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*Encounter Critical* God City Sandbox

Started by ttagxamm, August 20, 2008, 11:35:50 PM

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Dr Rotwang!

Quazarn gargles profusely while a look of cogitation adorns his handsome face.  He spits out the fouled water and leans on the sink.  "Huh.  We keep seeing references to..."  He trails off, and makes his way out of the public bog.  "I'll catch you out there, Creature."

He ambles up to Buck.  "Say, do we have any idea who Darryl's Mom is?  I'm beginning to feel -- " He holds out his hands in slight claws, slowly, dramatically.  " -- a presence."  

[Quazarn rolls to Seduce (78%) the others into beli-uh, he impresses upon the others that he is a keen master of the mystic arts.  Something tells me it ain't goin' over with the crowd...]
Dr Rotwang!
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wulfgar

Creature returns to the rest of the group.

"9..0..3..5..7..6..8...Darry's Mom"  He informs them.

While creature's monstrous visage does not reveal so, inwardly he's disturbed by what seems to be an attempt by Quazarn to seduce Buck.
 

ttagxamm

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Quote[Quazarn] ambles up to Buck. "Say, do we have any idea who Darryl's Mom is? I'm beginning to feel -- " He holds out his hands in slight claws, slowly, dramatically. " -- a presence."

Mumbling something about how he feels in Buck's presence, Quazarn makes what appears to be a fondling gesture with his outstretched hands.  As he nears the table he slips on a stray boffer pellet, does a graceless one-legged pirouette and lands in the spaceman's lap.

[Nice crit fumble there, conehead.  Smooth move, ex-lax.

[Thanks for the lead-in, Wulfgar.  I wasn't sure how this was gonna play out.  Just for that I won't make you roll Scholarship to correctly remember that number ;)]
Running: Encounter Critical, online at God City Sandbox
Playing: 2e, Pathfinder
Blogging: Music, Games, Bad Poetry at  Malevolent & Benign

Rondo

"SAY, WISEGUY!! WHAT IS THIS!?", Buck jumps up so Quazzie can hit the floor..."What gives...you loopy or somethin'?"

Buck glances around red-faced to everyone TOTALLY confused by what's going on.

Dr Rotwang!

Quazarn stands up with all the grace and poise of a master of the arcane who meant to do that.

"Sorry, Buck," he says in the manliest tone.  "The Arcane works in....mysterious ways."

[Was I wrong in surmising that Seduce is for general convincing and stuff?]
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ttagxamm

Quote from: wulfgar;245751Creature returns to the rest of the group.

"9..0..3..5..7..6..8...Darry's Mom"

The elf gives a low whistle, "Darryl's Mom? Aitch Ay Double Yew Tee."  Shaking his head, he adds,  "There's a phone out front if you mooks think you got the goods."


Quote from: Dr Rotwang!;245887[Was I wrong in surmising that Seduce is for general convincing and stuff?]

[re The Skill That Dare Not Speak Its Name: Your only crime was rolling double zeros.  (You could've used Argue if you'd wanted to try a more intellectual approach.)]
Running: Encounter Critical, online at God City Sandbox
Playing: 2e, Pathfinder
Blogging: Music, Games, Bad Poetry at  Malevolent & Benign

Rondo

Buck glares at Quazzie, his eyebrows bent in dissatisfaction.  Slowly a grin creeps to his face, and he starts chuckling, "Well I've gotta say, you and the donkey weigh a lot less than I realized, and nobody sits in my lap without buying me a drink first!", he helps the Quazzer dust himself off and he resumes his seat, "That hocus pocus stuff sorta gives me the creeps".  
     "Okay, gang.  Buck needs some action...Creature seems bent on "Daryl's Mom".  I know about this "Monster Magnet" ship, and I'm thinking we can make some dough if we investigate it...maybe even get in a tussle or two.  What do we do gang?"

Rondo

"We have a number, right?  Maybe we should call this dame up and see what the big deal is?  Solve this little mystery once and for all", Buck mutters as he scribbles the word "Daryl" on a cocktail napkin.

Coffee

Quote from: Rondo;246036"We have a number, right?  Maybe we should call this dame up and see what the big deal is?  Solve this little mystery once and for all", Buck mutters as he scribbles the word "Daryl" on a cocktail napkin.

Zarko points at the napkin and nods his head vigorously. He can't talk, because he's still laughing at Quazarn and his antics. (And he's already plotting ways to duck the cleaning bill for anyone who got a coffee-blast when that happened.)
 

Rondo


wulfgar

Creature takes the phone off the hook and hands the reciever to Buck.  "Call..Darryl's..Mom...now."
 

ttagxamm

The phone rings four times before an impatient voice answers, "Thith ith Darryl."
Running: Encounter Critical, online at God City Sandbox
Playing: 2e, Pathfinder
Blogging: Music, Games, Bad Poetry at  Malevolent & Benign

Dr Rotwang!

Quote from: wulfgar;246078Creature takes the phone off the hook and hands the reciever to Buck.  "Call..Darryl's..Mom...now."
"Ah," says Quazarn.  "Before we do that, perhaps I sh-"

Quote from: The JMThe phone rings four times before an impatient voice answers, "Thith ith Darryl."
"- or not."  He sits back down.

He turns to Creature, however, and gives him a very confident thumbs-up.
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wulfgar

Just to be clear, Creature is not on the phone, he dialed and then handed it to Buck.  He might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but he knows he's not the most eloquent speaker.
 

ttagxamm

[gotcha, Wulf.  

[Sorry if I jumped the gun on you, Doc.  Something you want to do before the party talks to Darryl?]
Running: Encounter Critical, online at God City Sandbox
Playing: 2e, Pathfinder
Blogging: Music, Games, Bad Poetry at  Malevolent & Benign