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<blockquote data-quote="RangerWickett" data-source="post: 12310" data-attributes="member: 63"><p><strong>Chapter Five: The Ferret Hidey-Hole</strong></p><p></p><p><em>The following game session took place over internet chat software. The DM was generous and forward-thinking enough to save a copy of it for everyone to read. Chris is Finagle’s player, and Jessie is the DM.</em></p><p></p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> Hiya Boss! </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> Hey :> Well, I think I’m ready, how about you? </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> Sure! </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> I’m gonna mail you a pic first, so just hold on, then we’ll start, ok? </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> K </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> It’s coming to you. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> got it! </p><p> </p><p> (You can find this picture at <a href="http://www.geocities.com/rangerwickett/SK_Images/Brian1.jpg" target="_blank">http://www.geocities.com/rangerwickett/SK_Images/Brian1.jpg</a> You have to copy/paste the link, because of the way geocities deals with exterior links.)</p><p> </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> Excellent. That means we can get started. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> K’ </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> This rather overweight, nerdy, straight-out-of-the-70’s fellow before you is your neighbor, Brian Greenman. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> You both live on the single’s floor of the living complex of the Bureau for the Management of Magicks’ headquarters. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> Your home is a nice apartment for one person: not too cramped, and has a convenient kitchen-nook. Boxes take up most of your room right now, but your uncle is helping you figure out where stuff will go. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> Ok the particle accelerator goes in the NW corner... </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> When did your uncle die, anyway? I know he’s 20-something, but what year? </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> I don’t know... No one talks about him, I guess around 25 years ago or so... </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> Seventies is cool. Anyhoo, while you’re looking through your stuff, there’s a knock on the door. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> Oooooh!!! Answer! Answer! </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> The guy on the other side of the door is Brian, and he greets you with a wide smile not unlike the one in the pic. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Howdy neighbor. You’re new, right?” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Yep, How long have you lived here?” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Jeez, lemme think . . . Uh, probably about five years or so. Funny thing that, I was like researching for my AD&D game--seeing how these ‘witches’ acted--and they summoned an imp right there! Man, scared the <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /> out of me. Then these like orcish Knights came and kicked the crap out of it and brought me here.” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Cool, huh? You?” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> *grin* I was poking around a computer store when some sewer demons broke in and did bad things. Then this group of really odd Knights showed up and started threatening to break my legs if I ran away... Now I work with them. Got any sugar? Mines all packed...” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Crap, I was gonna ask you if you had any beer, but you look a little young for that.</p><p></p><p></p><p> “You don’t, do you? I think I might have some little sugar packets in my apartment.” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Could I snag three or so?” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Sure, not a problem.” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> He leads you to his apartment, the door next to yours. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> #? </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> Uh . . . You’re on the 100’s floor, the first floor. Yours is 119, his is 117. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> Juss checking... </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> And his place is a huge mess. Papers lay all over the floor, his computer desk is cluttered, a shelf on the back wall is filled with AD&D resource books. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> What’s in the computer area? </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> He apparently is a bit of a hacker, lots of different drives, “doctored” phones, and enough surge protectors to plug in a small town.</p><p></p><p>Moving aside a coffee pot that hasn’t been cleaned in ages, he hunts over the counter for sugar packets. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Damn sweet-n-low . . . Ah, here we go. Honest to God sugar.” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Which of these isn’t open . . ?” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Wheee! Thanks, It’s hard to get real sugar from people these days, health nutz being what they are...” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Damn straight. Me? To hell with it, might as well die happy, right?” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Yeah, say do you know anyone else around here? Since I just moved in I’m kinda anxiouse to meet everyone, Also, are there are any wing restrictions?” *(ex: loud music not after 4:00AM)* </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Wish there were, but not too many. Just as long as you don’t run around naked in the halls or something.”</p><p></p><p> He notices he left his door open and moves to close it. When he steps in the doorway he stops and looks in the hall.</p><p> “Um, is there a problem?” he asks to someone in the hall. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> I peak over his shoulder... </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> There’s a woman kneeling on the floor, trying to look under the crack of your door.</p><p> When she hears Brian she lifts her head, she looks Elven, dark hair and bright, green eyes. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> Sheepishly she stands and straightens her clothes. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “I’m sorry, Rikki-Tikki ran off again.” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Rikki-Tikki?” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Again?” Brian asks, laughing softly and folding his arms. “You oughta buy a bell for that ferret.” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “We did,” she replies. “He slipped out of it.” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Does he escape a lot?” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Rikki-Tikki is my ferret, and a little smarter than he should be,” she explains for you. “My husband and I have been hunting for the little guy, but he’s really found a good place to hide.</p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> *Swallow one sugar package* “He’s got his own magic? I thought that couldn’t happen....” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> Smiling broadly, Brian steps forward with a bit of a swager. “You know, Cindy, if you really need help, you could just let me and the new guy here handle this.” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Could you?” she asks. “But really it’s a bother.” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Nah, not a bother,” he replies. “This guy wanted to see around anyway.” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “If your checking rooms, I was planning to meet everyone anyway...” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “There, see?” Brian says. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> Cindy smiles and thanks you and Brian. “But if you can’t find him, just go ahead and let us handle it. You really are saving me such a hassle by doing this.” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Where does he usually hide?” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Well . . . “ Cindy pauses, biting her lip. “It seems to change every time I turn around. I have no idea what new place he’s found.” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Maybe we should start at your place,” Brian offers to Cindy, and she nods in agreement. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> Cindy gets on the elevators at the end of the hall, escorting you and Brian to the 3rd floor. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Weee! Height!” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> She leads you down the hall, stopping at 332. She and her husband’s apartment is neat, filled with Elvish decorations and furniture. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> Is her husband there? </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> She sighs and says he’s looking for Rikki on another floor.</p><p></p><p>She shows you the room where Rikki-Tikki normally sleeps. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> *Brian rolls a d20*</p><p></p><p> Brian stops and looks toward a bookcase at the other side of the room. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Do you think he could get up there?” he asks. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Sure,” Cindy replies. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Well, the air duct thingy is open,” he points out. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> Finagle scrambles up the side and peeks over the top... </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> You see that yes indeed the air duct, far too small for any person to crawl in, is open. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> Any signs of a ferret? </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> (Fur stuck in a hinge say?) </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Oh, no!” Cindy sighs heavily. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> Roll a d20, do you have spot or search as skills? </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> Yeah.... Search +4... </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> Good. Difficulty class 15, roll. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> 15 w/ bonus </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> You don’t see a ferret--it’s a bit dark--but you do recognize the rather distinct smell one gives off. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “How far down do you think he might’ve gone?” Brian asks both you and Cindy </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> Can I reach in and try to get it’s attention? (assuming he’s still in da vents) </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> You reach in, then you hear a soft giggling sound. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> Where? </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> in the vent? </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> It’s coming from the vent.</p><p></p><p> “Fingers! hee hee hee!” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Catch me if you can! Whee!” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> Slowly withdraw them, wiggling them all the time... </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Do you hear him?” Cindy asks. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “He’s right here.”</p><p></p><p>“He’s teasing me...” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Rikki!” she calls, trying to climb up beside you. “Rikki, get over here, now!” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> *Get out of her way...’* </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> *Down another sugar package, in preperation* </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> The laughing is stonger, yet begins to fade away as a scampering noise scratches further down the ducts. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “No! No, come back!” Cindy snaps. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> Which way does vent go? </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> Cindy thinks for a moment, then says it more than likely heads toward the kitchens of the living complex. In the other direction it would head toward the labs, which are between the business end of the Bureau and the enforcement end. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Ok, you get the kitchens, I’ll go get the labs...” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> Cindy nods in agreement, then climbs down. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> Brian will go with you. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> K, Go go speed racer! </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> (Joke...) </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> The two of you run to the glass walkways that seperate the living complex and the other complex. Above you is the vent, below you are the crowds doing business in the main hall of the Bureau. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> Brian leads you toward the labs, and the two of you are stopped by a security guard. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> An orc, not very intelligent looking, but rather large and quite intimidating in a uniform. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> How bigisshe? </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> oh, sorry... </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “What’s this then?” he asks. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Uh . . .” Brian begins to fumble through his pockets to find his ID </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Ummm, a neighbors ferret got loose in the air vents, we’re trying to hunt it down, sir” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Could we please check the airvents inside?” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> Surprised by the excuse, the orc scratches his temple. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “I have ID, I work in this section,” Brian swears, finally finding his wallet. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Yeah, that too!” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “A ferret, yasay?” the guard asks, not sure of how to respond to the two of you now. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Ah, ha!” Brian says triumpantly, holding up his ID. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> (It’s a horrible picture, but reads that he is a techno-expert with a high-level clearance.) </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> He’s not that big, but he is smart and fast, so we need to work quickly!” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Well . . . “ He rubs his chin. ‘“Cain’t argue with the ID. Go on.” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> Brian, quite smug with himself, leads you on. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “You’re in R&D?” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Huh?” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “you’re card said techno-expert, what’s your specialty?” *said while checking vents and sneaking looks at labs* </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Oh, okay. Hacking. That’s me.” He puffs with a bit of pride. “I’m one of the best. Systems bow before me and computers tremble at my might.” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “I handle lots of files around here.” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Like inventory!?!” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Well, not per se,” he shrugs. “On missions I do a little work, and around the Bureau I mostly do financial, and lots of detective work.” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Decode files, translate recordings, find this guy, do that, you know how it is.” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Oh, You translate? I’ll remember that.” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> The both of you reach the labs, and Brian swipes his ID through a slot on the side of the door. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> The room is quite large, and the room Brian’s taken you in appears to mostly be for studying specimens, ranging from racks of microscope slides to cages with odd-looking creatures in them. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> A man sits at a set of cages near the back, then stands when he sees the two of you. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> He is black, with large eyes and greying hair. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Hello, just checking your vents for mammals!” </p><p></p><p> “Mammals?” he asks. “You mean rats?” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Rats nummy!” voices chant from the cage behind him </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Mammals yummy!” they add. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “No a ferret escaped, and were trying to... *runs down...* </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Wha?...” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> When you near the cage you can see it’s an extremely large cage, a room more or less, with several dozen gremlins inside. They look like the ones from the movies, and all of them smile at you with toothy grins when you step next to the scientist. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “See?” one says. “Mammal!”</p><p></p><p> “Yummy!” the others chant. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “And I just got them to shut up,” the scientist sighs. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Hi, could you do me a favor?” *to gremlins* </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “I’ll reward you of course...” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Favors!”</p><p>“Party favors!”</p><p>“Yummy!” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Do ya’ll have any favorite foods?” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Meat.”</p><p>“Meat.”</p><p>“Meat. </p><p>“Meat.” </p><p>“Meat.” </p><p>“Meat.”