lands on the roof of the bank. As the rotary blades slow down to a stop, she exits the Squirrelcopter, stretches and begins to transform...

'Form of a Mouse!'

Whilst doing so she looks for any gutters around the place that lead to the street.

Banjo

Pter wrote: »

OOC: Roll please

Rolled a 7

No you didn't, you rolled 4+7=11 Vs 6 is a massive success.
So you get the landing

Baggly

Rather pleased with how he nailed the landing, Plasma Squirrel proceeds to the car park.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

From a short distance to the north comes a crash and the sound of an alarm.

"No wait! See that it does, boy, see that it does!"
She turns away and starts muttering into her radio

with your willpower there's no point in even asking you to roll to convince or charm her, her roll was terrible, unless the die cracks in half you can't lose

Indigo turns to the sound of the alarm.

"Sorry for the trouble miss" he shouts back as he sprints off toward the north.

He smirks to himself as he sprints, excited at taking down some bad guys.

Banjo

Necrominus wrote: »

Squiramorph hits in a few adjustments to the co-ordinates for the auto-pilot and lands on the roof of the bank. As the rotary blades slow down to a stop, she exits the Squirrelcopter, stretches and begins to transform...

'Form of a Mouse!'

Whilst doing so she looks for any gutters around the place that lead to the street.

There are a series of stone gutters at the edges of the roof leading to some antique-looking metal ducting headed streetwards or a number of air-conditioning outlets dotted around the roof itself.

Necro

Banjo wrote: »

There are a series of stone gutters at the edges of the roof leading to some antique-looking metal ducting headed streetwards or a number of air-conditioning outlets dotted around the roof itself.

The now mouse-sized (I think) Squiramorph scampers as fast as her little legs can carry her into the stone gutter.

OOC: I fear being ripped to shreds by the air con vents :P

Banjo

sKeith wrote: »

Shelly stays prone.

While one thug starts poking terrified customers, ushering them out onto the street, the other goes to the back of the van and slips on a pair of oversized gauntlets, flexing his fists and grinning. There's an audible beeeeyooooooooo as they come online.

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

Indigo turns to the sound of the alarm.

"Sorry for the trouble miss" he shouts back as he sprints off toward the north.

He smirks to himself as he sprints, excited at taking down some bad guys.

Indigo shoves past irate commuters and a few street vendors clustered at the entrance to the station and heads north. It's not long before he arrives across the street from 1st National. Shell shocked customers are staggering out of the door. In the sky he sees a non-regulation helicopter setting down on the roof. In the distance the sound of sirens is just becoming audible over the cacophony of the alarm. Huddled on this side of the road with comparative safety of 6 lanes and a decorative floral median between them and the bank, a crowd of gawkers has begun to form.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Indigo shoves past irate commuters and a few street vendors clustered at the entrance to the station and heads north. It's not long before he arrives across the street from 1st National. Shell shocked customers are staggering out of the door. In the sky he sees a non-regulation helicopter setting down on the roof. In the distance the sound of sirens is just becoming audible over the cacophony of the alarm. Huddled on this side of the road with comparative safety of 6 lanes and a decorative floral median between them and the bank, a crowd of gawkers has begun to form.

Indigo quickly approaches one of the gawkers, hoping to learn a little more before jumping into action.

"Any idea what's going on?"

Banjo

Necrominus wrote: »

The now mouse-sized (I think) Squiramorph scampers as fast as her little legs can carry her into the stone gutter.

OOC: I fear being ripped to shreds by the air con vents :P

They carry her pretty quick down the 3 storey façade and she reaches the street safely

Necro

Banjo wrote: »

They carry her pretty quick down the 3 storey façade and she reaches the street safely

Squiramorph turns, scratches her ear briefly, before scampering up to the door of the bank, looking to squeeze under the door. She also has a brief scan for any machinery the bank robbers (OOC: Haven't seen them yet so this is her assumption) may have left lying about.

