Medallions d20 Modern (Update Wednesday 09-20-06)
- Thread starter Old Drew Id
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The_Universe
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Yeah - an update would rock my socks off.
I first read some of this story a good while ago back when there was about half the number of pages and never posted what I thought because my comp crashed and I lost the address for this site and could not for the life of me remember it.
I finally found the site again a couple of days ago and re-read the whole thing and I just wanted to say that this has been one of the most entertaining things I have read on theh internet, or off the net, and wanted to say keep it up, and that you guys seem to really hava a lot of fun playing together, makes me wish I could play d20 modern, or even D & D but no one around here plays.
Any way, please update soon and keep them coming!!!!!!!!!!!
I finally found the site again a couple of days ago and re-read the whole thing and I just wanted to say that this has been one of the most entertaining things I have read on theh internet, or off the net, and wanted to say keep it up, and that you guys seem to really hava a lot of fun playing together, makes me wish I could play d20 modern, or even D & D but no one around here plays.
Any way, please update soon and keep them coming!!!!!!!!!!!
Bloosquig
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Oh no... I've finally gotten caught up with the story hour. Now I have NOTHING to live for! 
Well, maybe I can just check back every five minutes and see if theres an update? Yeah that could work. 
Great story, one of those games that keeps me up at night weeping that I was never in a game like it and probably never will be! congrats on the marriage and update when you can!
Well, maybe I can just check back every five minutes and see if theres an update? Yeah that could work. Great story, one of those games that keeps me up at night weeping that I was never in a game like it and probably never will be! congrats on the marriage and update when you can!
Well, at the worst, we could consider this to be liken to the work of Jonrog's Drunk Southern Girls With Guns.....
So, Old DrewId, when are you writing your first script?
lol.
Ah well, I'm one of the faithful, and will wait (mostly) patiently for updates....
Peterson
(er, this is not a disguised bump.....)
So, Old DrewId, when are you writing your first script?
lol.
Ah well, I'm one of the faithful, and will wait (mostly) patiently for updates....
Peterson
(er, this is not a disguised bump.....)
Old Drew Id
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Episode II - Session II: Willie's Bedroom
Episode II - Session II: Willie's Bedroom
Willie’s cell phone woke him from a restless dream, where he was hiding from someone in a hut on a darkened beach. As he opened one bloodshot eye, the dream mostly faded from his memory, leaving only a general mood of unease. He gazed past the phone on his nightstand, through the empty bottle of rum (when had he finished that?), and over the dirty ashtray to the clock in the corner. He sighed without moving.
The clock read 1:15, and from the sunlight in the window, that meant it was early afternoon. This was the result of his keen detective mind at work.
The phone kept ringing. He slid across the silk sheets (Seduction Secret #19, which he had learned recently from Carla) and put the phone to his ear. “Yeah?”
“Hey baby…”
Willie cracked a smile. Even on the telephone, women could hear the smile in your voice (Seduction Secret #4). “Lucille? Hey baby, I was just thinking about you.”
Lucille responded with a disbelieving “Mmm-Hmmm. Boy, don’t you be lying to me. You only be thinking ‘bout me when you gonna be calling me needing a favor or something.”
“Now baby you know that’s not true! You ain’t got be like that. I was just thinking about having you over here this weekend and maybe cooking dinner for you.”
Lucille responded with another disbelieving “Mmm-Hmmm. So when you left this message for me this morning, what was that? Like an appetizer? Leaving messages for me like I’m some kind of secretary? Wanting me to do background checks for you?”
“Now baby, it ain’t like that at all. Now you know I was working. A man’s got to work, baby. See I left a message for you like that cuz when I call you, I don’t want to talk about work with you, baby. I just want to hear your voice.”
Lucille responded with a third “Mmm-Hmmm”, but this one was more willing to believe what he was saying. Willie could hear the smile in her voice now.
“Now come on, baby. Don’t be like that. You know Willie’s here for you. Now, are we on for this weekend?”
Willie listened to the silence on the phone patiently while Lucille waited long enough to convince herself that she was playing hard-to-get. “Alright.”
