Supercape

Thats fine, we can work with those results!

GM Aaron Treestock gave snort. "No, honey, I don't think so. Lets cut the $£"%" he said, more menacingly now. "You ain't here for the music. You ain't no dancer either. You came here to snoop" he said, bluntly. "Any other day, I would have put you down as an undercover cop or something" he explained. "But you had some real specific questions. ASTRO labs. The Glass. You got me pegged down for something, haven't you?" "Well you are welcome to your drink, and feel free to dance the night away, honey. But you ain't getting anything else" he said. He clinked his glass with hers, waiting for her to drink up.

Thats appaling! Great fun!

Could you throw me a bluff roll for that! (and if you do ever dance, a perform roll for dance thanks to your JoaT feat!) Gold Note is a canny fellow, but: Sense Motive: 1d20+9 13 he rolls poorly. Distracted by the music, I guess!

GM Any such plan might have to wait! Three of the little bots scuttle upwards, agile and nimble, jumping and swinging like monkeys through the hot metal bars. Then, twenty feet overheadm they struck at Lady Horus? How, if twenty feet overhead, you might ask? The answer would be a startling elongation of their limbs, two two dozen feet, spindly and strong. Meanwhile, the other two robots crawled up beside Wadjet, and with multiple limbs, they tried to knock her off her perch!

OK, so hopefully this is ok! 1 Scuttlebot down. 3 Scuttlebots will turn their attention to LH, crawling up the metal framework 20' to gain partial cover and then... Limbs extending to punch LH! Punches Lady Horus: 3#1d20+7 18 11 20 all missing! (Option: as extending their limbs is an unusual action, ill give you an HP to say to are flat footed and get two punches, DC 20 Toughness saves each) The other 2 bots will try and trip Wadjet, who is indeed flat footed: Attack Wadjet: 2#1d20+7 9 13, one of those hits: Opposed Trip Roll: 1d20+5 24 nasty! opposed with STR/DEX/Acrobatics. If fail, you are tripped off Barrelhouse. You can make a DC 20 Reflex Save to grab onto something just before hitting the molten metal, or DC 15 to grab on saving yourself but dropping the gun into the molten metal in the attempt. If you fail that, Damage 12 (DC 27) Tough heat effect (and feel free to add any Bedlamite flavoured burn scars for the future). If this happens, the Paintball Gun probably needs a tough save to (+14 bonus I think as Device 4). Again, feel free to add any suitable complicatoins to any of that for an HP (such as the Paintball gun being dropped into the molten metal, or the heat frying the suits commlink, or the paintball gun exploding its balls as it heats up in the molten metal)./

GM "Well I didn't understand half of what you said, but I think I understand what you said all the same" replied a Quizzical Pixie. "I guess you have some sort of plan up in your head, or at least, feel confident enough that you can make one up on the spot" she said with a smile. "But it sounds dangerous all the same. I guess the Puzzle Box isn't about being safe though. I'm not sure what it's about, but I'm pretty sure it isn't about being safe!" she said, with an odd peice of pride in her conclusion. "What are you going to do now?"

I know the feeling... I can manage non combat stuff when my brain is fuzzy but the combat stuff feels like sludge when Im tired no matter how well I know the rules. Ill sort out some half-baked handwave today to keep it going!

GM Pixie squirmed and the thought of organs squirming. Which was quite appropriate. Having your guts put through an arcane wrangler had left Alex fighting flatulence and gastointestinal overactivity for several hours. It was fortunate he did not have a cough at the same time. "Well what are you suggesting? Want me to take a sledgehammer to your pinkies?" she asked with a grisly cheeky grin. "Sounds like your mistress of bones has quite a few tricks up her sleeve. She knows her spells. You feel up to taking her on?"

Echohead "I have, I think, a place of interest" Echohead said to Scarab. "And from the sounds of it, I could use the company" he added. "A club, specialising in exotic transformations of...wait...." Echohead spied the horned man and took a step back. "Mamma! What the devil...I mean...literally, what the devil!" he gasped. Surely this was a lead, but right now his Mothers Catholic Terror Stories played an umerry tune in an umerry rythmn in his cranium....

So I think that is one Scuttlebot down - just checking though as I am not sure Taking 20 would be allowed whilst in combat?

GM "Yeah I'd been thinking about that" replied Pixie, putting on her thoughtful face. "Maybe because he has brittle bones?" she said. "I mean, pretty much everyone there, in the mosh pit, is pretty robust, right? Young, strong. Or at least, strong boned. Otherwise you wouldn't be getting into a mosh pit in the first place" she summised. "Yet Felix, well he always had those smashed up legs, right? Never stopped him from doing anything. Bold. Kinda cute" she said, going red. "I mean...sort of kind of cute. Ummm. Anyway, he's right by the centre of the smashed bones and the spell, or curse, or whatever it did, had no effect on him. Like it didn't think it was worth it..." "Either that, or he is hiding some big dark secret mystery!"

