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Message: <blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 6599341" data-attributes="member: 11146">Combat Round 3, ResolvedInitiative: Otter 23Cyril 18J.R. 17T-dawg 15Feral 8Hummer H3 1[hr][/hr]Death Otter hesitated for a second, then went over to the passenger door of the SHO.  She poked in her head, checking out the dashboard.  She couldn't remember if the SHO had a police band scanner.  There wasn't one.Cyril took his foot off the gas and threw the SHO into reverse. Checking behind him, he backed up briefly before orienting the car lengthwise in front of the hummer, attempting to block any forward progress.[sblock=Cyril]The SHO is now parked perpendicular to the Hummer.  If the Hummer wants to move away, it will need to be put into reverse and will probably have to do at least a three-point turn, given the line of other vehicles stacked up in the three lanes of traffic.[/sblock]J.R. kept the tire iron in hand. He looked at Cyril, who was still inside the SHO, and hollered, "Any word on wah da fu*k this is alls abaht?"  Cyril didn't look up right away, but the dude in the rear seat on the passenger side of the Hummer did.  He shook his head no while scrunching his brows--universal language signifying "Hey, crazy dude, what are you on about?" [sblock=Cyril]Roll a Perception check.  If you beat a DC 13, Cyril hears what J.R. yells.[/sblock]T-dawg was momentarily taken back by Suit & Tie's calmness, but then simply responded "Mine? Nah, I just hitched a ride here in it."  He thought for a second, then added, "Sorry 'bout my friends - been drinkin' too many Monsters. Once the train is gone, you can go on your way. No harm, no foul."  A moment later, still clearly uncomfortable with the awkward situation, he held out a hand in a half-apologetic gesture of friendship, and introduced himself, "I'm T-dawg."Feral sat down cross legged on the hood of the Hummer, a big **&^-eating grin on his face that didn't reach his eyes.  Feral stared at the guy inside the Hummer with the gun, daring him to try something. Suit and Tie nervously eyed Feral and J.R., then turned back to face T-dawg.  He stared at T-dawg's meaty palm for a beat, then said with a Midwestern accent, "T-dawg.  I'm Freddie.  Your, uh, friends seem to have bashed my SUV.  Do you have insurance?  Maybe we should call the cops."  Inside the Hummer, Mr. Passenger is engaged in a staring contest with Feral.  Neither moves, and neither blinks.  It's silent war.  The dude in the rear seat on the passenger side (Mr. Pinky) seems to be giving J.R. a visual once-over but otherwise makes no move.  The man in the rear seat on the driver side (Mr. Big) is turning red and looks like he's ready to have an aneurysm.  Mr. Big starts tapping on the window, trying to get Suit and Tie's attention.  Suit and Tie holds up a hand in warning, but doesn't turn around.[ooc]End of Round 3.  Please post at will and I will resolve in initiative order.  Everyone, please include a Perception roll in your character's next post.  It won't count as part of your action for Round 4.  To clarify, Cyril is going to need two Perception rolls.[/ooc]</blockquote>

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