“There you go baby. Now, is that why you was calling me? Or did you find out anything about that Clint Dawson dude? I mean, it’s fine if you didn’t find anything…”
“Now Willie, you think I would do you like that?”
Willie rolled over onto his back and looked up into the mirror on his ceiling (Seduction Secret #11). “No, baby, I just didn’t want you thinking I was just calling you for work favors is all. I respect you too much for that, baby.”
“Well I ran a check on him this morning for you.” Her voice was sweet now, and eager to please. He thought he could hear her blushing, so he decided to throw her a bone.
“You’re an angel, baby. A real angel… so you find anything good?”
Lucille answered eagerly. “Not really. He’s clean as far as I can see. No criminal record. Not even any speeding tickets. Has an address here in town but his driver’s license is still registered in Mississippi. And it has a work address here for him too.”
“Oh yeah? Where’s he work?”
“The address is here in town. It’s a company called RGI? I don’t know what that stands for, though.”
Willie sat up sharply in bed. “Clint Dawson works for RGI?”
“That’s what it says. Is that good?”
“Um…no, baby…I think that’s probably not a good thing.”
BEEP
“Shoot, Lucille, my other line is beeping in. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Huh? But what about this weekend? Are we still---”
Willie clicked over to the other line.
“Willie? Hey, this is K.C.”
Willie was already rolling out of bed and grabbing his pants. He had called K.C. this morning when he had gotten the news about the bus from Mississippi. K.C. was a fellow investigator that usually worked for a nickel-and-dime outfit over in Bessemer and occasionally did sideline work for Gerald. He was an aging barfly for the most part, but he had traded Willie a tip or two in the past. “What you got, man?”
“I got a sighting on that bus you was asking about.”
“I’m on my way…”
. . .
The street was lined with warehouses on both sides. Second Avenue had probably originally been designed for easy access to the freight being loaded on and off of the rails, but as the years passed, local freight had come to depend more on eighteen-wheelers than trains, and these warehouses were now mostly turned over to long-term storage or completely abandoned. There was no traffic on the street at all.
Taylor was riding shotgun in Willie’s car. Joe was driving, and Willie was hunkered down in the backseat with a camera, giving Joe directions.
“Now when we get up close, keep it slow, so I can get a look at the place. But not too slow. We don’t want to seem suspicious.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know. Drive casually.”
Taylor rolled his eyes as Joe slowed the car down to a casual speed. Up ahead, he spotted the bus. It was parked on the side of the street, near a line of warehouses. As they rode past, they could see a recessed parking area behind the bus. A police cruiser was parked there, with two cops opening up the trunk. Joe slowed the car down even further, risking detection so that they could get a lingering look.
The cops both pulled heavy cardboard boxes out of the car. One slammed the trunk closed, and they both struggled to carry their heavy loads into the nearby warehouse. Just before they were out of sight, Taylor managed to make out the logo on the side of one of the boxes: “Southeastern Meat Company”.
Joe cut down a side street several blocks away and turned the car around. As he backed the car up, he squinted at Taylor, “Did that seem weird to you?”
Taylor shrugged, “Na’ really. Back ‘ome, policemen make meat deliveries owl tha’ time.”
Joe furrowed his brow, “Really?”
Willie grunted from the backseat, “He’s being sarcastic, Joe.”
Joe shook his head, started to say something, and then changed his mind. As he turned the car fully around, he pulled it into a parking spot. “Okay, so if we are in agreement then on the ‘cops carrying boxes of meat is weird’ department, what does that mean, exactly?”
Willie pulled his shirt off in the backseat and fished a ragged, dirty jacket out of a paper bag. As he put on the jacket, he answered, “I have no idea. Could just be run-of-the-mill weird. Maybe their having a cop barbecue. But right next to the bus, yeah, that’s not something I like the look of.” Once he had the jacket on, Willie was now changing into some old sneakers. The toe of one of the sneakers had a large hole in it.
Taylor nodded at the new outfit, “An’ what ‘er ya’ doing there?”