Banjo

Pter wrote: »

Rather pleased with how he nailed the landing, Plasma Squirrel proceeds to the car park.

A trail of broken glass and dented bonnets leads him to the 2 vans. They're parked near what looks like it used to be a security door before someone shoved a six foot wide lava drill through it. Smoke billows out of the twisted metal wreck. Two Loomie thugs are leaning against the vans, taunting a bound guard. They haven't noticed you yet.

Baggly

OOC; Is this car park under the bank or another building?

Nebelwerfer

Banjo wrote: »

The assistant manager drops Mr Heffernan's documents and slowly slides underneath Advice Desk #3 while the gang begin rounding up customers.

Unphased by the goons, it is the assistant manager's reaction to the commotion that makes Mr. Heffernan's blood boil.

"That damn loan... I need that damn LOAN..." he thinks to himself, as he looks at the assistant manager who's starting to cower underneath the desk...

"Hmmmm...." He grinds his teeth together, which lets loose a high pitch screek as the teeth drag over another another....

"Hmm... Milksop of a man...". he says as he stares directly into the assistant managers eyes.

He turns around to see who, or what, had made this unruly entrance.

sKeith

Banjo wrote: »

While one thug starts poking terrified customers, ushering them out onto the street, the other goes to the back of the van and slips on a pair of oversized gauntlets, flexing his fists and grinning. There's an audible beeeeyooooooooo as they come online.

Shelly conjures up a thick fog, which pours out of any vents that shelly can recall, fog that encompasses the whole bank, with a 1 foot visibility range, not just enveloping the inside of the bank, but which extends to 2 meters outside of the the bank too, whisping off up the outside of the building.

Banjo

Pter wrote: »

OOC; Is this car park under the bank or another building?

The entrance was around the corner from the bank but based on the way you came down the ramp, it's definitely under the right block if not immediately under the bank itself.

Necrominus wrote: »

Squiramorph turns, scratches her ear briefly, before scampering up to the door of the bank, looking to squeeze under the door. She also has a brief scan for any machinery the bank robbers (OOC: Haven't seen them yet so this is her assumption) may have left lying about.

To be clear, the door from street to foyer is wide open. The door from foyer to bank is closed. To get to the closed door you'll need to sneak past the guards. You are in the foyer. From the open door to the street in terms of machinery, you can see there are 6 ATMs - 3 either side. There are security cameras in the corners and one over each of the doors. There's a van - the engine is off. From the looks of things, those gauntlets are technical in nature.

Fourier wrote: »

Indigo quickly approaches one of the gawkers, hoping to learn a little more before jumping into action.

"Any idea what's going on?"

Through a mouthful of the city's famous Honey Mustard Beef Nuggets, a middle-aged gentleman in a floral print shirt splutters
"Van! Went thruh - *cough* - 'scuse me! Went right through the doors! Right honey?"
He elbows his wife, ruining the selfie she was taking with the bank in the background. She scowls at him but smiles and Indigo.
"Oh ya! Right through, then the alarms went off, and people were staggering out - it's just like in the news reels!"
She points enthusiastically at her T-Shirt, emblazoned with a red pentagon depicting what looks like a yellow silhouette of spaceship being chased by a seagull. (Any resident of Sovereign City will recognise this as Apex's emblem)
"You think he'll come? Hey! Will we be on the news??? OH MY GOD!" she squeals excitedly, pulling her husband in for another selfie with the bank.

Nebelwerfer wrote: »

Unphased by the goons, it is the assistant manager's reaction to the commotion that makes Mr. Heffernan's blood boil.

"That damn loan... I need that damn LOAN..." he thinks to himself, as he looks at the assistant manager who's starting to cower underneath the desk...

"Hmmmm...." He grinds his teeth together, which lets loose a high pitch screek as the teeth drag over another another....

"Hmm... Milksop of a man...". he says as he stares directly into the assistant managers eyes.

