(Restraint foam!  That's what I figured: we actually trained with this stuff back when I was a prison guard (though we never used it).

Reaching into his seldom-used physical prowess, Quazarn swears loudly, "Strapting Panderwives!", and scrapes away the offending foam!  

"I'll meet you at the van," he mutters to Pulsar, and covers his face with his hands -- wipes them downward --
 
 -- and dashes away, totally oblivious to the fact that he has not, in fact, turned invisible.

Buck chuckles..."Okeedokee!"....Buck returns to the Creature and Daryl.  He barks at one of the medics, "Help my buddy here", and points to Daryl, "..and if your idea of medical help is hauling off injured with a crane, then you and I have problems, bub...".  Buck is watching to make sure this thing is legit.  "He dies, and there's going to be a hell of a lot of problems for everyone."

Creature waves goodbye to Quazran.

"Bye...bye...pointy..head"

Buck bursts out laughing, "Don't worry Creech," he says, patting creature on the arm "He goes away...but we'll see him again", he's making a "let-your-fingers-do-the-walking" marching gesture to Creature.

Quote from: Dr Rotwang!;253493"I'll meet you at the van," he mutters to Pulsar, and covers his face with his hands -- wipes them downward --
 
 -- and dashes away, totally oblivious to the fact that he has not, in fact, turned invisible.

[Whither goest thou, O Conehead?]

[Lockers.  You know, where the hobling was.]

Quote from: Dr Rotwang!;253493Reaching into his seldom-used physical prowess, Quazarn swears loudly, "Strapting Panderwives!", and scrapes away the offending foam!  

"I'll meet you at the van," he mutters to Pulsar...

Quote from: Rondo;253501Buck chuckles..."Okeedokee!"....Buck returns to the Creature and Daryl.  He barks at one of the medics, "Help my buddy here", and points to Daryl, "..and if your idea of medical help is hauling off injured with a crane, then you and I have problems, bub...".  Buck is watching to make sure this thing is legit.  "He dies, and there's going to be a hell of a lot of problems for everyone."

The goblin stares at Buck like he was looking at puppy that just peed on the rug.  "Maglubiyet!" curses the medic. "We ain't runnin' a research hospital here, pal.  But we know a thing or two about patching up fighters.  I cornered Lou Diamondhead Phillips!  The South Mountain Screwdriver?  That damn 'droid went berzerk twice in one week and I kept his gears turning.  I think I can --"

A commotion from the center of the arena interrupts the apothecary.  "Of all the...this is fan-yarking-tastic."  Up from the tunnel hunches a hulking twelve foot tall brute, followed by five or six just like him.  A prodigiously mustachioed dwarf herds them along with a whip.

"If you want to help your friend, help me guard the rest.  Chief Ball-tard sent in the Goon Squad."

Chet leads the way glumly, hands still in the pockets of his shiny work slacks.  Leaving the locker room he turns right toward the turnstiles, Hobson following.  A sour, oafish reek stops you both cold.  The stink is so powerful you could spread it on crackers and call it limburger.  

Chet nearly trips over Hobson as he backs away in the direction of the locker room.  Lumbering down the tunnel comes a squad of one-eyed neanderthals, greasy-haired and grunting, followed by a whip-cracking dwarf in padded armor.

"Goons," whispers Chet.  "Must be bad trouble out there, man.  Gnuurgk.  Chief's through the turnstiles and turn left twice.  Screw this, I'm goin' on break."

Quote from: Dr Rotwang!;253493[Quazarn] covers his face with his hands -- wipes them downward -- and dashes away, totally oblivious to the fact that he has not, in fact, turned invisible.

Quote from: wulfgar;253504Creature waves goodbye to Quazarn.

"Bye...bye...pointy..head"

Quazarn hotfoots it for the tunnel, pursued by whatever the hell a disenchanter is.  The circle of gawking fighters parts for him -- puzzling given his invisibility -- and he's almost to the tunnel when the first goon clomps up the ramp.

Then the second and third.
And the fourth.
And fifth.
Sixth, and surely last?
Only if you don't count the seventh.

The goons sniff the air as they enter the arena, catching the sweat of battle.  Despite the shouted commands of the dwarven wrangler, they begin stamping and shoving.  Three goons charge off into the arena, swinging their fists wildly as they go.  Two others nearly trample Quazarn on their way to the heap of unconscious fighters.

But two still remain, standing between the warlock and the tunnel.  Implausibly enough, one of them seems to be staring right at him.

Quote from: ttagxamm;253593"Goons," whispers Chet.  "Must be bad trouble out there, man.  Gnuurgk.  Chief's through the turnstiles and turn left twice.  Screw this, I'm goin' on break."

"Bad trouble? Good god man, give me your walkie-talkie at once."

Buck shouts to the orderly, "These idiots are starting to bug me..I'm losing patience with this entire situation...I'll take you at your word; you help my young friend..keep him alive...and I'm getting ready to take this bunch to the cleaners, if I can.", he stands up, fists at his side and gritting his teeth.

"Creature!", he points at the approaching goonsquad.  "These men...bad!  They want to hurt Buck and Daryl!"

(I'm gonna look over the medics, the ground, anything....since we were sent in here practically naked, I'm looking for SOMETHING that will even the odds a bit...a club of some sort would be ideal, but I'll use anything)

Clue: 27%
Rolled: 89% (sh*t!)

Explore: 50%
Rolled: 16%

(throwin' my chances here...not sure what counts, if anything)

Quote from: Age of Fable;253628"Bad trouble? Good god man, give me your walkie-talkie at once."

Chester looks at Hobson dubiously.

"Yeah, sure, trade you for your badge..."

[Roll Command if you want to keep trying to convince him.]

[I must consider my next move very carefully and, as such, it may take me a couple-three hours.  I'm at work.]