[d20 Apocalypse] After the Blast IC

[airwalkrr]

Kyle darts into Eagle Foods against a mad rush of panicked shoppers and staff. By the time he makes it to the aisle with the bottled water he is too late. It is all gone. Every last bottle. There is soda pop (in both aluminum cans and plastic bottles) and juice however. He has better luck with the preserved foods, although a lot of the staples like rice, beans, pasta, and dried fruits are already gone. (One can is about 1 pound. Feel free to load up on as much as you can carry.)

*****

Because of Aziz's leg injury, he can only hobble (5 ft. speed). Sophie finds she is not strong enough to carry him (weight 210 pounds), but with her helping support him, they manage to move at half speed (15 ft.). However the fumes from the gasoline and ethanol are starting to get to them. (Roll Fortitude save against nausea.)

[Dekana]

Sophie finds herself gasping for air soon after leaving the store, the oxygen being displaced by gas fumes.

fort save

Fort save (1d20+1=19)
Yay, I'm starting off to some good rolls.

[airwalkrr]

Sophie reaches the middle of the intersection with Aziz draped around her arm just as James comes hustling towards her. About that time, you notice out of the corner of your eye that a pool of fuel seems to have trickled across the street from the Mobil station. Instinctively, you duck for cover as a rogue spark flies southward. The fuel trail shoots towards the Mobil station in an instant causing a massive fireball.

*FOOM*

The heat overwhelms everyone still in the area.

Dekana and Hob Marshmallowfoot

Roll a Reflex save against the heat wave. Remember to add your action point before you submit if you think it's too low.

The Mobil station is now on fire. The 7-Eleven and BP are certain to follow within minutes if not seconds.

[airwalkrr]

The fireball from the Mobil station is large enough to cause a stir among the crowd gathered at the shopping center. Kyle, Francisco and Xavier all hear the sound of the comparatively small explosion and those outside can even see it as fire and smoke billow into the air.

[Hob Marshmallowfoot]

Nauseated by the combined ethanol and petrol fumes, James gags and turns his head away from the spewing fuel...

Fort save

I'll use an AP on this; seems important, what with the life or death situation we have going here. 1d20+6 = 9 + 1 = 10 I'm glad one of us is rolling well...

[Blackrat]

Better than nothing, Kyle shrugs and throws a few bottles of soda in the small bag he found. Then he gathers up some cans of food to keep him alive for a few days. The fireball snaps him up again and he realises the gas must have gone off as he expected. He walks back to the parking lot to take a look.

OOC

I'll take enough to stay alive for approximately 3 days. So I guess that'd be around 10 lbs of food and drink, with a hope that I can find something else to drink too ...

[Dekana]

Sophie, normally quite agile, finds herself slowed down by her support Aziz.

Reflex save

Reflex save (1d20+4=6)
So much for the good rolls. I'll save the action points; I don't think adding one would be enough to meet whatever the DC is.

[Voda Vosa]

Francisco took a moment to collect himself inside the mall. People were crazy around him, fighting for the few canned food left. He knew he could have taken a few provisions, but he had too much going on in his head. In the moment he was contemplating that, the gas station blew in a huge fireball. Shaken by the shock wave, the physicist barely stood up, to see if his calculations of the explosion were accurate. With half a smile he sat down again.
He looked at the man in hospital clothes filling a bag with all kind of food.
"You should take something to drink too, or all those things will stuck in your oesophagus." he chuckled. His pronunciation was even worst than he thought.

[Blackrat]

Better prepare yourself. Kyle answers to the Hispanic and throws a can for him. We're late for the party, but they had the right idea. He points to the nearly empty drinks department.

OOC

Btw Voda, Kyle is dressed casually in jeans and shirt. He left the scrubs to his locker in the hospital.

[Voda Vosa]

Francisco grabs the can and pockets it.
"Seguramente my friend, my name's Francisco, by the way. At least you don't have that crazy eyes the rest seems to have. If you don't mind we could stick together. We may have more chances."
He stands with the help of his cane, and walks heavily to the juices' shelf and loads as much as he cans. He takes his crossbow and bolts out of the case, and fills it with juice bottles. Then he assembles the weapon and hangs it around his chest. Supporting his weight on the cane, he walks back to Kyle. "Don't get me that face, it's just for competitions, but I won't throw it away to make room for the liquid."

OOC:My mistake!

[Willette]

As Xavier enters the mall he looks around at the chaos within, people are running everywhere with shopping carts and armloads of supplies. Making his way carefully, to avoid getting trampled, towards the closest store he spies several cans of pop and some canned good left over from the rush. Down the aisle a college student seems to have the same idea. Shoving 3 cans of root beer and 3 cans of spaghetti-o's in Gadget's bag he turns to leave when he notices the dog food on a low shelf. He grabs the 20 lb bag he places it in the bookbag and zips it shut.

"Sorry for the added weight boy but your going to need to eat too and this is the smallest size they have! But don't worry theres not room for much else in that bag anyway."

He is about to continue looking for a bike when suddenly a muted boom comes from outside the mall. That must've been what that man was talking about when he told him to run, yikes.

"Now where,can I find a bike in this mess without getting crushed by these crazy looters....Good thing your so big Gadget or i'd be a little afraid to be here.", he says, patting the dog's big head.

OOC

I'll update my char sheet to fit new supplies. Cans in d20 apocalypse book are 0.5 lb. Gadget is a mastiff clocking in around 180 lbs or so, the bag will last ~2 weeks (90 cups @ 6 cups a day).