Willie donned a grease-stained baseball cap as he answered, “I’m gonna go get a closer look at that bus. Y’all stay put. This could take a while.” As he spoke, he stepped out of the car and adjusted his disguise. With one hand he adjusted his radio in his waistband, while he used the other to pick up a bit of dirt and smear it down one cheek. He removed a half-empty bottle of rum from the jacket and took a sip, then leaned precariously on one heel and cocked his head to one side, slurring like a drunk, “How I look?”
Joe considered the disguise for a moment, then shook his head, “Take one of your feet halfway out of your shoe, and leave your fly undone.”
Willie adjusted again, and with Joe’s final approval, he staggered slowly around the corner.
. . .
Rather than walk straight over to the bus, Willie had staggered all over the street, checking out a dumpster and an alley as he worked his way towards the bus, and even stopping to relieve himself behind a streetlight.
Joe’s stomach growled. Taylor kept watch on Willie through a pair of binoculars, and tried to be patient. Joe tapped out a drumbeat on the steering wheel.
“I’m bored. Are you bored?”
Taylor brought the binoculars back down and nodded, “Aye”.
Another minute passed with a waiting-room silence. Taylor peered back through the binoculars again at Willie. He was standing in the middle of the street scratching himself. He was still two blocks away from the bus.
“Want to go to Arby’s?”
Taylor lowered the binoculars again and glanced back at Joe with a raised eyebrow, “Wha’ aboot Willa?”
Joe grinned, “We’ll bring him something back.”
Taylor pursed his lips, weighing the decision.
Joe continued, “It’s only, like…twelve blocks to the Arby’s. At the rate Willie’s going, it’s gonna take him like ten minutes to even get the bus, so we can be back before he’s done.”
Taylor grimaced. He was half-convinced.
“Cooper ought to be here in a few minutes anyway, right?”
Taylor hefted the binoculars in his hand, back and forth, weighing them like he was weighing the decision. He set the binoculars down on the dashboard and picked up the walkie-talkie that Willie had left them. Finally, he nodded. “Willa does ‘ave ‘is radio, aye? ‘E could give us a ring if ‘e needs us?”
Joe had the car started before Taylor had even finished, and they cruised south towards some roast beef refreshment.
For once, Joe drove slowly, so they were only about nine blocks away when the radio crackled into life with Willie’s voice screaming for help.
Episode II - Session II: Willie's Bedroom
Willie’s cell phone woke him from a restless dream, where he was hiding from someone in a hut on a darkened beach. As he opened one bloodshot eye, the dream mostly faded from his memory, leaving only a general mood of unease. He gazed past the phone on his nightstand, through the empty bottle of rum (when had he finished that?), and over the dirty ashtray to the clock in the corner. He sighed without moving.
The clock read 1:15, and from the sunlight in the window, that meant it was early afternoon. This was the result of his keen detective mind at work.
The phone kept ringing. He slid across the silk sheets (Seduction Secret #19, which he had learned recently from Carla) and put the phone to his ear. “Yeah?”
“Hey baby…”
Willie cracked a smile. Even on the telephone, women could hear the smile in your voice (Seduction Secret #4). “Lucille? Hey baby, I was just thinking about you.”
Lucille responded with a disbelieving “Mmm-Hmmm. Boy, don’t you be lying to me. You only be thinking ‘bout me when you gonna be calling me needing a favor or something.”
“Now baby you know that’s not true! You ain’t got be like that. I was just thinking about having you over here this weekend and maybe cooking dinner for you.”
Lucille responded with another disbelieving “Mmm-Hmmm. So when you left this message for me this morning, what was that? Like an appetizer? Leaving messages for me like I’m some kind of secretary? Wanting me to do background checks for you?”
“Now baby, it ain’t like that at all. Now you know I was working. A man’s got to work, baby. See I left a message for you like that cuz when I call you, I don’t want to talk about work with you, baby. I just want to hear your voice.”
Lucille responded with a third “Mmm-Hmmm”, but this one was more willing to believe what he was saying. Willie could hear the smile in her voice now.
