CB's Grim Frequencies IC -- COMPLETE

[Rubberneck]

J.R. spends his night field stripping his new friend and made sure that it hadn't been screwed up at the range. He finishes up applying a little bit of lubricant between the slide and frame before putting it back together. He listens to a little bit of Metallica before passing out around 8pm.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Otter went downstairs to her lair and tinkered for a good portion of the evening. At 3 a.m., she realized she'd need to be up and ready in a few hours. If the wind howling outside was anything to go by, there was a hell of a storm brewing. Which meant ice, maybe. Snow for sure. Otter stopped work, put away the more discrete of her projects, and left the remainder a junked-up mess spread wide and far across three tables in the basement. Cords, battery packs, and power supplies sat in a tangled web that littered her space. She yawned once, then flopped on her bunk and passed out.

At 4 am, T-dawg woke to the distinct sound of something scratching at the back door. The one that lead from the outside to the fellowship hall.

OOC: Once again, my friends, the collective -2 to Perception for the group is displayed in all its amazing glory.

 

[Rubberneck]

(OOC :: J.R. must have passed out with his ear buds in lol)

 

[Forged Fury]

OOC: Clearly, we sleep the sleep of the righteous.

 

[gribble]

With a yawn that sounds like the howl of a monstrous wolf and wiping the sleep from the eyes, T-dawg heaves himself out of bed to check on the scratching sound. For some level of modesty he scoops one of his t-shirts, large enough to be a tablecloth, off the floor and shrugs it on over his head and shoulders.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

The church was dark and quiet. T-dawg moved from his sleeping space in the sanctuary toward the fellowship hall. The hall was dark, but light from an outdoor fluorescent street light filtered into the kitchen and fellowship hall, giving the area a ghostly look. T-dawg paused in the hallway outside the fellowship hall. He stuck his head around the corner of the open archway and looked inside. All was still. But then he heard it again, the scritching sound. Whatever it was, it was coming from the outside, from the lock on the back door. Just then, the wind howled fiercely, and a moment later, a window pane rattled in the kitchen.

GM: Make a Perception check. If T-dawg enters the fellowship hall and goes right up to the back door before making his check, add +2 for a circumstance bonus.

 

[gribble]

T-dawg thumps through the fellowship hall and directly up to the back door. In typical style, he isn't really trying to sneak, assuming it's just a cat or something outside making a nuisance of itself.

OOC: [roll0] (I took the +2 bonus, for a nett +1)

 

[CanadienneBacon]

OOC: Thanks for waiting on me, guys. Major work obligation Friday afternoon.

T-dawg stumped over to the back door. He didn't take any particular care to be quiet in his approach, but it didn't seem to matter. Whatever it was that was rattling away at the lock on the door--and it was definitely something or someone--didn't appear to notice his presence. There wasn't a pane of glass on the back door, so T-dawg couldn't see whatever it was that might be out there. After a moment, however, he heard muffled whispering but was unable to make out what was said. Definitely someone, then. He heard a faint sliding sound coming from the kitchen. It sounded like a wood-paned window being slid upward.

Otter woke up. She felt miserable. Nausea washed over her in waves. Her bowels cramped with urgent need of the bathroom. A cold sweat broke out on her brow.

GM: Make a Fortitude save DC 11 for Death Otter. If she fails, she is subject to the nauseated condition for two hours. (pp 140: A character who is nauseated is unable to attack or do anything else requiring attention or concentration. The only action such a character can take is a single move action per turn.) Everyone please make a Perception DC 14 check. Success indicates that your character wakes up and hears the window in the kitchen sliding open.

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Perception - [roll0]

 

[Shayuri]

Death Otter awakens that night with a terrible churning in her guts. She tosses and turns, and spews some vituperation towards Jesus and something called a 'churro.' Then she makes a mad dash for the restroom.

Some time later, looking a bit pale but in far less discomfort, she returns to bed and manages to get back to sleep.

Fort save! [roll0]