[d20 Apocalypse] After the Blast IC

[airwalkrr]

Game Info

[sblock=All Players]Attached is a map showing relative locations of buildings. It's not perfectly to scale, but it gives you the general idea of where everything's relative position is to each other.

Warehouse - Yellow
Bank of America - Fuchsia
BP fuel station - Green
Mobil fuel station - Blue
7-Eleven fuel station - Red[/sblock]

 

[Willette]

The car continues to lay silent while Xavier frantically turns the keys, unaware at his young age of the effects of EMP. A bark from outside the door snaps him suddenly back to reality. "Gadget!", he screams. In all the commotion of finding his father he'd never thought to check the back for his dog. He jumps out of the cab of the truck and instantly Gadget is licking his face, whimpering as it looks towards his father. "We have to get home boy, we have to find Mom!", shouts Xavier. "But with no truck how are we ever going to get that far? Stay here for a minute while I grab my stuff, boy."

As Xavier looks at what he has it dawns on him that theres no way he can carry it all alone...unless...

Moving quickly he grabs the blanket from the seat and wraps it around Gadget and duck tapes it closed. "Stay put while I try something Gadget, I might need your help." Taking off his bookbag he throws in his lunch, the First Aid Kit, binoculars, his electrical tool kit and tapes the bookbag around the blanket on Gadget before throwing in the tape and zipping the bag closed. Although he'd always been resourceful, only now was he becoming aware of how useful the lessons his father had taught him, about getting the most out of everything at all times, really were. Picking up his toolbag and slinging it over his shoulder he shoves the map in his back pocket. "Alright boy, lets go find that mall I saw on the way here. I need a bike or something if I'm gonna make it home to find Mom, hopefully I won't have to steal it."

[sblock=OOC]
Roll Lookup
Xavier -7 - 7* 0.6 =~ 3 hp
Gadget -13 - 13* 0.26 =~ 10 hp
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[Dekana]

Sophie Lin, 6/9 hp

Sophie appears relatively calm upon seeing the destruction along the intersection (although "dazed" might be more appropriate). The sight of the mushroom cloud makes her jaw drop, however. Her upper body shaking from a combination of the pain and fear, she takes a few steps backward into the half-collapsed mini-mart.

Next to catch Sophie's attention is the sparking Jetta across the street. She looks back and forth between the car and the mushroom cloud before apparently deciding on a course of action. Sophie turns around to the unconscious clerk, starts pulling rubble off him, and begins to yell.

"Wake up!" She smacks him lightly across the cheek. "Hey! You have to turn off the pumps!"

[sblock=actions]Try to wake up the clerk. If that fails, Sophie looks around for whatever switch / lever cuts off the fuel. If she can't find it, she'll probably take off running. I'm not sure if treat injury can even be used since I don't have a first aid kit handy, but I'll roll that and spot.

Treat Injury; Spot (1d20=15, 1d20=14)[/sblock]

 

[Voda Vosa]

Hearing the man shouting, Francisco's eyes posed upon the sparking car. His eyes widen when he thinks of the possible magnitude of the explosion that could cause. Making use of some inner strength, Francisco pulled himself along and ran towards the mall as fast as he can, dragging his case with him. "Mier** Mier** Mier** Mier**" he curses constantly as he hasty makes his way to safety.

 

[Hob Marshmallowfoot]

Sgt. James Matthews; 9/32

"Kids...kids... Hey Kid!" Seeing a young boy in the street struggling with what appears to be a blanket, James snaps out of his awe at the sight unfolding in front of him. "Kid! You need to get out of the street! Away from here... that fuel is dangerous. Run, now!" Motioning momentarily in the general direction of the mall, James turns to the ruined Altima and levels a fierce sequence of kicks at the lock mechanism of the upturned trunk. "Gotta get that duffel bag..."

[sblock=OOC]Do I need to roll anything to get the trunk open? If so: Str[/sblock]

 

[airwalkrr]

Day 0, November 3rd, 2020, Approx. 11:10 AM (17:10 GMT)

Gadget whimpers a bit at being used as a beast of burden, but he steadfastly sticks with his master as Xavier heads to the mall.

*****

The 7-Eleven clerk (whose name badge says Aziz) wakens in a stupor. He seems disoriented as he slowly asks, "Was that a bomb?"

His eyes are glassed over and he tries to free himself from the rubble. With Sophie's help most of the fallen ceiling is cleared off, but there is an enormous shard of glass in his right leg. He cannot stand. But he can sit propped up against the counter just enough to see the debacle outside.

"Turning off the pumps won't help at this point," he struggles to speak. "They ground lines have been ripped out."

*****

As Francisco approaches the shopping center, he sees utter chaos and confusion. Dozens, if not hundreds, have gathered in the parking lot to gaze at the majestic fireball still alighting into the sky. Some have gathered into prayer circles while others preach of Armageddon. There are those who blindly panic, literally running around in circles. A few have already taken to looting as shopping carts filled with diapers, paper towels, bottled water, bandages, and pharmaceuticals are hauled out by the more opportunistic types.

*****

The trunk to James' Altima seems jammed pretty good from the crunch it took in the blast. But after a few good kicks it pops open.

 

[Hob Marshmallowfoot]

Sgt. James Matthews; 9/32

James opens the crumpled trunk, grabbing his duffel bag and allowing the rest of the contents to spill haphazardly on the glass strewn pavement.

"Sh** gotta move fast."

He begins shoving things into the bag, ripping open his tool kit and evidence collection kit and grabbing a few choice items. Flinging the bag across his back, he grabs the small fire extinguisher in hand and sprints toward across the street toward the 7-11.

"Hey lady! Guy! You need help or what? You gotta get out of there, quick!"

[sblock=OOC]Items grabbed: Everything except the evidence and tool kits. From those: Bolt cutters, duct tape, a few pairs of gloves, and some small containers. [/sblock]

 

[Blackrat]

Kyle 3/9

The sprint to the mall left Kyle gasping for air. He wasn't really an athlete and had to put his head down to gather his breath. Noticing the people on the parking lot staring at the cloud he starts to look around. The people looting the stores seemed somewhat strange until he realises that they probably have it right. There's going to be need for clean water and food soon. He quickly pops to the closest store, grabs a bag and throws some cans of preserved food and water bottles in it before slinking back to the lot.

 

[Dekana]

Sophie Lin, 6/9 hp

On hearing the warning from the man outside the store, Sophie quickly digs through the rubble to recover her purse. Through the open window she yells "We are coming! The man here is hurt though." She then turns to Aziz and offers a hand, attempting to help him stand on his injured leg.

"Let's get out of here then. That car is going to blow, and we do not want to be here when it does."

 

[airwalkrr]

James sees that the only safe way to approach the 7-Eleven is from the electrical charge station side, where apparently some fail-safe mechanism has kept the chargers from sparking. Ethanol and gasoline are spewing from the other direction. Even getting within 30 feet of the fumes is starting to nauseate him however (roll a Fortitude save, remember to add the action point before you submit if you think it's too low).