Icons Issue 1 : Withdrawal Symptoms

Necro · 16-10-2018 02:27PM

Banjo wrote:

OOC: Can I get an Awareness roll, number to beat is 10?

OOC: Rolled a 12. Sorry was on nights just awake!

Fourier · 16-10-2018 02:43PM

Banjo wrote: »

One Loomie still edges towards him, baby stepping, clearly still affected by this kind-of-illusory-kind-of-real-definitely-gods-mistake fog. The lumpen creature is beginning to peel itself off the wall by the teller counters. The old guy is no longer mooing. The remaining customers are slowly inching towards walls and huddling out of the way. Through the main door, Indy's view of the street is obscured by the van in the doorway.

Indigo presses his fingers to his temple and attempts to pull one of the Loomie's legs upward so he falls onto his back. If it works he goes to deck the Loomie into unconciousness.

Banjo · 16-10-2018 02:56PM

Necrominus wrote: »

OOC: Rolled a 12. Sorry was on nights just awake!

OOC : No worries. I don't think any of us are on compatible schedules. Also - re: Roll; Hot diggity dog!

Inspecting the security panels is fruitless, they're tied to a software back-end that's beyond the reach of her influence, however Squirramorph notices a strange kind of dead zone in the wall behind them. Not that she feels nothing, but that there's an absence of feeling, a void that's the wrong shape or depth as if something is actively preventing her from extending her influence.

Necro · 16-10-2018 03:02PM

Banjo wrote: »

OOC : No worries. I don't think any of us are on compatible schedules. Also - re: Roll; Hot diggity dog!

Inspecting the security panels is fruitless, they're tied to a software back-end that's beyond the reach of her influence, however Squirramorph notices a strange kind of dead zone in the wall behind them. Not that she feels nothing, but that there's an absence of feeling, a void that's the wrong shape or depth as if something is actively preventing her from extending her influence.

OOC:

Squiramorph frowns and looks up at the cameras, pushing her influence into them in a bid to discover what entered the room.

Absent-mindedly she calls to Plas;

'Yeah, only we get through that door is by force Plas, unless there's an ID card lying around.

Banjo · 16-10-2018 03:09PM

Fourier wrote: »

Indigo presses his fingers to his temple and attempts to pull one of the Loomie's legs upward so he falls onto his back. If it works he goes to deck the Loomie into unconciousness.

Doug's shoe begins to rise towards the ceiling.
"THE MOUSE HAS GOT ME!" he screams, before he's silenced by a punch to the face. There's a crash and a weird slopping noise over by the teller windows - the Tallowman is flowing through a cashier drawer to the other side of the windows.

OOC : I just need to be clear. First, that's 2 turns of movement - the lift and the punch. Also generally this will probably fail as a tactic in combat because you have only just enough strength in this power to lift a man off the ground which gives them a lot of scope to resist - ideally you'd need another 2 points so you can effectively throw his leg into the air. I don't want you to be disappointed in the future if I cockblock this move. However I think it's fair game here given the circumstances!

Banjo · 16-10-2018 03:26PM

Necrominus wrote: »

OOC:

Squiramorph frowns and looks up at the cameras, pushing her influence into them in a bid to discover what entered the room.

Absent-mindedly she calls to Plas;

'Yeah, only we get through that door is by force Plas, unless there's an ID card lying around.

The camera is relatively easy to overcome, responding almost immediately to only a gentle push - she is able to rotate it and tilt it freely, with a little more pressure she can alter the position of the focusing group.

Necro · 16-10-2018 03:32PM

Banjo wrote: »

The camera is relatively easy to overcome, responding almost immediately to only a gentle push - she is able to rotate it and tilt it freely, with a little more pressure she can alter the position of the focusing group.

OOC: To be clear, this is the outer camera not one that may/may not be behind the door of doom?

Squiramorph pushes her presence back up the camera feed and into the terminal controlling it, looking to review the footage from the past... hour.

OOC: Let's say hour and not week of poor old Plas trying to get through this door :P

sKeith · 16-10-2018 04:27PM

Banjo wrote: »

The ATM prompts her to insert her card

After Shelly has done her transactions that she came here to do, she turns away from the ATM and proceeds to grab the closest unconscious bad guy by the collar and drags them out through the hole left by the vans.

