CB's Grim Frequencies IC -- COMPLETE

[Rubberneck]

(OOC :: Sorry I'm late to the party I'm not getting notifications on my phone for some reason. Would J.R. have been alerted to the intruders? What rolls need to happen? Sorry again for the tardiness.)

 

[CanadienneBacon]

OOC: There's a super easy fix for not getting notifications on your phone, [MENTION=6763059]Rubberneck[/MENTION]. Not to put too fine a point on it, but you need to check in at the site whether or not you're getting push notifications on your smartphone. That said, I'm sympathetic to having stuff going on in life, so if that's the case, PM me and let's talk. [MENTION=12430]gribble[/MENTION], roll percentile dice for Tom. NOTE TO SELF: 66% or higher = good. [MENTION=6755061]Kiraya_TiDrekan[/MENTION], [MENTION=4936]Shayuri[/MENTION], [MENTION=6763059]Rubberneck[/MENTION], roll Perception DC 10. If you beat DC 10 on your Perception check, your character wakes up and hears talking and noise from the kitchen.

Esmeralda eyed Tommy and shook her head no. Tommy stopped struggling and went still when T-dawg released him. There was a thud as the boy landed in a heap outside the kitchen window, and for a long moment all was silent. Esmeralda took a step backward, away from T-dawg. She kept the Derringer in one hand. "I gotta go." The girl's voice was uncertain; she had a hunted look in her eye.


Marks [roll0]

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Marks woke up. His eyes blinked open, and he lay there half a minute, fighting his way back to sleep. When he turned over onto his side and clutched his spare pillow to himself, he heard voices from the kitchen. One of them--a girl's voice--was unfamiliar. "What the?!" Marks sat up with a groan. This team was going to be the death of him. He pulled on a pair of IU red-and-white candystripe warmups and a black t-shirt, then made his way to the fellowship hall. When he reached Cyril, who was standing in the doorway, he stopped short. "What're you staring at? Why are you up at o-dark-thirty?" Marks stood behind Cyril; he couldn't see past the former lawyer.

 

[gribble]

OOC: I'm guessing a 24 is bad

"If you gotta go, you gotta go, but you're safe here for now. At least let me cook you something up before you both go."

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral Perception - [roll0]

 

[Shayuri]

Otter Hearing! [roll0]

Death Otter, tuckered out from her fight with the alligator, and used to considerably more racket than was going on now, just mutters something in her sleep and rolls over and tucks her head under her pillow.

It's probably for the best.

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral wakes up groggily and looks at the clock, still half-asleep.

Still in a nightshirt, he wonders out to find out what the commotion is about.

 

[Forged Fury]

Are you kidding me, Marks? Cyril thought as the agent gave his position away. Raising the pistol, he said to the girl evenly, "Look ma'am, I don't know what your deal is, but you're lucky T was the one who found you. He's nice. So am I for that matter, now put the gun down, nice and easy like, and let's talk this out over some grits."

OOC: Diplomacy? Intimidate? [roll0] Add 14 for the first (31), 12 for the second (29).

 

[gribble]

"Oh, hey, Cyril. Didn't see you there. Don't worry, you can put the gun down. No-one is getting hurt, right Esmeralda? Fancy some food? I'm just cooking something up for these two, no problem to cook a little more."

T-dawg commences cooking up some french toast - perfect for a late night snack.

 

[Rubberneck]

Perception Roll: [roll0]

J.R. Stirs at the sound of an argument nearby. He sits up and rubs the sleep from his eyes and squints into the darkness. The voices grew louder, Cyril, T-Dawg, Marks, and an unidentifiable female, stammering out commands.

J.R. stands and grabs the Glock from beside his cot. He moves the slide back about 2 centimeters, commonly called a press check, and confirms a round present in the chamber. He moves as quietly as possible towards the voices.

Stealth Roll: [roll]1d20+10[/roll]