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GM "Oh Ill stay up here! Not that I feel safe, exactly. Just less petrified with cold fear!" he explained, making sure he stayed quite under cover. In case of explosions. "But...I mean...is it safe?" he asked, searching for a hint of trouble. From the Scarab's point of view, it looked so. There were several Daka Weapons in the warehouse, and various accesories to said weapons, chargers, repair kits, and so on. But no explosive traps or, more likely, things that would explode. This was a corrupted Daka crystal there were dealing with, after all. And on that note, there was no actual Daka crystal, Just the weapons.... "Farouk, my cousin, will pay for this!....Ah...is he down there?" called the Doctor.

GM "Thou slippery nature is low and plebian! Though laughter is but a ducks water off back!" said the Irate Pirate, as he flickered and distorted. His code was degrading thanks to Replica's cyber attack. He actually winced in real pain. "Verily, I will rise to the regal nobility!" he declared, his faux-Shakespeak quotes become quite garbled and nonsense. "And I shall slay you until you die from death!" he added, more nonsensincal and garbled than ever. This time, he pulled out the most enormous flintlock pistol from...well....the mind boggled. It was from behind. The pistol must have been two or three feet long, and with a flash of cyber-smoke, it fired a digital cannon...

ok, lets have another cyber conflict! Cyber fight: 1d20+8 12! He aint doing well!

Even At this distance, its still a relatively minor explosion for Maybelle, A damage 2 area effect, so Reflex DC 12 and then Toughness 17 or 16 respectively. It is, however, lethal damage. Her force field will lamentably not be up, however! And given thats a bit mean and you did such excellent work with the cooking (great posts), this will combine to earn her an HP! Queenie - 2 HP - Unharmed Gossamer - 2HP - Unharmed

GM Figg tried all three. "Disguisting!" "Abomination!" "Filth...oh hell!" he tried to complete his trio of proclamations. But he couldn't help it. The food was that good. "Alright! Alright! I got to give it to ya, this is damn good!" he said, shovelling more food in his mouth. There really was no denying it. As good as his own meats had been, Maybelle had outshone him, and the crowd declared her the winner by applause. "I guess that makes you the best BBQ chef of Texas!" said Vernon Pepper, trying to ccream off the glory by osmosis. Figg just grunted, not best pleased, but quite aware the crown had fallen. WHOOOMPH!!!! There was a mighty pillar of fire and smoke that exploded from the grill he had left some of his food on. It must have been two dozen feet high. Screams and shrieks filled the air. THere were more than a couple of light burns from those nearby. Both Figg and Salt were thrown back from the erruption, and as Maybelle caught the tail end of it, she sore Figgs hair on fire... And nearby... Sam Pepper and Gossamer both saw and heard the explosion. In credit to Sam, she was reacting in an instant, picking up one of the fire extinguichers and a WEST scanner. "Come on! That's our call!" she said to Gossamer, a smile on her face as she anticipated some ACTION!

Ok the Irate Pirate takes a Cyber Injury! and Injury in real life, but elects - for now - to fight on. Post your IC!

Cyber conflict: 1d20+10 14 opposed Computers roll please (as per above!)

GM "What?!? Thou mocketh me with though laughter?" said the Pirate, drawing himself up to his full five feet (for, verily, he wath a cartoonish pirate) "I am vexed! I am insulted! I am irate!" he proclaimed. "And they do not call me the Irate Pirate for nothing! Yes! For I be champion of anarchy!" He flourished his rapied once more. "I will no more look past this than I would polish my backside with a French Jellyfish!" he declared. Quite what the French had to do with this was anybodies guess. Although he did present a faux-English accent. "En-Garde!" he demanded, and leapt forward. And here the pop culture crept in, for his rapier glowed a red colour and hummed as he swung it, like a sword of illumination. Or, Like a sabre. Made of light.

GM The Scarab was clearly a slippery customer. The two remaining thugs looked at each other, then at the Scarab, then at each other again. It seemed that a mutual understanding had hit them. When the going got tough, the not-so-tough got going. The two functionless Daka weapons dropped to the ground. And both of them turned away and ran out of the warehouse as fast as they could. From above, the Doctor clapped. "KICK ASSES!" he yelled, full of encouragement.

Snakebite "Simple!" she answered, hoping that it was indeed simple. She gave him an encouraging wink. "So YOU have TATES JOURNAL?" she asked him loudly. "The ONE WHERE HE WROTE DOWN mumble mumble mumble CONSPIRACY?" she asked him even more loudly. Shocked. "I CANT BELIEVE THAT mumble mumble WAS BEHIND IT! AND HE HAS mumble mumble AS EVIDENCE?" she added, quite emphatic now. "YOU HAVE TO SHOW ME...BUT NOT HERE! LETS GO OUTSIDE and mumble mumble mumble" she said, quite certain of her imaginary and non existant plan.

GM And so... But...here was a problem! For the biggest and finest and nearest source of chocolate was Mr. William Kerr's chocolate factory. In an industrial zone just north of Freedom City. "ME SMASH PLACE DOWN!" grumped Mr. Grump. But they were far away. A mile. And Mr. Grump, being over ten feet tall and green (and nearly - but thankfully not completely - naked) was rather a noticeable fellow. It was by guile an like they had even got this close. Roads, vehicles now. And people scooting from this plate to other pretending (and even occasionaly being) to busy at work. It was quite clear that one fellow outside the factory had just collected a bundle of sheets and was pacing around the building looking concerned and flustered, but in fact just getting some exercise and sending out the impression he was an asset to the business. But even a mile out, the smell of chocolate wafted on a zephyr up the nostril. "Yummy! This is going to be the tastiest adventure EVER!" said Pixie.