If there is no more bad guys in the foyer, she dials back her fog to make the foyer fog free, so that the innocents can see and flee to any police line that may or may not have been established.

Banjo · 16-10-2018 04:28PM

Necrominus wrote: »

OOC: To be clear, this is the outer camera not one that may/may not be behind the door of doom?

Squiramorph pushes her presence back up the camera feed and into the terminal controlling it, looking to review the footage from the past... hour.

OOC: Let's say hour and not week of poor old Plas trying to get through this door :P

OOC : Sorry Necro - not trying to be a pain but that's not something you can do. You can physically control the camera's machinery. What you're trying to do is interface with the governing system that it feeds it's data into. That's not what your power does, I'm afraid.

I can't stress enough that I'm not doing this to frustrate you, it's just an unhappy byproduct of me throwing a bank together before you'd rolled your powers!

Necro · 16-10-2018 04:50PM

Banjo wrote: »

OOC : Sorry Necro - not trying to be a pain but that's not something you can do. You can physically control the camera's machinery. What you're trying to do is interface with the governing system that it feeds it's data into. That's not what your power does, I'm afraid.

I can't stress enough that I'm not doing this to frustrate you, it's just an unhappy byproduct of me throwing a bank together before you'd rolled your powers!

OOC: So I can lock a door mechanically or probably make a mean coffee without the use of my hands, but when it comes to most modern vehicles etc. that have CPUs... I can't do anything? What a **** power that I have 7 in :pac:

Squiramorph turns to Plas and shrugs.

'I got nothing - can't unlock the door as there's some sort of... dead spot... blocking me. We gotta kick it in or leave them to it.'

Banjo · 16-10-2018 04:51PM

sKeith wrote: »

After Shelly has done her transactions that she came here to do, she turns away from the ATM and proceeds to grab the closest unconscious bad guy by the collar and drags them out through the hole left by the vans.

OOC : You didn't insert your card when prompted! I was going to inception you into giving me your pin! Foiled again...

Shelly drags a gauntleted Loomie out into the street. Outside is a discordian din of sirens, shouts, screams, the muffled whapping of several helicopters overhead. Uniformed cops are struggling to contain a growing mix of interested lollygaggers and irate pedestrians being forced to find other routes. Inside the cordon, in defensive positions behind regular squad cars, SUVs and a couple of SWAT vans, an - I believe the correct group term is inconvenience - of police train their weapons on the door. On seeing Shelly emerge, there is a loud crackle as a large number of hammers are thumbed. Several spotlights swing around, dazzling her. Over a bullhorn, a metallic voice orders her to halt.

Baggly · 16-10-2018 04:56PM

Necrominus wrote: »

Squiramorph turns to Plas and shrugs.

'I got nothing - can't unlock the door as there's some sort of... dead spot... blocking me. We gotta kick it in or leave them to it.'

Plas narrows his eyes. 'Let's give the old fashioned way a shot'

He braces his back foot and with the underside of his boot, kicks the door as hard as he can.

OOC: I mean hopefully it looks like that. It does in Plas' head anyway.

OOCPS: I know the door doesnt look like that door and is a side sliding door.

OOCPPS: Can i retcon in that hat?

sKeith · 16-10-2018 04:59PM

Banjo wrote: »

OOC : You didn't insert your card when prompted! I was going to inception you into giving me your pin! Foiled again...

Shelly drags a gauntleted Loomie out into the street. Outside is a discordian din of sirens, shouts, screams, the muffled whapping of several helicopters overhead. Uniformed cops are struggling to contain a growing mix of interested lollygaggers and irate pedestrians being forced to find other routes. Inside the cordon, in defensive positions behind regular squad cars, SUVs and a couple of SWAT vans, an - I believe the correct group term is inconvenience - of police train their weapons on the door. On seeing Shelly emerge, there is a loud crackle as a large number of hammers are thumbed. Several spotlights swing around, dazzling her. Over a bullhorn, a metallic voice orders her to halt.

Shelly drops the unconscious fellow and strafes shuffles sideways to where there is concrete not glass between the gunmen inside bank and herself.

