"I will be fine thank you," Silence says before standing up, "I would like to say a few words. He was... a odd fellow, a Troubleshooter to the end, emphasis on trouble, and while that tragic Ice Cream Truckbot incident ended with nothing but fire, tires, and midgets everywhere singing kumbaya without filling out the proper paperwork... Part of me will miss him, if only because he did have some uses."
Silence sat back down, he had said his peace.
Lanius laughed in a slightly pained fashion. "Oh yes, I remember those days. Ah, for when we were Reds, like those two over there." He gestured towards Rocky and Fenix. "Newly promoted, I'm sure. Good luck to 'em." He turned to the waiter. "I'd like the Colomé & Friend Computer Pinot Grigio, please. Moët is a bit too rich for me tonight." He turned back to the table. "Say, does anyone else remember WNK Sector, and that incident with the hallucinogenic wallpaper?"
edited 3rd Oct '15 10:45:47 AM by Tojin
“Not a promise, not an oath, or a malediction or a curse. Inevitable." - Taylor HebertTeslaa briefly thought the waiter looked like a rat had gone on two legs and let a caterpillar crawl onto its lip but then decided that was insulting to registered mutant rats in certain sectors. That, and knowledge of catapillars was treason but the waiter's mustache should have been as well. "Yes, the Colomé & Friend Computer Pinot Grigio will be wonderful - thank you." She smiled in a charming manner to the ugly little man - after dealing with Sahib she had a lot of practice being nice to such creatures. The twice team leader sat next to Yotsuba with a reassuring hand on its wooden shoulder. Teslaa laughed, "I remember WNK all too well... He was trying to get us all killed before we even got to the sector! Not to mention that gum he ate from Will-I-WNK-A... I thought I'd never wash out the purple viscera."
Teslaa looked over to the Red citizens, then said in a conspiratorial manner, "You remember Ava-R-ICE? We had a bet to see who could get rid of the most WOLF-R-WAG clones - except he kept doing it for us!" She snickered then frowned - it was strange to think the crazy little bastard was gone. "Say Lanius - did you ever get your pink feather boa back?"
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”Pierre-R-ICK-3 returns from Chez Henri's wine cellar, carrying a bottle of Colomé & Friend Computer Pinot Grigio. He expertly uncorks the bottle and sniffs at the cork, nose upturned, looking like nothing so much as a rat sniffing for cheese. Satisfied the bottle is up to Chez Henri's high standards, he pours some into five wine glasses positioned arround the table. "The wait-bot will be here for your food orders shortly. May I recomend the..."
Pierre's recomendation is interupted by a commotion coming from the kitchen. An infrared citizen, wearing a black jumpsuit, hairnet, and apron, comes running from the kitchen. A large, heavyset man in red jumpsuit, white apron, and white chefs hat chases after the infrared citizen, while swinging arrounda large cleaver. The man's eyes are almost impossible to see, perched between bushy brown eyebrows and a large, bulbous nose. A brown mustache, looking like a large fuzzy catterpiller, accentuates his upper lip. "Cume-a beck su thet I mey slooghter yuoo! Bork Bork Bork!"
"Chef Boyye, what is going on!" demands Pierre. He then shrieks at the sight of the.... things... following Chef Boyye-R-Dee-4.
Following Chef Boyye-R-Dee-4 are what appear to be three large blobs of translucent-white jelly. Each is about the size of a large sleaping bag and they crawl forward like slugs.
Chef Boyye-R-Dee-4 grabs Pierre and uses the knife to stab at Pierre. The fussy waiter slumps to the floor and one of the blobs move forward to engulf him.
The various customers begins to scream in panic and try to flee.
All players must make a sanity roll. Roll a 100 sided dice. If the number matches or is below your sanity, you only lose 1d4 Sanity at seeing the slugs. If you roll above your sanity, you lose 1d6 sanity and join the panicking crowd.
edited 3rd Oct '15 5:59:02 PM by Nodrog
It seemed to be yet another uneventful evening in Alpha Complex. Seemed. That was until those aberrations came bursting from the kitchen. This was not good. Flashbacks of an adventure long past flooded back into Integ-O-ITY's mind, a thousand unpleasant memories reawakened. This couldn't, shouldn't, mustn't be happening!
Beset by the urgent need to remove himself from the situation, a panicked Integ was cowering in fear, hiding under the table.
