[d20 Apocalypse] After the Blast IC

[airwalkrr]

Kyle darts into Eagle Foods against a mad rush of panicked shoppers and staff. By the time he makes it to the aisle with the bottled water he is too late. It is all gone. Every last bottle. There is soda pop (in both aluminum cans and plastic bottles) and juice however. He has better luck with the preserved foods, although a lot of the staples like rice, beans, pasta, and dried fruits are already gone. (One can is about 1 pound. Feel free to load up on as much as you can carry.)

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Because of Aziz's leg injury, he can only hobble (5 ft. speed). Sophie finds she is not strong enough to carry him (weight 210 pounds), but with her helping support him, they manage to move at half speed (15 ft.). However the fumes from the gasoline and ethanol are starting to get to them. (Roll Fortitude save against nausea.)

 

[Dekana]

Sophie Lin, 6/9 hp

Sophie finds herself gasping for air soon after leaving the store, the oxygen being displaced by gas fumes.

[sblock=fort save]Fort save (1d20+1=19)
Yay, I'm starting off to some good rolls.[/sblock]

 

[airwalkrr]

Day 0, November 3rd, 2020, Approx. 11:15 AM (17:15 GMT)

Sophie reaches the middle of the intersection with Aziz draped around her arm just as James comes hustling towards her. About that time, you notice out of the corner of your eye that a pool of fuel seems to have trickled across the street from the Mobil station. Instinctively, you duck for cover as a rogue spark flies southward. The fuel trail shoots towards the Mobil station in an instant causing a massive fireball.

*FOOM*

The heat overwhelms everyone still in the area.

[sblock=Dekana and Hob Marshmallowfoot]Roll a Reflex save against the heat wave. Remember to add your action point before you submit if you think it's too low.[/sblock]

The Mobil station is now on fire. The 7-Eleven and BP are certain to follow within minutes if not seconds.

 

[airwalkrr]

The fireball from the Mobil station is large enough to cause a stir among the crowd gathered at the shopping center. Kyle, Francisco and Xavier all hear the sound of the comparatively small explosion and those outside can even see it as fire and smoke billow into the air.

 

[Hob Marshmallowfoot]

Sgt. James Matthews; 9/32

Nauseated by the combined ethanol and petrol fumes, James gags and turns his head away from the spewing fuel...

[sblock=Fort save] I'll use an AP on this; seems important, what with the life or death situation we have going here. 1d20+6 = 9 + 1 = 10 I'm glad one of us is rolling well... [/sblock]

 

[Blackrat]

Better than nothing, Kyle shrugs and throws a few bottles of soda in the small bag he found. Then he gathers up some cans of food to keep him alive for a few days. The fireball snaps him up again and he realises the gas must have gone off as he expected. He walks back to the parking lot to take a look.

[sblock=OOC]I'll take enough to stay alive for approximately 3 days. So I guess that'd be around 10 lbs of food and drink, with a hope that I can find something else to drink too ...[/sblock]

 

[Dekana]

Sophie Lin, 6/9 hp

Sophie, normally quite agile, finds herself slowed down by her support Aziz.

[sblock=Reflex save]Reflex save (1d20+4=6)
So much for the good rolls. I'll save the action points; I don't think adding one would be enough to meet whatever the DC is.[/sblock]

 

[Voda Vosa]

Francisco took a moment to collect himself inside the mall. People were crazy around him, fighting for the few canned food left. He knew he could have taken a few provisions, but he had too much going on in his head. In the moment he was contemplating that, the gas station blew in a huge fireball. Shaken by the shock wave, the physicist barely stood up, to see if his calculations of the explosion were accurate. With half a smile he sat down again.
He looked at the man in hospital clothes filling a bag with all kind of food.
"You should take something to drink too, or all those things will stuck in your oesophagus." he chuckled. His pronunciation was even worst than he thought.

 

[Blackrat]

Better prepare yourself. Kyle answers to the Hispanic and throws a can for him. We're late for the party, but they had the right idea. He points to the nearly empty drinks department.

[Sblock=OOC]Btw Voda, Kyle is dressed casually in jeans and shirt. He left the scrubs to his locker in the hospital.[/sblock]

 

[Voda Vosa]

Francisco grabs the can and pockets it.
"Seguramente my friend, my name's Francisco, by the way. At least you don't have that crazy eyes the rest seems to have. If you don't mind we could stick together. We may have more chances."
He stands with the help of his cane, and walks heavily to the juices' shelf and loads as much as he cans. He takes his crossbow and bolts out of the case, and fills it with juice bottles. Then he assembles the weapon and hangs it around his chest. Supporting his weight on the cane, he walks back to Kyle. "Don't get me that face, it's just for competitions, but I won't throw it away to make room for the liquid."

OOC:My mistake!