He turns around to see who, or what, had made this unruly entrance.

It was that big dude I put a photo of earlier. The one who definitely isn't Clayface, for copyright reasons.

sKeith wrote: »

Shelly conjures up a thick fog, which pours out of any vents that shelly can recall, fog that encompasses the whole bank, with a 1 foot visibility range, not just enveloping the inside of the bank, but which extends to 2 meters outside of the the bank too, whisping off up the outside of the building.

In the foyer, Loomie number one shouts "****! SWAT are here already!" and runs to the van to get his gas mask. Loomie 2 looks worriedly from his clumsy, oversized mitts to the masks and back and lets out a frustrated whine.

Inside the bank, as the mist begins to rise, one of the Loomies calls
"Who farted?"
to some muted laughter.
"Doug, you don't have to make that joke every single time..." the molten monstrosity grumbles. "OK guys, masks on - gloves on - they aint botherin' with negotiations, they came to play! You see anyone standing up who doesn't have an awesome Loomie do, frag 'im! Everyone else, get on the ground and stay on the ground less you wanna get fried. Baldie Joe - sorry dude, you better stay low too, accidents happen. Hey man, don't blame me, blame your ****ty genes!"

He shoves the girl from the customer service desk to the ground for emphasis, then bellows "Menorah! We need to speed this up!"

For reference, the customer-accessible bit of the bank is roughly square with the door in facing - ah you know what, here's a ****ty drawing I did in paint :

So the green bit is the foyer, doors at the top. There's a customer service desk immediatly in front of the doors, flanked by 2 desks with pens-on-chains and lodgement slips. The pink area is where the advice desks are. The yellow area is where the teller windows and the security door to the bank proper are. I should have drawn in the door really, over on the far right but I ran out of colours, after drawing in the Blue area for the customer toilets in case any of you forgot to go before you came out.

There's a commotion behind the teller windows but with all the fog and the sound-muffling effect of the glass it's hard to tell what's going on - just more squeals and screams blending into the rattle of the alarm.

Necro

Banjo wrote: »

To be clear, the door from street to foyer is wide open. The door from foyer to bank is closed. To get to the closed door you'll need to sneak past the guards. You are in the foyer. From the open door to the street in terms of machinery, you can see there are 6 ATMs - 3 either side. There are security cameras in the corners and one over each of the doors. There's a van - the engine is off. From the looks of things, those gauntlets are technical in nature.

OOC: I'm in mouse form, should be relatively simple, right?

Baggly

Necrominus wrote: »

OOC: I'm in mouse form, should be relatively simple, right?

OOC: Famous last words.

Banjo

Necrominus wrote: »

OOC: I'm in mouse form, should be relatively simple, right?

That's not for me to decide. You want to ask the dice? :pac:

Actually, rather than being a dick about it I'll look it up - Yes, as a mouse you'd get a bonus to your stealth roll vs their awareness, +3 at your size. + the fog. However there's the small issue of you not being able to see where you're going due to the fog

Necro

Banjo wrote: »

That's not for me to decide. You want to ask the dice? :pac:

OOC: *Gulps* Let's do it.

Squiramorph scampers into the foyer, keeping close to the left wall.

sKeith

Shelly waits until nobody is within a foot of her, then she gets up and quietly walks over to the driver of the van that banged into her, making sure at all times to keep over a foot from everybody, and when he is in front of him/her, she lets her swinging fist breach the one foot visibility range, going full speed right into his/her face. Then quietly walks back to where she was layed prone and get back into prone position, keeping an eye on everything thats going on.

OOC: I assume she is not fooled by her own tricks!

Banjo

Squiramorph easily scampers past the Loomies unnoticed, finding a small gap where the double-doors meet and sneaking under. On the far side, she can't see much more than a foot in front of her, and there's nothing of note in that foot, but she can here a lot of shouting and screaming.