Round 4, Resolved
Initiative:
Otter 23
Cyril 18
J.R. 17
T-dawg 15
Feral 8
Hummer H3 1
While T-dawg dickered with Freddie, Death Otter piled into the SHO and grabbed her laptop off the floor.
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Refresh my memory. What laptop? The laptop she picked out at BestBuy but didn't pay for yet? If so, oh, GOODY. That'll be awesome fun roleplaying later on when the group returns to BestBuy! Seriously, lemme know what laptop. If I've forgotten that I previously introduced a laptop, I need you to prod me.
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Otter peered out the window to try to get the license plate number of the Hummer, but to her chagrin she realized that Indiana was one of those states that didn't require a front tag. Each vehicle had to have only the rear license plate.
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If you want the plate number, it's on the back of the Hummer. The SHO is parked perpendicular to the Hummer, with the nose of the Hummer facing the driver's side of the SHO.
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Cyril was largely oblivious to the chaos all around him as he maneuvered the SHO into position. He could see that J.R. was worked up about something, but couldn't hear what J.R. said. Placing his hands at 10 and 2 and eyes forward, Cyril mentally repeated a mantra to himself.
Please don't ram me, please don't ram me, please don't ram me... The grill of the Hummer loomed just above eye-level out Cyril's side window, the fat chrome bars gleaming in the afternoon sun. The hood of the SUV dominated above the roof of the Taurus.
J.R. looked increasingly confused, so he decided to spill the beans, "Oakel-Doakely, so here's da deal. We got a weird message from some jagoff telling us to stop you. So wah exactly is da deal? Who da hell are yinz and wah are yinz up to?" Freddie looked over at J.R. and quirked an eyebrow, but said nothing.
[sblock=Perception DC 15]You are entitled to read the following text if you got a 15 or higher on your character's last Perception check.[sblock]Oh, who am I kidding?! You're all going to read this. No problem, just don't have your PC
act on this knowledge unless he or she is entitled to it.[sblock=J.R. and T-dawg]The two of you hear a train blow its warning signal at close hand. No train is visible on the tracks, but this may be because there is a bend in the tracks to the south of East Michigan Street. Also, the arm bars on the rail crossing have not come down. Nor are the warning lights signaling red to indicate that a train is approaching.[/sblock][/sblock][/sblock]
When Freddie mentioned bashing the Hummer, T-dawg looked even more uncomfortable. He responded to Freddie, "Insurance...I don't really know. I guess so? Anyway, really sorry 'bout all this. We're just following orders to keep you away from a train or something...." T-dawg's voice trailed off as even he realized how ridiculous that sounded. T-dawg pondered a moment how on earth it was that he got stuck dealing with Freddie. After a moment lost in his thoughts, T-dawg seemed to snap out of it. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the credit card he was given by Marks. "We don't really need to bother the cops...once the train has passed, we can follow you to a shop. I can pay for any repairs you need." T-dawg brandished the credit card like some sort of magical talisman, breaking into a broad and toothy grin.[sblock=T-dawg]Freddie seems to relax at T-dawg's offer to not call the cops and to pay for the damage to the Hummer. I rolled an opposed check, and
Freddie got a 12. Well done. Good use of an action point.[/sblock]
Feral continued his stare-down with Mr. Passenger but kept an eye on the others inside the Hummer, ready to spring in to action if anyone tried something. No one did. Mr. Big looked like he was ready to explode at any moment and had started to lean forward, but hadn't yet made a move to exit the vehicle. Mr. Pinky merely sat, docile, and watched J.R. with interest.
Outside the Hummer, Freddie focused intently on T-dawg, J.R., and Feral. He kept swiveling his head between the three, very obviously trying to keep tabs on all three. When T-dawg offered to not call the police, Freddie returned his attention to T-dawg, and visibly relaxed. He started to nod when T-dawg offered to pay for the damage to the Hummer. Taking out a small pad of paper and a pen from a pocket inside the breast of his blazer, Freddie clicked the pen and said,
"Let's exchange information. What's your address and phone number? We got someone on staff who will do body work, so if you'll pay for parts, that ought to do it." Freddie reached for his pants pocket and withdrew a business card, which he handed to T-dawg.
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End of Round 4. Please post at will, and I will resolve everyone's actions in initiative order.
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