Jun 25, 2019 7:10 pm
OOC:
there goes my hand!!!Rolls
hand grabbing - (1d20)
(6) = 6
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Jun 25, 2019 7:52 pm
Cart was still looking for an outlet valve below them, even as he pressed against the gate he ran towards, he checked to see if he could squeeze through the gap between the bars, or if any of them were rusty enough to break open.
Rolls
Violence 7 - (1d20)
(15) = 15
Jun 26, 2019 1:59 am
Brett looks to the grooves Will mentioned, and watches as Will boldly(or foolishly) holds on to them. Maybe I could also help out with this. Brett thought as he faces the multicorder down at the grooves to see the chains, while bringing his other hand near to but not touching the chains. The hand will not be in view of the recording.
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Secret Roll
Jun 26, 2019 2:06 pm
The gates continue to press in. The troubleshooters are able to slow down the gates but the thin layer of sludge on every surface makes it difficult to get a good enough grip to stop the gates completely. The gates are now 10' apart.
Jun 26, 2019 2:14 pm
Just a little bit more... I push harder
Rolls
Hardware 09 or Violence 05 - (1d20)
(13) = 13
Jun 26, 2019 3:36 pm
Seeing that WIll and Brett were able to slow down the mechanism, Cart rushed as quickly as possible to assist in the same way.
Rolls
Violence 7 - (1d20)
(20) = 20
Jun 27, 2019 9:29 am
"Argh! Alright, both hands now!" Brett puts the multicorder on the ground, and uses both hands to concentrate on the chains.
Rolls
Telekinesis - (1d20, 1d6)
1d20 : (17) = 17
1d6 : (3) = 3
Jun 27, 2019 10:56 pm
The gates slow down to a grind as they press in on the Troubleshooters. Elbows smash into faces; knees smoosh into spines. Will's whole hand goes outside the gate. Just as the Troubleshooters are certain that they cannot resist another ounce of pressure and are going to be pressed into flattened foodstuff.
The gates click to a halt.
you hear steps approaching.
The gates click to a halt.
you hear steps approaching.
Jun 27, 2019 11:03 pm
An incredibly dirty person in a Troubleshooter uniform approaches. She holds the gate control in one hand and in the other, she has an ice gun trained on the three of you. Her uniform is so filthy, she almost appears to be Brown clearance. She reminds you a walking muck sponge.
AHA! Caught you at last you Commie Traitors! Five years down here in the stink and the filth and the slime and the ratty sludge and the filth and the stink and the slime and did I mention the RATTY SLUDGE!?!?! Five years of dismal, wretched, bleak INHUMAN solitude. Laying Traps, plotting capture and YOU!
She leans in close to the gate getting right in Brett's face (who is conveniently the closest)
You thought you were too clever for me. Oh-ho, never realizing that I was on your trail at EVERY MOMENT! When I think of the YEARS! The awful - ummmmm- What was I saying?
AHA! Caught you at last you Commie Traitors! Five years down here in the stink and the filth and the slime and the ratty sludge and the filth and the stink and the slime and did I mention the RATTY SLUDGE!?!?! Five years of dismal, wretched, bleak INHUMAN solitude. Laying Traps, plotting capture and YOU!
She leans in close to the gate getting right in Brett's face (who is conveniently the closest)
You thought you were too clever for me. Oh-ho, never realizing that I was on your trail at EVERY MOMENT! When I think of the YEARS! The awful - ummmmm- What was I saying?
Jun 27, 2019 11:37 pm
"Practically pulverised!" Cart couldn't really see who was speaking to them, given that Will's butt cheeks were completely smooshed against his face. "Fellow citizen! We found you at last! We were sent here to help, but got lost along the way. Blame the Commies for these confusing tunnels! Let us sit down together and plan our escape!"