[[folder:Rolls]]
- Sanity Roll 70
> 61
- Sanity Malus Roll 3
61-3=58
Sanity
23<67, 1d4 loss
Sanity loss
67 - 3 = 64
Teslaa watched the unfolding madness with a slight twitch to her eye but remained otherwise unmoved, crossing her arms at the bug-like things crawling out of the kitchen. The rat-like waiter was dead thanks to the psychotic chef and the patrons were now screaming, "So I assume dinner is off the table now?" She commented dryly, standing up and grabbing her seat as an impromptu weapon/shield. "Makes you wonder if WOLF is really gone, eh?" She said to SILENCE before throwing the chair at Chef Boyye, taking Yotsuba under her arm protectively, "Though I wonder if we should take our check now."
edited 3rd Oct '15 6:55:22 PM by Lt.BGob
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”Silence blinks at the blobs "Wolf doesn't have the knowhow to make that stuff. Last I checked. But yeah let's go. Maybe we can grab Blackjack on our way."
Lanius spun around so fast he nearly got whiplash as he heard the chef yell in his nigh-incomprehensible accent. At the sight of the mad chef and the blob-monsters, he flinched involuntarily, but quickly recovered and yelled "Oi, you two! Get outta here!" at Rocky and Fenix before bolting for the door.
“Not a promise, not an oath, or a malediction or a curse. Inevitable." - Taylor Hebert((Silence's first roll was a fail, so he loses 1d6 or 2
points of sanity.)
Silence joins the screaming mob heading for the doors. One of the three blobs is growing larger as it envelopes Peire. Chef Boyye continues stabbing wildly, yelling "Choppity Choppity Chop!"
The two remaining blobs chase after the infrared citizen. He knocks a condiments cart into the blobs' way, spilling a variety of condiments on the floor and a batch of decorative plastic swizzle sticks. The two blobs avoid the mess, turning and chasing after fleeing customers.
((Anyone trying to get out of the restaurant, roll 1+VIOLENCE+ either Athletics or Melee. On two or more successes, you push out of the restaurant without taking any damage. If you only have one success, you get out but are now at 75% health. Zero, you are still in the restaurant. ))
edited 3rd Oct '15 10:33:54 PM by Nodrog
"Ah, Rocky, to think. What a great day. Finally, no more infra-red lives for us. Nope, from here, we are red citizens. Things are beginning to look up, am I right?"
Fenix swirled his drink in his hand, a content smile on his face.
"You know, there's nothing that can bring me down right no-"
He's then interrupted by the commotion involving the chef and some sort of blob.
Sanity roll: 56
Sanity loss roll: 1
"What in the world...?"
Fenix leaped his feet, ever ready.
"Hey Rocky, this looks like your sort of business. I'm out of here!"
Escape roll 1+1+0:1,6
Fenix manages to get out, although injured as he did so.
I just had to go and tempt fate, didn't I? I hope Rocky gets out in time.
Fenix takes a moment to catch his breath, waiting for Rocky.
edited 3rd Oct '15 11:19:02 PM by UndyingPhoenix
Teslaa attempts to push her way through the crowds with Yotsuba and Integ but fails
and winds up amongst the crowd, watching the sleeping-bag like things. "Ah frak!" She exclaims, dumping Integ onto the ground and clutching Yotsuba tighter. Seeing as that was something she'd have to deal with, it seemed she'd have to do something about it. Teslaa grabs a nearby chair and attempts to hurl it at the nearest creature (1+VIOLENCE+Melee) One success
edited 3rd Oct '15 11:18:36 PM by Lt.BGob
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”- Escape Roll - (1+Violence(1)+Athletics(2)=4) - 6,5,1,1
- Two Successes, got the attention of Friend Computer.
He had to get out of here. Integ didn't get promoted to Orange clearance level to now die to...this. He had to get out of here to...uh...notify Friend Computer of what happened here, so that the wise machine could decide on the best course of action and get rid of these abominations as quickly as possible.
Without thinking Integ charged towards the doors, towards masses and masses of people. They were in front of him, to his sides and everywhere, pushing back almost as hard as he was pushing himself. But Integ simply closed his eyes and kept on charging. And suddenly - he was outside.
Integ stumbles out of Chez Henri, not really noticing the lower-clearance red citizen who's foot Integ had stomped on while fleeing the restaurant.
Integ only has a brief moment to savor his escape when his internal neural implant activates.
-bing- Greetings, citizen. This is your friend, Friend Computer. There has been a disturbance in your area. Police Action forces are on the way. Please report the nature of the disturbance.
edited 4th Oct '15 6:53:50 AM by Nodrog
(I'm kind of new to this Sanity roll thing.)
Sanity Roll: 65 - http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4880838/
Sanity Loss Roll: 1 - http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4880839/
Rocky decides that his celebration is ruined and begins to head out of the restaurant. "To think that this day wouldn't suck..."
(4 Violence, 2 Athletics = 6)
Escape Roll - http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4880843/
He casually moves through the chaos with little trouble. Frightened patrons were scurrying about trampling on each other while Rocky was agile enough to dodge corners quickly. You know what? I think I should have gotten a drink or two while the chaos was still ongoing, but hell, I gotta move.