</p><p>“Quiche.” (He gets weird stares from the others, the overall census seems to be “meat.”) </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Ok, I’ll bring down some steaks tomorrow if you will promise not to eat a small bony, hairy, scrawney ferret for me... Deal? I’ll even through in a quiche...” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Meat!” they all begin jumping up and down excitedly. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Oh, no,” the scientist groans. “Now they’ll take forever to quiet down!” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Is it a deal? All you have to do is give the ferret, if it shows up, to, uh, your boss here...” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Deal! Deal!”</p><p>“Yummy!” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Thanks a lot guys!” *Turning to scientist* “Uh, I’m sorry I didn’t get your name...” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Malcom. Kenneth Malcom.” Then he kneels toward the cage and clears his throat. He begins singing: “Imagine me and you, I do, I think about you day and night--” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> The gremlins stop. They listen a moment, then join in.</p><p></p><p> “So happy together!” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> *Grin* *join in next chorus* </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “This’ll take a while. Once they get started they’re hard to stop,” Malcom says to you as they sing. “Just go ahead and I’ll keep an eye open for you ferret.” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Thanks a lot, If I can ever do you a favor... Just holler” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> Brian laughs and leads you out. As you leave you can hear </p><p></p><p> “--No matter how they tossed the dice, it had to be. The only one for me is you, and you for me, So Happy Together!” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> ( I like them, Gremlins are cute) </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> Brian is still snickering when you go back in the hall, but as he stops, you can still hear a giggling from above you. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> What’s the ceiling like here? </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> It’s not too high, and the air vent is directly above you. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> *Finagle jumps up and grags the vent* </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> It groans a little under your weight and you hear a tiny shriek. Brian grabs your waist to hold you up</p><p></p><p> “Get ‘im! Grab ‘im!” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> *Reach in an snag the little bugger, or at least chase him back to the lab...* </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Eek! Meanie, meanie! Stop!”</p><p></p><p> You can almost get a grip, but like a furry snake it wiggles out of your grasp. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Come back here, please!?” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “My hidey-hole!” he snaps at you, then you hear him trying to scamper away again. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Dammit!” Brian groans, having a little trouble holding you. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> (130 lbs is a problem?) </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> For a long time, sure. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Ok, lemme down, he already went that way...” *sigh* </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> Angrily Brian grumbles as he lets you down. He looks down the hall and sighs. “Wonder where the vents lead to . . .” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “One way to find out...” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “You met the gremlins before?” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “No, they must’ve been collected by some Knight on mission. Gremlins are generally some nasty little buggers. Did you see those teeth?!” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “I’ve heard of guys my size getting torn apart by a group of them that size.” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Well, yeah, but they seemed nice enough...” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Maybe,” he says uneasily. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Maybe I could vist them again...” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Heh. We could teach ‘em Broadway next time.” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Or maybe they could teach me...” *musing quitley...* </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> He laughs. You both head down the hall, then notice where the vent splits off in a t-intersection. One leading to a broom closet, the other direction to an office of some kind. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> Hey, Brian? Ya wanna get the closset?” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Closet’s cool, I guess.” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “K, meetcha in the next lab...” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> When you open the other door, you see it’s a tech lab, the lights are off, and you hear soft whispering--but not Rikki’s. It’s two people, a man and a woman. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Who’s that?” the man asks.</p><p>“Finagle Luckshore,” the woman responds. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Ummm, Hello?” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> *reassuring swig of sugar* </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> The woman steps into the light and you see it’s Autumn Yieotana, the telepath. “It’s tough to surprise a telepath, kid. But you came close.” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Oh, Hi Mrs. Yieotana, whatcha doing?” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Just trying to finish up a little business. And it’s Ms. You can call me Autumn.” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> The man you can only barely see, but you recoginze him. He was there last night when you were “inducted” into the BMM: Michael Dunne, the one who mercy-killed Jericho and then fell unconcious. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> *Edge away from psycho cop* “Ok, Autumn, I’m just looking for a ferret that escaped into the air-vents... Do you mind if I check around here?” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Hey, Finny!” you hear from across the hall. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Brian Greenman is calling,” Autumn points out. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Ok, lemme go check with him...” *exit, gracefully* </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> Brian is in the closet, shaking his head and laughing.</p><p> The air vent opens into the room, and all around the dusty shelves are food, candy, small stuffed animals, shoes, Barbie-sized plastic furniture, and a rather sad-looking ferret. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> He’s light brown with a dark little mask pattern on his face, dark paws, and large, brown eyes that look up at you pitifully. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “ummm, he got loose a lot, didn’t he?” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “You thieving little bastard,” Brian laughs. “There’s my other sandle!” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “How long did it take you to get all this together?” *to the ferret* </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “I’m sorry,” he whimpers. “I like to collect stuff. This is my hidey-hole. I found it a few months ago.” </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Well, It doesn’t look like you broke anything, and I’m sure you mean “borrow”... Should we tell Cindy?” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> Rikki-Tikki cries softly and Brian sighs. “Man, don’t do that.” He looks at you and shakes his head. “Go ahead and keep my sandle, Rikki. If you want the other I can get it for you.” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> Rikki’s eyes brighten and he leaps onto the floor at your feet. “Yay! I think I wanna go home now. I’m hungry.” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “You got enough food in here to feed an army,” Brian snickers </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Oh, all right... Hey Rikki if you can get me some parts I could build you a device to alert you when Cindy is gonna come into your room... That way she wouldn’t be surprised by your absence.”</p><p><strong>DM:</strong> ^_^ “Sure!” he chirps.</p><p></p><p> “Just don’t get caught,” Brian adds. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Never do,” Rikki replies. </p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “I’m sure you don’t, mean time, care to escort us home?” </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “Let’s go,” Rikki says, trotting past you and skipping down the hall. </p><p><strong>DM:</strong> “You don’t think that orc’d ask for his ID, do you?” Brian asks with a smirk.</p><p><strong>Chris (Finagle):</strong> “Nah, nobody bothers a ferret with attitude!”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="RangerWickett, post: 12310, member: 63"] [b]Chapter Five: The Ferret Hidey-Hole[/b] [I]The following game session took place over internet chat software. The DM was generous and forward-thinking enough to save a copy of it for everyone to read. Chris is Finagle’s player, and Jessie is the DM.[/I] [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] Hiya Boss! [B]DM:[/B] Hey :> Well, I think I’m ready, how about you? [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] Sure! [B]DM:[/B] I’m gonna mail you a pic first, so just hold on, then we’ll start, ok? [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] K [B]DM:[/B] It’s coming to you. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] got it! (You can find this picture at [url]http://www.geocities.com/rangerwickett/SK_Images/Brian1.jpg[/url] You have to copy/paste the link, because of the way geocities deals with exterior links.) [B]DM:[/B] Excellent. That means we can get started. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] K’ [B]DM:[/B] This rather overweight, nerdy, straight-out-of-the-70’s fellow before you is your neighbor, Brian Greenman. [B]DM:[/B] You both live on the single’s floor of the living complex of the Bureau for the Management of Magicks’ headquarters. [B]DM:[/B] Your home is a nice apartment for one person: not too cramped, and has a convenient kitchen-nook. Boxes take up most of your room right now, but your uncle is helping you figure out where stuff will go. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] Ok the particle accelerator goes in the NW corner... [B]DM:[/B] When did your uncle die, anyway? I know he’s 20-something, but what year? [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] I don’t know... No one talks about him, I guess around 25 years ago or so... [B]DM:[/B] Seventies is cool. Anyhoo, while you’re looking through your stuff, there’s a knock on the door. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] Oooooh!!! Answer! Answer! [B]DM:[/B] The guy on the other side of the door is Brian, and he greets you with a wide smile not unlike the one in the pic. [B]DM:[/B] “Howdy neighbor. You’re new, right?” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Yep, How long have you lived here?” [B]DM:[/B] “Jeez, lemme think . . . Uh, probably about five years or so. Funny thing that, I was like researching for my AD&D game--seeing how these ‘witches’ acted--and they summoned an imp right there! Man, scared the :):):):) out of me. Then these like orcish Knights came and kicked the crap out of it and brought me here.” [B]DM:[/B] “Cool, huh? You?” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] *grin* I was poking around a computer store when some sewer demons broke in and did bad things. Then this group of really odd Knights showed up and started threatening to break my legs if I ran away... Now I work with them. Got any sugar? Mines all packed...” [B]DM:[/B] “Crap, I was gonna ask you if you had any beer, but you look a little young for that. “You don’t, do you? I think I might have some little sugar packets in my apartment.” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Could I snag three or so?” [B]DM:[/B] “Sure, not a problem.” [B]DM:[/B] He leads you to his apartment, the door next to yours. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] #? [B]DM:[/B] Uh . . . You’re on the 100’s floor, the first floor. Yours is 119, his is 117. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] Juss checking... [B]DM:[/B] And his place is a huge mess. Papers lay all over the floor, his computer desk is cluttered, a shelf on the back wall is filled with AD&D resource books. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] What’s in the computer area? [B]DM:[/B] He apparently is a bit of a hacker, lots of different drives, “doctored” phones, and enough surge protectors to plug in a small town. Moving aside a coffee pot that hasn’t been cleaned in ages, he hunts over the counter for sugar packets. [B]DM:[/B] “Damn sweet-n-low . . . Ah, here we go. Honest to God sugar.” [B]DM:[/B] “Which of these isn’t open . . ?” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Wheee! Thanks, It’s hard to get real sugar from people these days, health nutz being what they are...” [B]DM:[/B] “Damn straight. Me? To hell with it, might as well die happy, right?” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Yeah, say do you know anyone else around here? Since I just moved in I’m kinda anxiouse to meet everyone, Also, are there are any wing restrictions?” *(ex: loud music not after 4:00AM)* [B]DM:[/B] “Wish there were, but not too many. Just as long as you don’t run around naked in the halls or something.” He notices he left his door open and moves to close it. When he steps in the doorway he stops and looks in the hall. “Um, is there a problem?” he asks to someone in the hall. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] I peak over his shoulder... [B]DM:[/B] There’s a woman kneeling on the floor, trying to look under the crack of your door. When she hears Brian she lifts her head, she looks Elven, dark hair and bright, green eyes. [B]DM:[/B] Sheepishly she stands and straightens her clothes. [B]DM:[/B] “I’m sorry, Rikki-Tikki ran off again.” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Rikki-Tikki?” [B]DM:[/B] “Again?” Brian asks, laughing softly and folding his arms. “You oughta buy a bell for that ferret.” [B]DM:[/B] “We did,” she replies. “He slipped out of it.” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Does he escape a lot?” [B]DM:[/B] “Rikki-Tikki is my ferret, and a little smarter than he should be,” she explains for you. “My husband and I have been hunting for the little guy, but he’s really found a good place to hide. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] *Swallow one sugar package* “He’s got his own magic? I thought that couldn’t happen....” [B]DM:[/B] Smiling broadly, Brian steps forward with a bit of a swager. “You know, Cindy, if you really need help, you could just let me and the new guy here handle this.” [B]DM:[/B] “Could you?” she asks. “But really it’s a bother.” [B]DM:[/B] “Nah, not a bother,” he replies. “This guy wanted to see around anyway.” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “If your checking rooms, I was planning to meet everyone anyway...” [B]DM:[/B] “There, see?” Brian says. [B]DM:[/B] Cindy smiles and thanks you and Brian. “But if you can’t find him, just go ahead and let us handle it. You really are saving me such a hassle by doing this.” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Where does he usually hide?” [B]DM:[/B] “Well . . . “ Cindy pauses, biting her lip. “It seems to change every time I turn around. I have no idea what new place he’s found.” [B]DM:[/B] “Maybe we should start at your place,” Brian offers to Cindy, and she nods in agreement. [B]DM:[/B] Cindy gets on the elevators at the end of the hall, escorting you and Brian to the 3rd floor. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Weee! Height!” [B]DM:[/B] She leads you down the hall, stopping at 332. She and her husband’s apartment is neat, filled with Elvish decorations and furniture. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] Is her husband there? [B]DM:[/B] She sighs and says he’s looking for Rikki on another floor. She shows you the room where Rikki-Tikki normally sleeps. [B]DM:[/B] *Brian rolls a d20* Brian stops and looks toward a bookcase at the other side of the room. [B]DM:[/B] “Do you think he could get up there?” he asks. [B]DM:[/B] “Sure,” Cindy replies. [B]DM:[/B] “Well, the air duct thingy is open,” he points out. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] Finagle scrambles up the side and peeks over the top... [B]DM:[/B] You see that yes indeed the air duct, far too small for any person to crawl in, is open. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] Any signs of a ferret? [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] (Fur stuck in a hinge say?) [B]DM:[/B] “Oh, no!” Cindy sighs heavily. [B]DM:[/B] Roll a d20, do you have spot or search as skills? [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] Yeah.... Search +4... [B]DM:[/B] Good. Difficulty class 15, roll. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] 15 w/ bonus [B]DM:[/B] You don’t see a ferret--it’s a bit dark--but you do recognize the rather distinct smell one gives off. [B]DM:[/B] “How far down do you think he might’ve gone?” Brian asks both you and Cindy [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] Can I reach in and try to get it’s attention? (assuming he’s still in da vents) [B]DM:[/B] You reach in, then you hear a soft giggling sound. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] Where? [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] in the vent? [B]DM:[/B] It’s coming from the vent. “Fingers! hee hee hee!” [B]DM:[/B] “Catch me if you can! Whee!” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] Slowly withdraw them, wiggling them all the time... [B]DM:[/B] “Do you hear him?” Cindy asks. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “He’s right here.” “He’s teasing me...” [B]DM:[/B] “Rikki!” she calls, trying to climb up beside you. “Rikki, get over here, now!” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] *Get out of her way...’* [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] *Down another sugar package, in preperation* [B]DM:[/B] The laughing is stonger, yet begins to fade away as a scampering noise scratches further down the ducts. [B]DM:[/B] “No! No, come back!” Cindy snaps. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] Which way does vent go? [B]DM:[/B] Cindy thinks for a moment, then says it more than likely heads toward the kitchens of the living complex. In the other direction it would head toward the labs, which are between the business end of the Bureau and the enforcement end. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Ok, you get the kitchens, I’ll go get the labs...” [B]DM:[/B] Cindy nods in agreement, then climbs down. [B]DM:[/B] Brian will go with you. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] K, Go go speed racer! [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] (Joke...) [B]DM:[/B] The two of you run to the glass walkways that seperate the living complex and the other complex. Above you is the vent, below you are the crowds doing business in the main hall of the Bureau. [B]DM:[/B] Brian leads you toward the labs, and the two of you are stopped by a security guard. [B]DM:[/B] An orc, not very intelligent looking, but rather large and quite intimidating in a uniform. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] How bigisshe? [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] oh, sorry... [B]DM:[/B] “What’s this then?” he asks. [B]DM:[/B] “Uh . . .” Brian begins to fumble through his pockets to find his ID [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Ummm, a neighbors ferret got loose in the air vents, we’re trying to hunt it down, sir” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Could we please check the airvents inside?” [B]DM:[/B] Surprised by the excuse, the orc scratches his temple. [B]DM:[/B] “I have ID, I work in this section,” Brian swears, finally finding his wallet. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Yeah, that too!” [B]DM:[/B] “A ferret, yasay?” the guard asks, not sure of how to respond to the two of you now. [B]DM:[/B] “Ah, ha!” Brian says triumpantly, holding up his ID. [B]DM:[/B] (It’s a horrible picture, but reads that he is a techno-expert with a high-level clearance.) [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] He’s not that big, but he is smart and fast, so we need to work quickly!” [B]DM:[/B] “Well . . . “ He rubs his chin. ‘“Cain’t argue with the ID. Go on.” [B]DM:[/B] Brian, quite smug with himself, leads you on. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “You’re in R&D?” [B]DM:[/B] “Huh?” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “you’re card said techno-expert, what’s your specialty?” *said while checking vents and sneaking looks at labs* [B]DM:[/B] “Oh, okay. Hacking. That’s me.” He puffs with a bit of pride. “I’m one of the best. Systems bow before me and computers tremble at my might.” [B]DM:[/B] “I handle lots of files around here.” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Like inventory!?!” [B]DM:[/B] “Well, not per se,” he shrugs. “On missions I do a little work, and around the Bureau I mostly do financial, and lots of detective work.” [B]DM:[/B] “Decode files, translate recordings, find this guy, do that, you know how it is.” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Oh, You translate? I’ll remember that.” [B]DM:[/B] The both of you reach the labs, and Brian swipes his ID through a slot on the side of the door. [B]DM:[/B] The room is quite large, and the room Brian’s taken you in appears to mostly be for studying specimens, ranging from racks of microscope slides to cages with odd-looking creatures in them. [B]DM:[/B] A man sits at a set of cages near the back, then stands when he sees the two of you. [B]DM:[/B] He is black, with large eyes and greying hair. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Hello, just checking your vents for mammals!” “Mammals?” he asks. “You mean rats?” [B]DM:[/B] “Rats nummy!” voices chant from the cage behind him [B]DM:[/B] “Mammals yummy!” they add. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “No a ferret escaped, and were trying to... *runs down...* [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Wha?...” [B]DM:[/B] When you near the cage you can see it’s an extremely large cage, a room more or less, with several dozen gremlins inside. They look like the ones from the movies, and all of them smile at you with toothy grins when you step next to the scientist. [B]DM:[/B] “See?” one says. “Mammal!” “Yummy!” the others chant. [B]DM:[/B] “And I just got them to shut up,” the scientist sighs. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Hi, could you do me a favor?” *to gremlins* [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “I’ll reward you of course...” [B]DM:[/B] “Favors!” “Party favors!” “Yummy!” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Do ya’ll have any favorite foods?” [B]DM:[/B] “Meat.” “Meat.” “Meat. “Meat.” “Meat.” “Meat.” “Quiche.” (He gets weird stares from the others, the overall census seems to be “meat.”) [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Ok, I’ll bring down some steaks tomorrow if you will promise not to eat a small bony, hairy, scrawney ferret for me... Deal? I’ll even through in a quiche...” [B]DM:[/B] “Meat!” they all begin jumping up and down excitedly. [B]DM:[/B] “Oh, no,” the scientist groans. “Now they’ll take forever to quiet down!” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Is it a deal? All you have to do is give the ferret, if it shows up, to, uh, your boss here...” [B]DM:[/B] “Deal! Deal!” “Yummy!” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Thanks a lot guys!” *Turning to scientist* “Uh, I’m sorry I didn’t get your name...” [B]DM:[/B] “Malcom. Kenneth Malcom.” Then he kneels toward the cage and clears his throat. He begins singing: “Imagine me and you, I do, I think about you day and night--” [B]DM:[/B] The gremlins stop. They listen a moment, then join in. “So happy together!” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] *Grin* *join in next chorus* [B]DM:[/B] “This’ll take a while. Once they get started they’re hard to stop,” Malcom says to you as they sing. “Just go ahead and I’ll keep an eye open for you ferret.” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Thanks a lot, If I can ever do you a favor... Just holler” [B]DM:[/B] Brian laughs and leads you out. As you leave you can hear “--No matter how they tossed the dice, it had to be. The only one for me is you, and you for me, So Happy Together!” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] ( I like them, Gremlins are cute) [B]DM:[/B] Brian is still snickering when you go back in the hall, but as he stops, you can still hear a giggling from above you. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] What’s the ceiling like here? [B]DM:[/B] It’s not too high, and the air vent is directly above you. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] *Finagle jumps up and grags the vent* [B]DM:[/B] It groans a little under your weight and you hear a tiny shriek. Brian grabs your waist to hold you up “Get ‘im! Grab ‘im!” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] *Reach in an snag the little bugger, or at least chase him back to the lab...* [B]DM:[/B] “Eek! Meanie, meanie! Stop!” You can almost get a grip, but like a furry snake it wiggles out of your grasp. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Come back here, please!?” [B]DM:[/B] “My hidey-hole!” he snaps at you, then you hear him trying to scamper away again. [B]DM:[/B] “Dammit!” Brian groans, having a little trouble holding you. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] (130 lbs is a problem?) [B]DM:[/B] For a long time, sure. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Ok, lemme down, he already went that way...” *sigh* [B]DM:[/B] Angrily Brian grumbles as he lets you down. He looks down the hall and sighs. “Wonder where the vents lead to . . .” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “One way to find out...” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “You met the gremlins before?” [B]DM:[/B] “No, they must’ve been collected by some Knight on mission. Gremlins are generally some nasty little buggers. Did you see those teeth?!” [B]DM:[/B] “I’ve heard of guys my size getting torn apart by a group of them that size.” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Well, yeah, but they seemed nice enough...” [B]DM:[/B] “Maybe,” he says uneasily. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Maybe I could vist them again...” [B]DM:[/B] “Heh. We could teach ‘em Broadway next time.” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Or maybe they could teach me...” *musing quitley...* [B]DM:[/B] He laughs. You both head down the hall, then notice where the vent splits off in a t-intersection. One leading to a broom closet, the other direction to an office of some kind. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] Hey, Brian? Ya wanna get the closset?” [B]DM:[/B] “Closet’s cool, I guess.” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “K, meetcha in the next lab...” [B]DM:[/B] When you open the other door, you see it’s a tech lab, the lights are off, and you hear soft whispering--but not Rikki’s. It’s two people, a man and a woman. [B]DM:[/B] “Who’s that?” the man asks. “Finagle Luckshore,” the woman responds. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Ummm, Hello?” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] *reassuring swig of sugar* [B]DM:[/B] The woman steps into the light and you see it’s Autumn Yieotana, the telepath. “It’s tough to surprise a telepath, kid. But you came close.” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Oh, Hi Mrs. Yieotana, whatcha doing?” [B]DM:[/B] “Just trying to finish up a little business. And it’s Ms. You can call me Autumn.” [B]DM:[/B] The man you can only barely see, but you recoginze him. He was there last night when you were “inducted” into the BMM: Michael Dunne, the one who mercy-killed Jericho and then fell unconcious. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] *Edge away from psycho cop* “Ok, Autumn, I’m just looking for a ferret that escaped into the air-vents... Do you mind if I check around here?” [B]DM:[/B] “Hey, Finny!” you hear from across the hall. [B]DM:[/B] “Brian Greenman is calling,” Autumn points out. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Ok, lemme go check with him...” *exit, gracefully* [B]DM:[/B] Brian is in the closet, shaking his head and laughing. The air vent opens into the room, and all around the dusty shelves are food, candy, small stuffed animals, shoes, Barbie-sized plastic furniture, and a rather sad-looking ferret. [B]DM:[/B] He’s light brown with a dark little mask pattern on his face, dark paws, and large, brown eyes that look up at you pitifully. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “ummm, he got loose a lot, didn’t he?” [B]DM:[/B] “You thieving little bastard,” Brian laughs. “There’s my other sandle!” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “How long did it take you to get all this together?” *to the ferret* [B]DM:[/B] “I’m sorry,” he whimpers. “I like to collect stuff. This is my hidey-hole. I found it a few months ago.” [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Well, It doesn’t look like you broke anything, and I’m sure you mean “borrow”... Should we tell Cindy?” [B]DM:[/B] Rikki-Tikki cries softly and Brian sighs. “Man, don’t do that.” He looks at you and shakes his head. “Go ahead and keep my sandle, Rikki. If you want the other I can get it for you.” [B]DM:[/B] Rikki’s eyes brighten and he leaps onto the floor at your feet. “Yay! I think I wanna go home now. I’m hungry.” [B]DM:[/B] “You got enough food in here to feed an army,” Brian snickers [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Oh, all right... Hey Rikki if you can get me some parts I could build you a device to alert you when Cindy is gonna come into your room... That way she wouldn’t be surprised by your absence.” [B]DM:[/B] ^_^ “Sure!” he chirps. “Just don’t get caught,” Brian adds. [B]DM:[/B] “Never do,” Rikki replies. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “I’m sure you don’t, mean time, care to escort us home?” [B]DM:[/B] “Let’s go,” Rikki says, trotting past you and skipping down the hall. [B]DM:[/B] “You don’t think that orc’d ask for his ID, do you?” Brian asks with a smirk. [b]Chris (Finagle):[/b] “Nah, nobody bothers a ferret with attitude!” [/QUOTE]
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