Rolls
Oratory 12 - (1d20)
(10) = 10
Jun 28, 2019 6:16 am
"Good morning dear friend! Communist you say? Where is that communist you're talking about? We're were following a traitor that threw us into this sludge and ran this way and we found you, good loyal citizen. Maybe you could give us a hand, preferably you could pass me my hand back! Feels like it is going out on it's own" I try to move my fingers to check my numbing hand is still there. "What did bring you here? Do you know where this music is coming from? Would you know where the NBD sector is? Could you just unsquish a little? I think my lungs are " grasp for air "air compressed... Anyway, did I tell you how nice you still look after all these years. We brought you some nice cleaning products and perfumes so bring a bit of the good life to you? Maybe cookies! I'm not sure actually...I have it in my backpack! You're gonna love it our range of discounted products. Some help? " And I go on an on, non stop trying to confuse, mislead and just get the hell out alive ...
Last edited June 28, 2019 6:19 am
Rolls
Congames 11 - (1d20)
(7) = 7
what's up with this d6 everyone roll? (I must have forgotten :( ) - (1d6)
(2) = 2
Jun 28, 2019 6:27 am
"Yeah, what he said! We are not the wicked traitors! We were Trouble Shooters sent to heroicly put an end to the commie music! We thought that you were one of them, what with this death trap. Anyhow, could you release us from this ingenious contraption of yours?"
Rolls
Bootlicking(11) - (1d20, 1d6)
1d20 : (18) = 18
1d6 : (6) = 6
Jun 28, 2019 4:56 pm
You!
She points in the general direction of Cart
Escape? Why would we escape? How many missions have you completed Troubleshooter?!
She pushes a button on the control and the gates spread apart 2 feet. Uncrushing the team, but keeping them cramped and trapped. Brett has a broken rib. Will's hand breaks free.
She looks down at the control and is about to push another button when a thought occurs to her...
If you're not commie traitors and you're sent here by Friend Computer, then our mission is not complete. And if our mission's not complete then you're still down here and I'm still down here and we're still looking! and looking and looking for days and days and weeks and months and and and ....stupid stupid commie traitors
She YELLS down a tunnel
I HATE YOU COMMIE TRAITORS!!!
She points in the general direction of Cart
Escape? Why would we escape? How many missions have you completed Troubleshooter?!
She pushes a button on the control and the gates spread apart 2 feet. Uncrushing the team, but keeping them cramped and trapped. Brett has a broken rib. Will's hand breaks free.
She looks down at the control and is about to push another button when a thought occurs to her...
If you're not commie traitors and you're sent here by Friend Computer, then our mission is not complete. And if our mission's not complete then you're still down here and I'm still down here and we're still looking! and looking and looking for days and days and weeks and months and and and ....stupid stupid commie traitors
She YELLS down a tunnel
I HATE YOU COMMIE TRAITORS!!!
Jun 28, 2019 5:54 pm
I follow her lead "I HATE YOU COMMIE TRAITORS!!!" and then whistle a little bit 🎶
Jun 29, 2019 5:21 am
Oof, er I mean yes! Let's hunt them down together!" Brett cheers while carefully rubbing his injured chest.
Jun 29, 2019 2:49 pm
She becomes swept up in the cheers and for a moment it's like she's forgotten that you were even there. Yeah, yeah, Right, TOGETHER! Together. Together whatever! whatever forever!
Again she yells down the hallway, You hear that Commies were coming for you! This is what we're gonna do to you!
for a second she looks around for something to throw but realizes that she's already got something in her hand
She smashes the gate control against a wall. The action snaps her out of her excitement.
ummm... woops
Again she yells down the hallway, You hear that Commies were coming for you! This is what we're gonna do to you!
for a second she looks around for something to throw but realizes that she's already got something in her hand
She smashes the gate control against a wall. The action snaps her out of her excitement.
ummm... woops
Rolls
throwing - (1d20)
(11) = 11
Jun 29, 2019 3:22 pm
"was that...?" I mindlessly start the question, quickly checking for any signs of mechanical movement, particularly of the squishy walls type!
Last edited June 29, 2019 3:23 pm
Rolls
High alert 11 - (1d20)
(9) = 9
Jun 29, 2019 3:56 pm
"Let's smash commie traitors, not loyal citizens!" Cart hollered, hoping that the woman did not completely destroy the gate control. "Let us out and we will follow you!"
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