[airwalkrr]

Dekana and Hob Marshmallowfoot

Sophie and James each take 4 points of fire damage from the heat of the blast. They are not in danger of catching fire however.

[airwalkrr]

All Players

According to Willette, cans weigh 1/2 pound. Feel free to use that in your calculations for how much you can carry. There are plenty of plastic grocery bags in the supermarket to carry stuff, even though plastic bags don't tend to be the most durable things. The grocery store is completely out of cloth bags, paper bags, coolers, and any other type of more durable storage container. Those all appear to have been taken by the first round of looters. I might also mention that ice is gone as well.

Willette

See post 6 for a list of buildings in the shopping plaza. Not likely to find a bike at any of them.

In the aftermath of the Mobil station fireball. People who had taken cover begin fleeing the scene. The other nearby stations are certain to catch ablaze soon. James and Sophie seem somewhat injured from the blast, as does Aziz, who is now too wearied to move of his own volition.

*****

Xavier darts outside to see the commotion around the blazing Mobil station. Sure enough, a large pillar of smoke is billowing into the air. It can't be long until the other two stations go up in flames as well.

[Hob Marshmallowfoot]

Singed from the combusting fuel, and with sweat dripping down to sting his eyes, James works his way over to the other side of the convenience store clerk. Propping him up from the other side, he turns to the girl, "It'll be quicker with both of us. Let's get out of here before the other station goes up."
James then begins moving toward the mall.

roll

Reflex save: 1d20+1=9, if it makes a difference

[Dekana]

Thoroughly dazed from the blast, Sophie at first only manages to nod at the stranger's words. She resumes her support of Aziz and hobbles along the broken city street.

"Anywhere but here..."

[Blackrat]

Kyle throws the last can in his bag and looks curiously at the hispanic assembling a small crossbow. Not at all. I'm afraid it might come useful if all the apocalypse movies got it right. He offers his hand to Francisco. Kyle. We should probably get out of here as fast as possible.

[airwalkrr]

It is slow going as Sophie and James carry Aziz to relative safety. By this time, only the most daring and foolhardy are anywhere close to the fuel stations. Sophie, James, and Aziz get about a hundred feet away from the intersection when they hear another burst of flame.

*FOOM*

The 7-Eleven has been engulfed in a gigantic fireball like its sister station across the street. Screams can be heard coming from the shopping center, which seems to have become a gathering place for the survivors. Many are in the main parking lot which, while full of debris, is still relatively clear considering the condition of many other places. Another popular gathering place is the south side of the Eagle Foods, which was well-shielded from the blast. It is here that there are several loading docks for the semi trucks that deliver goods to the store. Apparently a number of employees opened the bay doors and began tossing out the back-stock into carts and whatever other carrying devices they could.

*FOOM*

The third and final fuel station goes up in flames just as James, Sophie, and Aziz make it to the shopping center. A stream of people are running in and out of the store. Shopping carts are becoming a rare sight as opportunists snatch them up, fill them up with goods, and run down the street with them. Sticking out of the crowd is a young man coming out of the western entrance to the Eagle Foods store accompanied by an older gentleman with a crossbow slung around his shoulder. There is also another unusual sight, a young farm boy accompanied by a large dog with packs of food and supplies duct taped around his torso.

[Voda Vosa]

Francisco stretch his hand as well "Francisco Quiroga, physicist, if that matters somehow." Lifting his juice full case, the man follows Kyle outside.
He comes to see a man and a woman carrying an injured youngster. "Eu, are you alright? I mean, are you worse than the rest?" Francisco struggles to find the proper words.

[Willette]

Xavier emerges from the mall disappointed. "So much for the bike idea, boy. Looks like we'll be walking home unless I can find a car thats not beat up too badly to work. I hope Mom is ok..."

Looking around Xavier sees the college student he'd noticed earlier gathering food and the man who told him to run from that explosion he'd heard earlier. Maybe they'd help him get home. After all, if they got back to the farm there'd be no worries about food or a place to stay, the house was built for a much bigger family than his and they had food stocked in the cellar that could last months. The question is would they be willing to help...maybe if he could convince them he had something they might need.

"Hey mister! Hey!", he shouts at the man with the dreadlocks. "Could you help me get home? There's plenty of food and places to stay and I'm really worried about my mom. Plus there are guns there and with all the crazies I've seen running around I think they would be nice to have."

[Hob Marshmallowfoot]

James motions for the girl to set the clerk down, propped against the nearest abandoned vehicle. Looking over the approaching strangers, he turn to the young farmboy, "Guns? Son, I haven't seen much of a need for those here. Yet at least. If your home is nearby, then it won't be any safer than where we are now. If not... well, we've got some more immediate concerns." James motions to the two injured individuals he helped away from the fuel station. " We need shelter, and medical supplies here. Gotta consolidate, hunker down, and wait for the rescue effort." Looking at the young boy and his dog, the injured young lady, and the other three strangers, his features soften a bit in realization, "Look, I know you're all scared. But this country has seen terrorism before. We'll be fine. I'm CPD... as in police. Name's James."

James scans the streets surrounding the mall area, "Now let's see here..."

ooc

Are there any medical centers, doctor's offices, or veterinary clinics in visual range? Or any that James would be aware of in this neighborhood? Anything but a hospital.