“Now come on, baby. Don’t be like that. You know Willie’s here for you. Now, are we on for this weekend?”
Willie listened to the silence on the phone patiently while Lucille waited long enough to convince herself that she was playing hard-to-get. “Alright.”
“There you go baby. Now, is that why you was calling me? Or did you find out anything about that Clint Dawson dude? I mean, it’s fine if you didn’t find anything…”
“Now Willie, you think I would do you like that?”
Willie rolled over onto his back and looked up into the mirror on his ceiling (Seduction Secret #11). “No, baby, I just didn’t want you thinking I was just calling you for work favors is all. I respect you too much for that, baby.”
“Well I ran a check on him this morning for you.” Her voice was sweet now, and eager to please. He thought he could hear her blushing, so he decided to throw her a bone.
“You’re an angel, baby. A real angel… so you find anything good?”
Lucille answered eagerly. “Not really. He’s clean as far as I can see. No criminal record. Not even any speeding tickets. Has an address here in town but his driver’s license is still registered in Mississippi. And it has a work address here for him too.”
“Oh yeah? Where’s he work?”
“The address is here in town. It’s a company called RGI? I don’t know what that stands for, though.”
Willie sat up sharply in bed. “Clint Dawson works for RGI?”
“That’s what it says. Is that good?”
“Um…no, baby…I think that’s probably not a good thing.”
BEEP
“Shoot, Lucille, my other line is beeping in. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Huh? But what about this weekend? Are we still---”
Willie clicked over to the other line.
“Willie? Hey, this is K.C.”
Willie was already rolling out of bed and grabbing his pants. He had called K.C. this morning when he had gotten the news about the bus from Mississippi. K.C. was a fellow investigator that usually worked for a nickel-and-dime outfit over in Bessemer and occasionally did sideline work for Gerald. He was an aging barfly for the most part, but he had traded Willie a tip or two in the past. “What you got, man?”
“I got a sighting on that bus you was asking about.”
“I’m on my way…”
. . .
The street was lined with warehouses on both sides. Second Avenue had probably originally been designed for easy access to the freight being loaded on and off of the rails, but as the years passed, local freight had come to depend more on eighteen-wheelers than trains, and these warehouses were now mostly turned over to long-term storage or completely abandoned. There was no traffic on the street at all.
Taylor was riding shotgun in Willie’s car. Joe was driving, and Willie was hunkered down in the backseat with a camera, giving Joe directions.
“Now when we get up close, keep it slow, so I can get a look at the place. But not too slow. We don’t want to seem suspicious.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know. Drive casually.”
Taylor rolled his eyes as Joe slowed the car down to a casual speed. Up ahead, he spotted the bus. It was parked on the side of the street, near a line of warehouses. As they rode past, they could see a recessed parking area behind the bus. A police cruiser was parked there, with two cops opening up the trunk. Joe slowed the car down even further, risking detection so that they could get a lingering look.
The cops both pulled heavy cardboard boxes out of the car. One slammed the trunk closed, and they both struggled to carry their heavy loads into the nearby warehouse. Just before they were out of sight, Taylor managed to make out the logo on the side of one of the boxes: “Southeastern Meat Company”.
Joe cut down a side street several blocks away and turned the car around. As he backed the car up, he squinted at Taylor, “Did that seem weird to you?”
Taylor shrugged, “Na’ really. Back ‘ome, policemen make meat deliveries owl tha’ time.”
Joe furrowed his brow, “Really?”
Willie grunted from the backseat, “He’s being sarcastic, Joe.”
Joe shook his head, started to say something, and then changed his mind. As he turned the car fully around, he pulled it into a parking spot. “Okay, so if we are in agreement then on the ‘cops carrying boxes of meat is weird’ department, what does that mean, exactly?”
Willie pulled his shirt off in the backseat and fished a ragged, dirty jacket out of a paper bag. As he put on the jacket, he answered, “I have no idea. Could just be run-of-the-mill weird. Maybe their having a cop barbecue. But right next to the bus, yeah, that’s not something I like the look of.” Once he had the jacket on, Willie was now changing into some old sneakers. The toe of one of the sneakers had a large hole in it.
