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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 12, 2018 23:16:53 GMT -8
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 12, 2018 23:18:45 GMT -8
Harriet- I go back around to where Gerald went in to bar the door from behind him. I didn't want to have a dangerous guy like Mills getting out by pushing me over again.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 12, 2018 23:26:59 GMT -8
Gerald -- You open your senses, trying to listen for any clue, even the deep shadows
all around you. The guy is without a flashlight, and as far as you know, not something
of nocturnal creature. You hear a slight creak in the distance and as you shine your
light that direction, you catch movement. Seems that he's trying to crawl under a
row of tables. Do you try to sneak up and grab him, or just barrel for it?
What's your strategy?
Harriet-- You hear Gerald's slow steps inside the room. Probably hunting for a hiding
Mills. The gold paint is cold in your grip. There isn't anything immediately available
to block the second door, but maybe you could check inside another nearby door.
There is another push door on the opposite side that likely leads to a kitchen.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 12, 2018 23:28:51 GMT -8
I look for something to easily bar the door in the kitchen room. I'm reluctant to leave but I trust Gerald to hopefully find Mills in there.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 12, 2018 23:43:46 GMT -8
Mills had to hear me come in. I don't think any sneaking was happening. Instead I tried de-escalation tactics while walking to the tables, talking calmly.Gerald - "Timothy, listen to my voice. Do I sound angry? Can I get a confirmation from Ms. Gray that she will not do whatever it is Timothy's afraid of? In return, you won't attack her again, alright?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 13, 2018 0:04:10 GMT -8
Gerald-
He didn't say anything in return, but you heard the lightest squeak
of rubber. Funny to imagine him being 'quiet as a mouse,' maybe.
You'd done this kind of thing before. Patience and luck and more patience. ((Please roll 2d10+Charisma to 'influence other', and let me know what else
he says/does.)) Harriet-
You hear Gerald saying calming words in the other room. Had you ever
imagined that tonight's killer of the week would be on the loose in a
dark, abandoned ship? Well, that was the situation!
It was indeed a kitchen. Your flashlight skimmed over stainless steel tables that were remarkably stained. Pots and pans hung from hooks above,
not yet salvaged, it seemed. There were some gangly stools on the other
end of the room, you could dash over and grab a couple with your free hand,
or you could continue looking around. Maybe they still had a knife block
somewhere...
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 13, 2018 0:10:13 GMT -8
Harriet- I was in a hurry, and grabbed a couple of stools from the room, then made my way back out.
I didn't really want to go toe to toe with Mills anyhow; he'd probably end up disarming me and using my knife against me. I'd rather use my flashlight if I had to defend myself.
I hurried back and placed the stools down so they would stop the doors from swinging my way. His escape would be more difficult this way anyhow. Maybe even better if I sat on them, but I knew better.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 13, 2018 0:21:20 GMT -8
Gerald - "You know. It's funny. I was half joking about Peter Rabbit before... It's kind of like this. Ol' Mr. McGregor put Peter's father into a pie. Then he wanted to do the same to Peter. Something's out there that wants you, but you don't have to run no more. Ms. Gray said she wants to stick together."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 13, 2018 0:25:40 GMT -8
Harriet-- It was a noisy, awkward affair, but you tossed the stools in front
of the door and they landed with an echo-y clatter. In a moment of quiet, after the echo faded,you felt a warm breeze from nowhere. Something
about it was heartening, like steam from a boiling pot of soup. You could
do this. Even in this dark, rusting ship, a hell-red sky blazing above.
But how much brain damage were you racking up in here?
((What was her next move, as Gerald tried to deal with Mills inside?))
Gerald-- He was still quiet. Considering, maybe. Did you approach, or keep your distance? Outside you heard a door closing and a metallic clatter in the hall.
((also please roll 2d10+Charisma to 'Influence Other'))
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 13, 2018 0:30:09 GMT -8
Harriet- The soup was almost done. Mom was with me, somehow. I didn't know how, but it felt good somehow. I touched the spraypaint at my side delicately. Maybe the time to use it was soon. Could I really do this? Where was the boy? Was he still alive in here?
I wandered back to the kitchen and looked for anything else that might be useful in that space. I was not necessarily looking for weapons, but something I could use to help me navigate this place.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 13, 2018 0:30:41 GMT -8
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 13, 2018 0:38:33 GMT -8
I kept my distance, then heard the sounds coming from outside. What was that woman doing?Gerald - "You can stay there. I'm not gonna make you do anything. If you run off, though, I get this feeling one of us is just gonna get swallowed up by this place. It ain't right."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 13, 2018 0:47:04 GMT -8
Harriet--
You enter the kitchen, hearing Gerald's distant, calming voice. Must have
a lot of patience to do that kind of thing. You glance around the room-- it is
mostly denuded of anything useful, though a few strange items linger behind.
The aforementioned pots and pans, a few cardboard boxes. You're scanning
the room, when you see a stirring in the corner. A swirl of darkness pouring
from a rusty vent in the wall. Before you can wonder if it's poisonous gas --
you see an ephemeral, skeletal hand reach out and grip the wall for leverage.
Gerald--
You hear a rustle of cloth, a pause... and a flurry of movement as Mills tries to
get to his feet and dodge around the other side of the table.
((No need to roll again just yet, but describe to me what his strategy is. Mills is
across a cafeteria style table from you. Not within grabbing distance unless
you dive over the table.))
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 13, 2018 0:56:14 GMT -8
I go around the other way to meet him.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 13, 2018 0:57:15 GMT -8
www.borfy.com/Kingfisher/Graphics/Kult/Halloween2018/Harriet.png[\img]Harriet- I stare at the hand materializing, dumbfounded for a moment. What on earth was I looking at? And where did it come from? Was this what Mills was afraid of?
I take a few more steps back, as if hoping not to be seen, and hold my flashlight out to continue illuminating what is in front of me. This was neither good nor friendly and I wasn’t staying in the kitchen. I back up and walk toward the post I vacated, hoping Gerald has our friend already... [\color]
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