Fourier · 16-10-2018 05:41PM

Banjo wrote: »

Doug's shoe begins to rise towards the ceiling.
"THE MOUSE HAS GOT ME!" he screams, before he's silenced by a punch to the face. There's a crash and a weird slopping noise over by the teller windows - the Tallowman is flowing through a cashier drawer to the other side of the windows.

OOC : I just need to be clear. First, that's 2 turns of movement - the lift and the punch. Also generally this will probably fail as a tactic in combat because you have only just enough strength in this power to lift a man off the ground which gives them a lot of scope to resist - ideally you'd need another 2 points so you can effectively throw his leg into the air. I don't want you to be disappointed in the future if I cockblock this move. However I think it's fair game here given the circumstances!

OOC: That makes perfect sense, I was just holding out hope for the circumstances

Indigo decides to turn to his gaseous form and try a similar trick as the Tallowman on another cashier drawer in order to follow him.

Banjo · 16-10-2018 09:26PM

Pter wrote: »

Plas narrows his eyes. 'Let's give the old fashioned way a shot'

He braces his back foot and with the underside of his boot, kicks the door as hard as he can.

OOC: I mean hopefully it looks like that. It does in Plas' head anyway.

OOCPS: I know the door doesnt look like that door and is a side sliding door.

OOCPPS: Can i retcon in that hat?

Roll d6+your str Vs the door (11)
Retcons cost Advantage! No soup for you!

Banjo · 16-10-2018 09:27PM

sKeith wrote: »

Shelly drops the unconscious fellow and strafes shuffles sideways to where there is concrete not glass between the gunmen inside bank and herself.

Some red dots appear on her chest.
"Halt! Police! Final warning, citizen - we are authorised to use deadly force"

Banjo · 16-10-2018 09:30PM

Fourier wrote: »

OOC: That makes perfect sense, I was just holding out hope for the circumstances

Indigo decides to turn to his gaseous form and try a similar trick as the Tallowman on another cashier drawer in order to follow him.

In his gaseous form, Indy glides through without needing to damage a drawer. On the far side the Tallowman has coalesced, half running half flowing towards a stairwell beyond the security door that separates the customer hall from this area. Without the glass to muffle it, Indy can now hear a fair amount of activity from the stairwell, descending.

sKeith · 16-10-2018 09:35PM

Banjo wrote: »

Some red dots appear on her chest.
"Halt! Police! Final warning, citizen - we are authorised to use deadly force"

"This is a fine example for the others customers trying to flee the bank. Allow us to at least escape the flying bullets coming from the bank before shooting us fleeing customers, there are other customers in the foyer who are looking to escape from these thugs," she gives the thug a light kick," and you get us to halt within range of their guns."

"Who trained you guys?", shelly lies prone, so as to have as little of her profile visible to stray bullets which may come out from within the bank.

Necro · 16-10-2018 09:40PM

While Plas is kicking the door, Squiramorph looks for any vents or ducts in the room that might lead past their greatest challenge of the past decade in crime fighting.

Banjo · 16-10-2018 11:40PM

sKeith wrote: »

"This is a fine example for the others customers trying to flee the bank. Allow us to at least escape the flying bullets coming from the bank before shooting us fleeing customers, there are other customers in the foyer who are looking to escape from these thugs," she gives the thug a light kick," and you get us to halt within range of their guns."

"Who trained you guys?", shelly lies prone, so as to have as little of her profile visible to stray bullets which may come out from within the bank.

A number of police break forward moving in pairs of duos - one pair moving while the other covers, then switching roles. Most of them move in wide arcs out from the line of fire and towards the walls either side of the doorway, but one quartet closes on Shelly. Ignoring her complaints, the first pair Ziploc her hands while the other check her victim.
"****ing Loomie, gov!" Calls one as Shelly is patted down for weaponry and devices.
"Ah ****. So what are you? A vidge? Mutt?"
She feels a sting in her wrist and there's a harsh buzz a few seconds later.
"Conchie? Just an innocent citizen who accidentally picked up a gang banger instead of their ATM receipt, hmmm?" He hauls Shelly to her feet. Beside her the Loomie is hoisted in a fireman lift.
"Take the nonreg to the Soup van, let those pricks handle her and don't forget to Charlotte her, anyone walks on a technicality you're all bus conductors in the morning. "

As she's marched back to the police line, her escort chants "you have the right to remain silent, you have the right to have an attorney present, you have the right to bear powers, any powers you fail to declare or control can and will be held against you..."