GM "Sure sure" sighed Penny, twitching her ears. "Not for regular company however. I get bored of pretending I am a Star Trek FAn who has had their ears surgically modified" she explained, a little sour at the thought. "Well I'm glasd Skulll got his justice anyway. Although I wonder what Broken Wishbone will do know...will they break up?" she sniggered, some coffee going up her nose and causing her to sneeze violently. She wiped her running nose on her long sleeved t shirt leaving an ungainly smear on the sleeve which seemed not to bother her. "Graveyard is it then? During the daytime? Doesn't sound very dramatic timing...."

GM Penny Coin (aka the Puzzle Pixie) entered, fresh faced, and threw (not literally) some donuts and a hot coffee at Alex. With that, she took of her hat. And there they were, two tapered ears just like a pixie, or elf. She did appear to have that fae blood. "Whaddya find out yesterday?" she asked. "I was up half the night poking at the puzzle box. And ended up getting locked in a very strange maze. And going to a very very strange place indeed...." she shuddered. "But that's the Puzzle Box playing tricks on me. I think that I can get further inside with a key. A key of bone...." she said. "And I think I know where it might be. The top of that woman's staff...."

Then we await Tiffs post to that effect! (And Frost streaming in mist form?)

GM And so, the next day, more early than a sleepy head would prefer... At this time of year the sun was well risen, even in the early morning, and warm sunlight streamed into the city and residences. It was hot but a cool breeze elegantly swam through the city. A beautiful day. And Pixie was banging on Alex's door. She held two strong aromatic coffees in each hand, and in her mouth she held a bag full of most delicious Megadonuts. The ones with Doublechoccy Choc-o-chocolate cream on the outside. "Wave upfff...Schlleepyhead!" she yelled through her mouth, her teeth still gripping the Megadonut bag.

Thats enough to detect an odd drugged aroma to the rum! If you wish to fudge that roll and drink the rum (say, for instance, as a complication due to poor olfactory robotic senses, or just being completely ignorant about what that should taste like), feel free to do so. In any case, of course, being a robot, that rum will have no effect!

GM Treestock gave a broad grin but nothing more - what type of grin was it? He painted it on his face in a deliberately ambigious manner. He gave a complicated clicking order to the Bartender, who nodded and brought up a special bottle of rum. "Top class, baby. Have some of this!" he said, as the Bartender poured a pungent glass of what appeared to be almost antique alcohol. It looked like it has been passed around a dozen pirates - perhaps artifice or deception in its appearance, but who knew? "So, you are a scientist? That's cool baby, real cool. But I'm guessing you didn't come here to dance, did you? In any sense of the word" he said, more seriously now, studying her. "Something got your interest, right? I wonder why you decided to poke your nose into this litlle corner of town?"

Could you throw me a notice roll?

GM "Graveyard? Graveyard? I didn't say Graveyard did I? I meant Graveyard, I mean Graveyard" he blabbered almost incoherently as Fax sped off. At the Precinct... "Let me go...mmmmf....assault....mmff police brutality!" complained Skulll as the pulled up. "We haven't even touched you yet" laughed one cop outside, his hnandcuffs eagerly awaiting...

GM "Aaaagh" screamed Marcus at the sight of Fax. He started playing air guitar...a quite absurd action until one recall3d his chainsaw guitar and his movements...an air guitar and an air chainsaw, making frantic chopping mimes at Fax. 'The Goddess of bones will never be betrayed!" He screamed defiantly. "She haunts the dead ground, grinds dead bones to dead dust, amongst heads of stone hahahaha!" He said, his body shaken into a spasm, his eyes full of mad devotion...

I don think you need to stunt it even? No minimum range on lo g range teleport AFAIk

GM "I see" answered Feedstock, cold and blunt."I think I need a drink...." He marched over to the bar and clicked his fingers at the barwoman who poured him, without asking, a vodka Martini. It was, Replica noted, quite correctly stirred, not shaken. "Can I get you one, miss......?" Asked Feedstock, waiting for her name. "Then you can tell me all about yourself. How come a beautiful woman like you ended up shut in a laboratory all day? What's your story?"

No joy! Just toasting Replica a bit with playing to her weaknesses as well as strengths! Treestock is dangerous in a different way to pure PL...!

GM And so.... It was a short bike ride back to the penthouse. And it was perfect toy timed, for as Fax pulled up he spotted Marcus Skulll, still holding his broken bleeding nose, scuttling out. He was wearing a hoodie and dark glasses but Fax, knowing his walk and his face...and recent history....could recognise nice him. He was making a run for it....