[d20 Apocalypse] After the Blast IC

Xavier takes the radio from the man and pops it open to take a quick look inside. "Perfect! It's only slightly damaged, all I need is a few wires and we'll be back in business! Anyone want to go bust one of those car stereos open and rip me out a few?"

Turning to the man with the cane Xavier says, "My farm is in Beason, thats about 200 km away I think."

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Something like that radio might not actually suffer any damage at all but for the sake of using my skills we'll assume minor damage :P its battery powered with a short antenna and therefore negligibly affected. FCIC: A Citizen Guide To Disaster Preparedness

If I can i'll just take 10 (or 20 if i can in this situation) on it and my +8 to repair aught to make that fine for simple radio repairs.
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Terrence Cross 25/44

Terrence has to do a push up to force the debris off of him and when he does all he does is role over on to his back. his mind goes into a place he knows very well: survival mode. He gets up and quickly checks himself over, a lot of bruising and some cuts but he will manage. The first thing he does is go to his bed room and checks under his matress and finds what he had been looking for, his combat knife.
The door to his apartment was blocked so he had to bust it down which he did. he got to the entrance of the apartment after checking the apartment for any survivors, he found none, he opens the door slowly to see if anybody is close. He then steps outside and looks around and then he sees the cloud that looms in the background and he sighs and shakes his head. "No time to start feeling bad Terrence we have to survive. Now first things first, we need food and supplies." Terrence says to himself quietly then he starts walking towards the mall plaza. as he walked he opened up his phone because it started to buzz he checked it to see it was his girlfriend who called and just as he saw her name, Janice, it died. After he saw that he began running towards the mall.

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damage roll:
1d50+25=56
0.56 x 44= 24.6 (rounded to 25)
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Sophie Lin, 2/9 hp

Sophie puts a palm to her face and shakes her head slowly. "I'll take care of the wires: that is, if you do not mind, officer." She begins to walk off to the closest unoccupied and least damaged car when she turns her head to the group and says, "Oh, and the name is Sophie, by the way."

While walking she mutters quietly, "(Mandarin) It's the end of the world and I'm still ripping off car radios..."
 

"No objection; it's not my place to ask right now. Let's assume you're an electrician." James allows himself a brief smile, then addresses the academic, "You say we need to be at least 200 KM away, and that's what, 150-160 miles? In 24 hours? Way I see it, we've got two options here: get a vehicle working and start moving fast, or find some kind of shelter from this fallout that's going to happen. Food, radio, and certainly weapons all take a back seat to this. What kind of structure would provide shelter against this kind of thing prof?
 

"Underground shelter protected with thick lead. Anyway, the radioactive depositions would remain for a long time; I hope you understand it's imperative to leave now, if we are to cover that distance. I agree on the vehicle, there must be some working transportation farther away from the blast epicenter." replies Francisco. He seems nervous, and eager to get the hell out of there.
 

Day 0, November 3rd, 2020, Approx. 11:35 AM (17:35 GMT)

With a little bit of fiddling, a couple spare bits of wire from his tool kit and about ten minutes of work, Xavier manages to get the battery operated CB radio working. He flicks it on to the familiar sound of static. Now to find a frequency with someone on the other end...
 

Kyle 3/9

Kyle looks stumped with all the technical chatter going on. You know, that looks painful. He finally says to the guy in dreadlocks who claims to be a cop, pointing to the burns he got from the fireball. It should be cleaned right away or it'll get worse. He drops his emergency pack to the ground and rummages for some desinfective and cotton. Oh right, I didn't have time for introductions. You can call me Kyle. I'm a... Well, guess I'm a doctor now. Technically I didn't get my degree yet, but that was a mere technicality anymore. Kyle is obviously nervous from the way he chatters idly.
 

"If we can find a car without much damage I can probably help get it running. I've been repairing tractors with my dad for years..."

Thoughts of his father bring tears to his eyes and it takes a moment before he goes on.

"And if you need anymore supplies doctor, er....mister, I've got a small first aid kit you can use. Now let's see what we can find out about whats going on with these bombs dropping."
 

Sgt. James Matthews; 5/32

"Doctor? Well there's a bit of luck for a change. Yes, much obliged, thanks; but see to these people first Doc," James says, motioning to the convenience store clerk and Sophie.

"A Doctor, a scientist and.... an expert electrician? Quite a group." Nodding towards the tall middle aged man James quips," What are you boss, Special Forces?"
When he notices the boy's tears, James rests a hand on his shoulder, looks at him, and his voice softens, "Make that two expert electricians."

Surveying the surrounding area, James begins looking for the least damaged, most rugged vehicles around (SUVs and Trucks). "Now let's get the hell out of here."

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Sophie Lin, 2/9 hp

James might see Sophie standing beside an abandoned Prius, her legs outside the car while she leans inside to work on the ignition.

[sblock=repair]I might as well try to get the car started and listen to the radio. The AM/FM bands are probably still blacked out, but it's better than sitting around.
Repair (hotwiring a car?) (1d20+4=5)
My streak of low rolls continues! Is attempting this again possible? (or taking 20, which I'll do if I can)[/url][/sblock]
 

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