Taylor nodded at the new outfit, “An’ what ‘er ya’ doing there?”
Willie donned a grease-stained baseball cap as he answered, “I’m gonna go get a closer look at that bus. Y’all stay put. This could take a while.” As he spoke, he stepped out of the car and adjusted his disguise. With one hand he adjusted his radio in his waistband, while he used the other to pick up a bit of dirt and smear it down one cheek. He removed a half-empty bottle of rum from the jacket and took a sip, then leaned precariously on one heel and cocked his head to one side, slurring like a drunk, “How I look?”
Joe considered the disguise for a moment, then shook his head, “Take one of your feet halfway out of your shoe, and leave your fly undone.”
Willie adjusted again, and with Joe’s final approval, he staggered slowly around the corner.
. . .
Rather than walk straight over to the bus, Willie had staggered all over the street, checking out a dumpster and an alley as he worked his way towards the bus, and even stopping to relieve himself behind a streetlight.
Joe’s stomach growled. Taylor kept watch on Willie through a pair of binoculars, and tried to be patient. Joe tapped out a drumbeat on the steering wheel.
“I’m bored. Are you bored?”
Taylor brought the binoculars back down and nodded, “Aye”.
Another minute passed with a waiting-room silence. Taylor peered back through the binoculars again at Willie. He was standing in the middle of the street scratching himself. He was still two blocks away from the bus.
“Want to go to Arby’s?”
Taylor lowered the binoculars again and glanced back at Joe with a raised eyebrow, “Wha’ aboot Willa?”
Joe grinned, “We’ll bring him something back.”
Taylor pursed his lips, weighing the decision.
Joe continued, “It’s only, like…twelve blocks to the Arby’s. At the rate Willie’s going, it’s gonna take him like ten minutes to even get the bus, so we can be back before he’s done.”
Taylor grimaced. He was half-convinced.
“Cooper ought to be here in a few minutes anyway, right?”
Taylor hefted the binoculars in his hand, back and forth, weighing them like he was weighing the decision. He set the binoculars down on the dashboard and picked up the walkie-talkie that Willie had left them. Finally, he nodded. “Willa does ‘ave ‘is radio, aye? ‘E could give us a ring if ‘e needs us?”
Joe had the car started before Taylor had even finished, and they cruised south towards some roast beef refreshment.
For once, Joe drove slowly, so they were only about nine blocks away when the radio crackled into life with Willie’s voice screaming for help.
Captain Claymore
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Hip hip Whooooray! That's all, just a cheer for the resumption of things.
The whole fast food thing totally sounds like something my players would have pulled.![:]](http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/devious.png "Devious :]")
The whole fast food thing totally sounds like something my players would have pulled.
ledded
Herder of monkies
Old Drew Id said:
Yes, oh yes. The first occurrance in what becomes a long line of incidents involving Willie getting the crap kicked out of him for assuming someone had his back
. <heavy sigh>However, stay tuned for the next part, because this is just starting to get good; there are events coming in the near future which pretty much set the tone for our entire campaign, and it aint one of those cheery-fancy-dancy-cell phone ring tones either. And Joe soon makes up for his priority-shifting in spades, in ways that still make me shudder with revulsion and fear...
But anyway, everyone give three cheers for unexpected update goodness.... hip-hip HOORAY...
YES!
First off, good to see you're back, even if it's for a brief moment, Old DrewID.
That being said, what a great update!
A slew of brilliant flavoring - Seduction Secrets, Star Wars quotes, Fast Food Runs, etc.
A well-crafted cliffhanger.
Man, that just made my day....
Peterson
Edit: Hip Hip HOORAY!
First off, good to see you're back, even if it's for a brief moment, Old DrewID.
That being said, what a great update!
A slew of brilliant flavoring - Seduction Secrets, Star Wars quotes, Fast Food Runs, etc.
A well-crafted cliffhanger.
Man, that just made my day....
Peterson
Edit: Hip Hip HOORAY!
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