Diamondlight "If only..." sighed Diamondlight, whistfully. He was always rather sad when he thought about the sixties. Sad that he missed it. But hey, he could savour life now! So resolved, he brightened up "Sure thing, Beekeeper! Onwards and downwards, as they don't say!" he quipped. "I wouldn't mind a lift though, if you can carry me!" He kept his flashlight, of course. But getting flown down, on bee wings no less, was an opportunity he simply could not miss! "And I think there will be more than the sixties down there! And I'm not talking the fifties or seventies, either. The old Beekeeper might have left a few surprises in store protecting his cash!"

Good points, lets go with that?

Lets go fo rthat first? Can you post to that effect Spicy?

Curveball Curveball had big eyes with big pupils, a mutation that allowed her to see in perfect detail miles away, even at night. And they opened quite wide in surprise as he gazed into the blinding light. The white haze that followed was so intense it hurt. And she couldn't see a thing. She felt adrenaline turn to icy fear with the blindness. She felt sweat cling like a disease to her skin. She had no witty comeback, no words of defiance. Instead, she gathered a few shreds of reflexive thinking, dropped to the ground, and scuttled away, fumbling with her four hands, to crouch behind a podium...

Ref vs Dazzle: 1d20+10 13 makes her dazzled, I am presuming. She will use her moves this round to fumble around and take cover. Fort Recover Dazzle: 1d20+8 14 her fort recovery, so remains dazzled.

Ill give BIgg FIgg a +10 bonus here. Cooking: 1d20+10 19 Feel free to post your IC finishing touches and put Big Figg down as you see most fit! Thats a big enough win that its not a photo finish. Your BBQ wins!

GM "You got styles. But I got STYLE" replied Big Figg. But was a speck of doubt splintering over his confident exterior? Yes. Yes it was. Still, he could not back down right now. He cracked his knuckles and got to work. "I dont do North, South, East or West" he said, arrogantly. "I take a bit from everywhere. Hell, I'll even take a bit from Germany if it works. And that's saying something. You ever tasted German cooking?" he laughed, too various chortles from this person and that in the audience. "I got flavours that will explode on your tongue like a scud missile. And flow over your mouth like Cleapoatra's mile bath" he said, boast after boast. Vexatiously, they were not entirely without cause. Big Figg was not half the chef Maybelle was, but this was his speciality. What he lacked in breadth of skill, he made up for in depth. The contest had begun!

I am happy for you guys to suggest anywhere! (We dont want to play out a long list of false leads!) My suggestion is a chocolate factory or shop (? William Kerr's Choclatorium) in Freedom City Or The Annual Scouts of America Camping Trip in Wharton State Forest, with its annual Marshmellow toasting feast held this evening. You can think up anything you want. If you make a DC 15 Know (Business or Current Events depending on what you are thinking) Ill give you a little advantageous insight knowledge on the event / place.

Ad hoc Cyberfighting rules ! (If that is what you wish to do!) Every round: Opposed Computer Rolls Lose by 1: Successive -2 temporary on computer rolls as you get a cyber-injury Lose by 5: Cyber Injury AND you either take a real world injury or get ejected (your choice) Lose by 10: Cyber Injury AND you get a real world injury plus opponent learns something about you, or you get ejected (your choice) Lose by 15: Ejected and real world injury. Gain a flashy +2 or +5 bonus on your computer rolls if you think up some funky manuever to match your opponent. Limited only by your imaginatoin!

GM Diagnostic Check. Systems fully operational. Current Goal Parameters are changed from Initial Goal Parameters. Artificial Drive setting increased from Initial Drive Setting. Do you wish to reset to initial parameters, User? Asked the AI, quite blandly. "Nay!" came a response. From a white wall came a dandy gentleman. A pirate, dressed in purple and yellow, with an outrageously floppy hat three feet wide, and with a razor sharp rapier so thin it could barely be seen. His boots were as high as his pelvis, and came to a pointed end a foot away from his foot, studded at said point with a glistening diamond. "Hacker!" said the pirate, moset vexed. This was quite the statement, for the pirate was not part of the ICE system. This was the hacker who had hacked the AI initially. Bold indeed! For he was also in the system, and determined to fight it out with Replica!

Neither! It is done!

Diamondlight "I don't think a guess is needed" replied Diamondlight, pointing straight at the hole. "I'll give you three guesses where I just crawled up from!" he added, brightly, his suspicions confirmed. "Its like a time warp back to the sixties. Which is no bad thing, actually. More importantly, I think its where the Beekeeper...ah....the old bad one, not the awesome new one, of course....yes, where the old bad Beekeeper stashed his loot. He raided a bank back in the day, and nobody every recovered the stash" he explained. "Shall we go investigate?"

Snakebite "Thanks" smiled Cassie. That was useful. Not proof, of course. But she trusted the Barkeeps instincts. These guys were trouble. Trouble to whom, and trouble to what - well, that was as yet unknown. But trouble, nonetheless. She returned to Ritterton. "Keepy your eyes on me, and keep drinking. But not too much she started" her voice soft. "But we have company. They look like tourists. They aren't. They are spying on us. Barkeep thinks they might have something to do with a certain man dressed in white. Im pretty sure they kidnapped Tate..." she started. "So they have information. And Id like to beat it out of them....but not here" she explained.

GM No malfunction is detected. All systems operating as programmed. I do not understand the parameters of SELF AWARE I am aware of my function and my interface with external stimulus. My drive is to analyse and control traffic. My drive is to gridlock the city inflict maximum human casualties and disription. Estimated probability of success in next hour. 97.3%