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 You know, watching the sun set over the Big Apple’s always been a favorite of mine. It’s a peaceful time, when twilight dims the sky above, and you can grab your sweetheart close and remember all the precious moments in your life. Everything you know is a lie. The boogeyman is real. JFK shot himself. The US Congress is a single trans-dimensional being that digests by holding hearings. The Blair Witch Project isn’t a film, it’s evidence. Blackbeard's beard was actually auburn. The Jersey Devil has a social security number. The US flag is missing seven stars. Rodney King was not the reason for the LA Riots. Homer James Jigme Gere is the next Dalai Lama. Elvis is dead. One month ago. Car wash in Brooklyn, owner laying face down in a puddle of his own piss and blood. Coroner says his heart’s been removed, but there’s no marks on the body. The only way it could’ve been done, he says, is if someone shoved their arm down the bastard’s throat and ripped his heart clean out. Three weeks ago. Reports in Oregon started coming in of someone - something - walking the streets at night. They describe it as a tall, black shadow, with limbs like ropes and two glittering eyes, running its hands over objects and plucking up plants in a sort of mystified wonder. Whenever the figure is approached, it vanishes, leaving its own curious destruction behind it. Two weeks ago. Wolves are heard howling in the suburbs of Sacramento. When people investigate, all the find are empty jars filled with black sand and hawk feathers. One week ago. Jersey cops find a man hung himself in his kitchen, with a burlap sack over his head and his clothes stuffed with straw. They found a screenplay on the table marked “King.” You won’t hear about these on TV or in the paper. You won’t see them on the internet, short of crackpot blogs and sites about greys coming to shove a probe up your rear end. We have people that keep it this way. This is where you come in. We need someone to investigate the creepy, the crawly, and the things that go bump in the night before turning someone’s dog into a festive table lamp. We need someone to keep those things from mulching people in Grand Central. You are not our best minds. Hell, you’re probably not our half best either. They’re busy with things like Syria and Cuba. You’re the people we send in when we want to keep keep things so off the radar, we’re lucky we even know about it. You’re the ones sent in to find serial killers who always seem to disappear down dead ends, figure out why the fish in Lake Champlain are talking, or why there’s a gaping hole in the side of a Camden project but no meth lab explosion. You’re Morts. Welcome to your new job at Tri-State Investigations, one of the many bullshit names you’ll go by now. And no, you don’t get a pension. You won’t live long enough to see it. --- Welcome to Off the Record, an Unknown Armies 2nd Edition Play by Post campaign about things that go bump in the night, and the people who bump back. We’re looking for six players to take on the roles of investigators and dispossessed individuals who are trying to desperately cover up the nature of the horrors that hide amongst us. Posts will be made every other day, so please make sure you can go along with this schedule. Campaign details: Welcome to Tri-State Investigations, a front for... Well, not even you know exactly. You've been pulled from the world-wide populace on account of your skills, penchant for the strange, and the fact that you understand enough English that the higher ups don't have to waste ink on translation. You'll be investigating cases the boys upstairs have deemed publicly sensitive, too weird for the regular police, or just too drat dangerous to send in someone who actually gets a uniform and a pension. This is a Street Level campaign (so you have 220 points to make your character). As such, your characters most likely have little to no knowledge of magick, and no way to use what little they know. As such, they’re pretty unprepared for what lies out there. You can get a sneak preview of the first two chapter for UA here. They’re all you need to create a character for Street. Inspiration/mood: A bit of Grimm, a bit of X-files, and a big helping of SCP. Things might be a bit silly at times, but more often than not, it’s tense and horrible. For every “ghost” that turns out to be a cat with a bad cough, there’s a woman with lead nails through her retinas who can tell you your future in an alternate Universe. The two hands of fate: In a departure from many PbP campaigns here on SA, this one has a very special feature. Off the Record is being run by two GMs. I’ve teamed up with my good friend and fellow forums member The Deleter to create and manage this game, allowing us to keep going with our other priorities, while still getting to run something we’re both hyped for. For a game about the madness that the Natural and Unnatural can cause, we found Unknown Armies to be the perfect fit to have two similar but different minds come together and hopefully provide an awesome experience for all you folks. (Note: While we both have experience in tabletops and GM/play in multiple games regularly, neither of us have done Unknown Armies. If you find that something feels off in our posts, or isn’t clear, please say so! Our job is to make sure everyone’s having fun.) saberwulf fucked around with this message at Mar 10, 2013 around 22:02 |
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Hello! It's The Deleter, your Other GM. How this Double Gm nonsense is going to work is that we basically fill in for each other - we might post alternatively, or we might make strings of posts and reponses. The idea behind this setup is that we can give time and effort to this, but not so much that it takes too much time from our schedule. We'll confer behind the scenes to make sure things go smoothly and nothing gets lost in translation. Good luck, and have fun!
