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Billy sits back thoughtfuly. "Well, I never really did meet him. I wasn't much for them after parties back in the day. We shared venues a couple times. I remember the band 'n me played a superbowl across a stage form him. I tell ya, he gave me the creeps back then." Billy almost shivers, as if...

So what's the story? It's been a week since a post. I know I'm hardly the person to talk about moving a game along, but are we stalled?

On his way up to the floor they had been given, Billy encounters that hotel service man with the tray of tea. "Now the only person drinkin' tea at this time o' night would be my good buddy Mitch. You just ahdn that over I'll get it to 'em. We got a few things to go over as it is." Knocking on...

Well, crap. No way it's a week. I'll continue. Maybe we need a hard DM post limit? 4 days? I know daily would be a bit much for Blue. Dude's got so much on his plate he moved it all to a bowl.

OOC: If I can find Mitch, I will meet up with him and relate the experiance, seeing as he's the resident egghead. If not, it'll wait till morning.

Xander pauses, stock still in the turret, a look of utter disgust on his... occluded face. He raises a hand to wipe it off only to drop it again deciding it's better not to have it all over his hands. "Does anybody have a hankie?" he asks, almost to low to hear. "Well, I hope we get to do our...

Very quietly to himself, Billy intones , "Well, that ain't right." When the kicking and rocking becomes more severe, and one of the blows actually spiders a crack on the window, it snaps Billy to. "Y'all little punks better back off!" he turns the ignition and the large truck roars into action...

BP: 19 Hang Onto Stuff: 5, 2, 5, 3, 3=18 "Hah ha! Dis is wild! You can drive any time!" Xanderr hoots and whoops delightedly at every sharp turn and burst of acceleration, despite the fact that he's only in his seat still because he's strapped to it. Sports Knowledge: 4, 4, 4, 3=15

Will Save: 22 Spot Check: 9 IF Success THEN Billy almost, almost opens the door, but eventually tears his gaze away from theirs and removes his hand from the latch. There's somethin' ain't here. But I don't think I can let these youngin's out here alone. He forces himself to speak, "Now, i...

Xander squares his jaw and flips down his goggles again after he put them up to sit... moer comfortably in the turret. Grabbing the control bar like a gunner in a WWII movie he smiles over his shoulder toothily. "Ze foot of the ze Great Alps demselves! But truly, I am from the World!" The wind...

Invisible Castle works for me.

Xander slides the goggles down over his eyes, and takes a step back. "I've been waiting for zis since I got here!" He turns and steps, jumping out and grabbing the pole, hoping to put a little bit of a spin on his descent. Pole Dancing:1, 5, 5, 4. Total: 15. Assuming he lands well, Xander will...

So, how do we handle rolling? Do it for real and relay our results, or use somethiing online, like invisiblecastle.com?

Well, it looks good to me... numbers wise that is. I scrolled up from the bottom of the page and actually shrieked when the picture came up.

Xander nods thoughtfully and picks up a trap, sliding it into place on his pack. "Well, it's always good to be in ze middle of de action. And, since it's all dat's left... not much choice!"

Xander seems to completely ignore, if he even heard, the criticism tossed at him as he considers. He does snap his head up when he hears about the Hummer. "Hah! I call ze turret! And, well, I can drive a Hummer, if I need to zat is. I make no guarantees of ze smoothness of de ride, though."

Oops, my bad. I mis-read. I'll change my post.

Xander comes to the table and looks like a kid in a candy shop. He ruffles the top of Vince's hair lightly, playfully. "Oh, I love new toys. And the jumpsuit suits me, ya? Hah!" As his eyes play over the equipment, he picks up the slime blower attatchment, hefting it appreciably. "Wow. Dis seems...

Xander laughs out loud, from where he was admiring the ancient fire pole. "Dis place is already exciting. I zink I like it here!" He thumps his chest proudly. "Xander Braunschwagger." He takes a seat at the table and leans his chair back, dangerously far. "So ven do ve begin?"

You know, for the life of me I can't find it again. I'll work one up for you though, I remember it was pretty simple.