[ENboards Boston Feng Shui Game] Six in the Chamber II: HONG KONG BLOODBATH -UPDATED!

[Mathew_Freeman]

Tallarn, who can be a bit slow off the mark sometimes, finally decides to get in on the act. He once again grabs his playing cards out of the coat pocket (confusing those who thought he'd put them somewhere else D) and rolls up and over his chair to land in the row behind. He crouches behind the chairs, weighing up his options...

 

[Dungannon]

Dungannon enters the theatre and takes in all the mayhem. He's just about to leave and wait for the movie to come out of dvd when he spots a familiar blob of darkness in the rafters. Dungannon takes out his grappling hook & cord, tosses it up near the ratman, and climbs up beside him. After tucking the cord & hook back into his satchel, he turns to Sniktch.

"Next time you ask me to meet you somewhere, remind me to wind my watch. Hey, got any more Sour Patch Kids?"

 

[Sniktch]

"No, but I have popcorn and beer."

Sniktch passes a madcap mushroom beer and the rest of his popcorn to Dungannon and goes back to watching the screen. He waves in annoyance at the theater below

"Almossst too noisssy to watch with sssilly man-thingsss fighting."

He watches the heated mass of cheese cascade down towards the usher and his eyes light up.

"Looksss like he could usse sssome cooling off."

The rat-man flicks his beer down the rafters with his tail and then upends it over the usher, sending a showering cascade of fermented fungus upon the man.

(Using an Action Die here )

 

[Conaill]

Seeing that the usher is slow to react now that he is coming under attack from all sides, Conaill grabs the Extra Extra Large Tub o' Popcorn out of SmashMothra87243's hands and chucks it at his opponent who has been coated with melted cheese and/or madcap mushroom beer, hoping to achieve the theatre version of "tarred and feathered".

(In case the usher has not yet been covered in any sticky substance by now, Conaill will instead grad the Super Big Bucketr o' Soda that a patron has left behind several days ago next to the little stage in front of the screen, and which has by now evaporated down to a thick siropy substance with some fuzzy stuff growing on top of it, and chuck that at the usher)

 

[Mathew_Freeman]

Feeling that this is all getting a bit too much for one poor usher to handle, Tallarn decides to even the odds a little.

Taking his cards in his hand, he fans them out and begins to throw them at lightning speed towards to horrendous mass of goop descending towards the usher's head. His intention is to form, for a single second, a small shield that will protect him and carry the goop across the room.

As he does this, he stands up, floppy hat on, and says "Time to stack the deck a little more fairly, gentlemen."

(using an action die to achieve this)

 

[Conaill]

Tallarn! Ah, so you show your true colors now, eh? I always knew we couldn't trust you. Prepare to DIE a horrible, gruesome DEATH with lots of EXPLOSIONS, incredible SPECIAL EFFECTS, mindboggling ACROBATICS, and uh... other STUFF, you traitor!

 

[Lela]

I'm not sure he needs the help Tallarn. Though Doc says he isn't cheating we never seem to get rolls over 14 when going after him.

 

[Horacio]

I'm not sure he needs the help Tallarn. Though Doc says he isn't cheating we never seem to get rolls over 14 when going after him.

OOC: If he is not cheateing, his character has the best stats I've seen in a long time...

 

[Dr Midnight]

Wow, a lot to get to here... that'll teach me to go and play D&D all day.

Sven reaches down to once again grab a seat, but, in his ire, musjudges what he's aiming at and grips a poor nameless lurker and heaves the tumbling mass of limbs across the theater...

(rolls 16)

The poor lurker crashes into the movie screen as the usher leaps up into the air, tucking into a rolling somersault dodge. He lands in the deadly Iron Shaolin position.

Conaill attacks with his telescope...

(rolls 18)

SMACK! The telescope extends into "Gigi's" face. Blood and a cracked lens fly.

Horacio makes ridiculous-yet-inspired melted cheese attack

(rolls 13)

Again, the usher backflips out of the way.

Tsunami tackles Lela

(rolls 13)

Lela is far too clever and Buffy-like for such an attack, and she spins, deflecting his arms as they grab for her.

Sniktch pours his beer down on the usher. The negative impact of this action ON the usher is as yet unclear, but he's using an action die, so what the hell....

(rolls 13... tsk... a lotta 13s going on)

The beer flies down in a glittering amber spray. NOOOOOOO! Some of it soaks the usher, who's far too busy to worry about airborne beerdrops.

Conaill does something incredibly cool.

(rolls 27... yes, 27)

He spins counter clockwise, kicking a stale, nasty drink out of its cupholder and grabbing a bucket o' popcorn from SmashMothra87243's sweaty hands. The mostly-evaporated, syrupy goo coats the usher in a fine sheen of once-carbonated adhesive. The popcorn then showers him, covering him, eventually making him look like one of those crazy bee-beard guys... with popcorn in place of bees, and the bees all over.

Tallarn...

(rolls 24)

has deflected several pieces of popcorn with a sprawling jump... protecting the usher's enraged face, which remains uncovered by concession products.

The usher furiously wipes away some of the popcorn... but he's still quite a mess. His face burns dark red. He glares at Conaill.

"Welcome to the dark side, Tallarn. You'll do well." He slaps a little name tag on: TALLARN, TRAINEE

"Let's do this, Conaill. Let's do this right."

His foot flashes upwards.

(spends action die, rolls 20)

He manages to just miss Conaill's face... but hits his target: the brooch. The golden clasp flies upward, taking the turban wrap with it. It heads to the rafters. The usher uses the momentum to do a forward backside flip, catching Conaill in the chin with his other toe. The golden clasp begins to wind around the ceiling fan, sixty feet above, pulling the wrapping up with it.

 

[Conaill]

OOC: A ceiling fan? A friggin ceing fan in a movie theatre?

Conaill grabs hold of his rapidly dwindling turban and lets the winding action of the ceiling fan caryy him up into the rafters. He slings himself up onto one of the black painted metal supports, which creaks ominously under his weight.

His eye falls on the industrial-strength loudspeaker hangin next to him, then on Guido's slightly balding pate directly beneath him. An idea begins to form.

Conaill disconnects the heavy horn loudspeaker, takes a few seconds to position it directly above his moving target far below him, and... drops it. Hoping to catch Gigi's head in the horn of the speaker.