Banjo · 16-10-2018 11:48PM

Necrominus wrote: »

While Plas is kicking the door, Squiramorph looks for any vents or ducts in the room that might lead past their greatest challenge of the past decade in crime fighting.

Plas delivers a mighty blow to the door - it judders, cracking the plaster on the walls to either side but it does not give. Indeed, Plas's foot seems far more likely to give than the door.

(Major failure - there will be consequences. You can try again but it will require a Determined Effort.)

Squiramorph spies some Aircon ducting and a grate up near the roof

Necro · 16-10-2018 11:50PM

Banjo wrote: »

Plas delivers a mighty blow to the door - it judders, cracking the plaster on the walls to either side but it does not give. Indeed, Plas's foot seems far more likely to give than the door.

(Major failure - there will be consequences. You can try again but it will require a Determined Effort.)

Squiramorph spies some Aircon ducting and a grate up near the roof

Scaling the wall quickly, Squiramorph attempts to open the grate in the roof before mouthing her familiar phrase...

'Form of - a porcupine!'

Then she's up and into the duct (hopefully), snuffling and snorting and banging her tail threateningly.

sKeith · 17-10-2018 12:00AM

Banjo wrote: »

A number of police break forward moving in pairs of duos - one pair moving while the other covers, then switching roles. Most of them move in wide arcs out from the line of fire and towards the walls either side of the doorway, but one quartet closes on Shelly. Ignoring her complaints, the first pair Ziploc her hands while the other check her victim.
"****ing Loomie, gov!" Calls one as Shelly is patted down for weaponry and devices.
"Ah ****. So what are you? A vidge? Mutt?"
She feels a sting in her wrist and there's a harsh buzz a few seconds later.
"Conchie? Just an innocent citizen who accidentally picked up a gang banger instead of their ATM receipt, hmmm?" He hauls Shelly to her feet. Beside her the Loomie is hoisted in a fireman lift.
"Take the nonreg to the Soup van, let those pricks handle her and don't forget to Charlotte her, anyone walks on a technicality you're all bus conductors in the morning. "

As she's marched back to the police line, her escort chants "you have the right to remain silent, you have the right to have an attorney present, you have the right to bear powers, any powers you fail to declare or control can and will be held against you..."

Once beyond the police line Shelly lets the complete fog illusion slowly disapate.

"Do you have some tea and biscuits, the sugar will help, that was some ordeal, and maybe a trauma counsellor, and get me a medic to check me out, as they drove that bloody van into me while i was queueing to use the ATM. Once the adrenalin wears off I'm gonna be in a lot of pain."

Banjo · 17-10-2018 12:11AM

The grate comes away easily enough, and she snuffles inside. The duct runs left-right. Left would be back towards the stairwell, right towards the next room. Her quills bristle in the cold air.

Necro · 17-10-2018 12:13AM

Banjo wrote: »

The grate comes away easily enough, and she snuffles inside. The duct runs left-right. Left would be back towards the stairwell, right towards the next room. Her quills bristle in the cold air.

Squirapine shuffles right and continues in that direction, listening for any sounds coming from the next room.

Baggly · 17-10-2018 11:52AM

Banjo wrote: »

Plas delivers a mighty blow to the door - it judders, cracking the plaster on the walls to either side but it does not give. Indeed, Plas's foot seems far more likely to give than the door.

(Major failure - there will be consequences. You can try again but it will require a Determined Effort.)

Squiramorph spies some Aircon ducting and a grate up near the roof

Plas steps back from the door and steadies himself on the security desk, taking some of the weight off his unjured leg/foot.

He keeps an eye out in the direction of the stairwell while SM tries to find another way in.

Nebelwerfer · 17-10-2018 01:31PM

Randy looks around him, as he feels the fog dissipating in the area.

He raises both his hands into the sky, as if to give special thanks to "the man" above.

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He looks around to see if he can make things out more clearly now.

Banjo · 17-10-2018 08:32PM

sKeith wrote: »

Once beyond the police line Shelly lets the complete fog illusion slowly disapate.

OOC : Oh thank god.