"In the grim darkness of the future, there is only war."Silence rolls 1+Violence Athletics
He manages to run out of the Resturant
If only Blackjack was here! Silence could use his intimidating form and massive amounts of violence to his advantage!
The slug Teslaa was aiming at ls out a high pitched burbling noise as the chair bounces off its translucent hide. The chef turns at the noise. "Retoornin to dae suuoourse" he yells.
The various slugs, including the one now holding the body parts of Pierre, turn and start oozing their way toward the kitchen.
The chef charges at Teslaa, waving his knife in the air. Fortunately, the chef is not armed with any sort of handheld device capable of projecting dangerously powerful blasts of coherent light, so Teslaa has a chance to do something before the chef will be close enough to use his knife.
Athletics roll - 2, 1, 3, 5, 6, 2
Lanius made his way from the restaurant easily, standing outside near Integ and one of the Reds he had seen earlier. He could see Teslaa being attacked by the chef, but figured she could take care of herself; she had been elected team leader twice for a reason, and had certainly proven herself capable. Still, he readied himself to sprint back inside if it looked like she needed help.
“Not a promise, not an oath, or a malediction or a curse. Inevitable." - Taylor HebertHaving just exited the restaurant, Integ almost immediately heard an all-too-familiar voice in his mind.
"Ah, hello Friend Computer!", he responded mentally.
"From what I have seen three white, blobbish things broke out of the kitchen. Then the chef stabbed a waiter for some reason and one of the blobs absorbed him. The waiter I mean. Since they were coloured white, I assumed for them to be above my security clearance and did not interfere with them. Instead I got outside so the commotion wouldn't distract me so I could give you the best possible report about the situation."
Please wait while I analyze the recent data download from your visual cortex, citizen.
Integ hears an instrumental version of Tom Lehrer's "We Will All Go Together When We Go" playing for several minutes.
Citizen, the 'blobs' you thought you saw were a temporary hallucination. Any other possible explanation is irrational. Please enjoy this brief moment of electroshock therapy designed to prevent further hallucinations.
Integ's neural implant produces a mild but painful electrical shock to Integ's brain.
If further hallucinations occur, please report to psychotherapy for a more extensive electro-shock therapy. -bing-
{{That's one of my favorite songs... }}
TESLAA drew her pistol quickly and fired directly at the chef's face (1+VIOLENCE+Guns) Roll 1,4,5,6,1
and it hits. Teslaa sees the slugs crawling their way towards the kitchen or to 'dae suuoourse' as the chef described it. She keeps her distance but uses her hypersenses to observe what exactly they are returning to.
{{I'll let Nodrog describe exactly what the blast did and if the chef is dead but I assumed it hit.}}
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”The chef ducks
so the first shot merely sends his hat flying. The two follow up shots punch through his knees, leaving him bleeding on the floor but still alive [[spoilers: 50% health]]
He starts crawling toward Teslaa.
One of the blobs turns from the kitchen and starts moving toward the Chef.

As the current day cycle draws toward an end, we join our brave band of trouble shooters at Chez Henri. Chez Henri is a specialty restaurant; while not the fanciest dining establishment in all of Alpha Complex, it is one of the fanciest one that caters to Red, Orange, and even the occasional slumming Yellow citizen.
Chez Henri is located in ICK sector. It faces a large public hallway. The main dining room consists of about thirty tables and booths, of various sizes, patrolled by wait-bots and a limited number of human staff. The Wait-Bots here at Chez Henri are expertly maintained; at most other restaurants serving red and orange class citizens, the act of ordering any specific meal from a wait-bot is more an act of hopeful optimism rather then an actual expectation. The paper napkins come folded, instead of from a dispenser, and the silverware are plastic forks and spoons that are fully intact, instead of sporks with half the tines broken off. In short, it is a degree of luxury that most Red and Oranges citizens can only afford to experience on special occasions.
Rocky-R-MOR-1 and Fenix-R-MOR-1 are sitting together at a small table, celebrating their new promotions to red class. Instead of stumbling around in a heavily-drugged daze of infrareds, they are free to stumble around in the slightly less drugged daze of red living.
Teslaa, Silence, Integ, and Lanius are gathered around a table set for five seats. In the fifth seat is set a wooden lawn gnome; if any other diners notice anything odd about a group dining with a carved figurine, they are all far too refined to comment on it. The four have gathered together on the anniversary of the death of a man who was their colleague, companion, and thorn-in-their-side; Wolf-R-Wag. A short, thin man dressed in a red suit, with an elaborate key hanging down on a chain from his neck. His black hair and pencil thin mustache are slicked back, emphasizing his somewhat rodent like appearance. "Have you selected the wine for tonight's repast? I recommend the Moët & Friend Computer Cuvée Dry, 214. An excellent vintage which Chez Henri prides itself in normally supplying to only the most distinguished palates."