As the fog retreats, the SWAT teams line up either side of the door, one member from each side stepping into the doorway and firing off several rounds with loud, hollow pops. Smoke begins to billow out of the door.

ooc : Oh for ****'s sake, DeNantes!

"Do you have some tea and biscuits, the sugar will help, that was some ordeal, and maybe a trauma counsellor, and get me a medic to check me out, as they drove that bloody van into me while i was queueing to use the ATM. Once the adrenalin wears off I'm gonna be in a lot of pain."

Shelly is taken to a truck labelled DoSC and sat down on an uncomfortable bench in the back. Her binds are cut and she's handed a cup of ****ty vending machine coffee. A kindly face in a uniform sits on the bench opposite. He nonchalantly places a small device on the bench beside him which whirs to life and plays the familiar "FlexCo!" choral sting before declaring that Cybarrister 3000 is online.

"Sorry about that Ma'am, DeNantes can be efficacious to the point of obnoxiousness, but hes just trying to protect the city - the normal parts any way - and his men are stretched thin and pushed to the brink since the Big Guy stopped clocking in for his shift. I hope you understand. Now before we let you go on your way, I need to make sure you have these..."

He presents her with a number of pamphlets, the top one shows Priory from the Peacekeepers comforting a weeping man entitled "Supertrauma : we're here for you!"

"We have an officer standing by to see you home. As soon as you're ready. Take your time.

Oh... And one small question - how is it you came to be walking out of a bank heist perpetrated by three incredibly dangerous known supercrims, dragging one of their gang behind you?"

you never did say what Devices you use for your gimmick powers. Decide now, let me know how visible and/or removable they are and how much trouble you would like to be in. That's not a threat, it's genuinely up to you

Necrominus wrote: »

Squirapine shuffles right and continues in that direction, listening for any sounds coming from the next room.

As she approaches a nearby grate she hears voices below.
"...of them now. Stand by the door, on Menorah's signal we go through and wax em."
"Wax em. That's good. Cause like, it's gangster talk but, you know, wax, like... candles. Wanna cookie?"
"Thanks. Yeah, I'm all about the wordplay. I'm gonna go John Wick on their asses!"
"That one doesn't work."
"Worked for your mother"
"That was Doug's mother"
"Why'd she keep talking about you then?"
"How dja think I got my hands on these cookies? By putting my hands on -"
"Christ! No baking puns! D'olier will have your ****ing head!"

Nebelwerfer wrote: »

Randy looks around him, as he feels the fog dissipating in the area.

He raises both his hands into the sky, as if to give special thanks to "the man" above.

He looks around to see if he can make things out more clearly now.

In front of him the waxy monstrosity peels himself from the window, rips a door out and flows through. He becomes aware of another customer standing defiantly as the fog clears, but he seems to fade with the fog.

Behind him there's a series of thinks and hisses.

Pter wrote: »

Plas steps back from the door and steadies himself on the security desk, taking some of the weight off his unjured leg/foot.

He keeps an eye out in the direction of the stairwell while SM tries to find another way in.

*Whistles nonchalantly*

Necro · 17-10-2018 08:40PM

Banjo wrote: »

As she approaches a nearby grate she hears voices below.
"...of them now. Stand by the door, on Menorah's signal we go through and wax em."
"Wax em. That's good. Cause like, it's gangster talk but, you know, wax, like... candles. Wanna cookie?"
"Thanks. Yeah, I'm all about the wordplay. I'm gonna go John Wick on their asses!"
"That one doesn't work."
"Worked for your mother"
"That was Doug's mother"
"Why'd she keep talking about you then?"
"How dja think I got my hands on these cookies? By putting my hands on -"
"Christ! No baking puns! D'olier will have your ****ing head!"

Squirapine peers through the grate trying to get a bead on how many are below her. She also looks out to see if she can spy what's causing the interference with her powers in the room.

Baggly · 17-10-2018 08:47PM

OOC: Banjo, is the room something like this? Like, is there a space to the side of the door i can stand, so that im not just standing in front of it while keeping look out?

Aware i dont know what SM has heard yet, but i dont think Plas would just stand in a possible line of fire for the lolz. If so, Plas will stand where the x is.

Icons Issue 1 : Withdrawal Symptoms

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