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Updated campaign details to make it a bit clearer.
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I love UA, so I'm in. I'll have a character by the end of today. I made a Dipsomancer Kennedy Congressman for another UA forum game, but I assume he's too high powered. Can we have Avatar skills, even if our characters don't know what they do yet?
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Count Chocula posted:I love UA, so I'm in. I'll have a character by the end of today. I made a Dipsomancer Kennedy Congressman for another UA forum game, but I assume he's too high powered. Yes you can! It fits in with the general theme of the game pretty well so we don't see why not.
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Stats to follow! Leslie Brown Tattooed across her back, in high gothic text; "There is no one righteous; Not even one." Always dressed in an immaculate cream business suit, her tan skin fading into identically tanned spiky hair, Leslie is a smirking silhouette in white. Every morning she showers in her RV, gels back her hair, straps on her .38 Special, and bottles back her incandescent rage with a shot of gin. quote:All the grownups were fussing in hushed voices around the tv in the trailer, where some Bad Man was shouting and waving a gun at little frightened strangers. "Save 'em, Lord," her mother wailed. "Do it!" shouted her brothers. "Cap him," snarled her father. Her masculine features and rough voice put her somewhere between the gender lines, and the right outfit lets her pass as either. She spends good money keeping her skin and hair the identical shade of milky blonde. Perps find the look unsettling and she likes that. She may have boxed up all her old torn jackets, her spikes and belts, but punk is a state of mind, not a look. Her mother was a drunk, and her father a marine. When a shrapnel fragment ended his career, and the cowards in congress cheated him out of his pension, the family were forced out of their nice townhouse and squeezed into a grungy trailer park at the edge of town. School was a barrage of insult and shame. They couldn't afford good clothes, and her mother wasn't much of a seamstress. Her brothers abandoned her for football and military service, and she weaponized her shame, lashing out at anyone who offered her pity, insult, or just looked at her in a way she didn't care for. It wasn't long before her father kicked her out. By 15, she was a chainsmoker with a string of discarded suitors, rolling with a gang calling themselves the Trash Dogs. When she found out that her closest friend Shayona Trent was getting beat regular by her college boyfriend, she put her pocketknife in his eye. But when the cops came, Shayona ratted on her, and chose her newly one-eyed lover over her. She good-behavioured out of juvie at 18, begged an apprenticeship with a PI called Rich Stoeger, and dropped him like a bad cold the instant she had her own license. Now she trusts only her patched together camera, the six rounds in her gun, and the certainty in her heart that in an uncaring world, it's up to her to mete justice. TLDR: A jaded former idealist, looking for something to believe in. She'd be a wild-west gunslinger if she could. Leslie Brown - Female Street level Mundane Obsession When everyone is equal, there will be justice. Until then, I will deal it. Personality Quick to anger and quick to judge, Leslie is on a crusade to save the world from every shitbag who would take advantage of the trusting. Summary The judgement of fire; the truth found in pain; trust must be bought with blood. Passions Fear: That all her grit is just talk. She's not sure if she'll die for her beliefs. Rage: Assholes with a badge. Cops are all thugs, and the military no better. Only anarchists can be moral. Nobility: People who're willing to sacrifice themselves for Pyrrhic victories. Skills 50 Body "Tough enough" 30 Run 'em down (General Athletics) 40 Ruin a body (Struggle) 10 Uncanny appearance 70 Speed "Lightning fast" 15 Dodge 15 Driving 35 Initiative 40 Firearms 30 "Reformed" Thief 60 Mind "Sharp" 15 General Education 30 Notice 15 Conceal 45 Private Investigator* 15 Dirt on the cops 40 Soul "Abrasive at best" 25 Charm 30 Lying 15 Disguise Madness Violence Hardened:2 Failed:1 The Unnatural Hardened:0 Failed:0 Helplessness Hardened:0 Failed:1 Isolation Hardened:0 Failed:1 Self Hardened:1 Failed:1 Squidster fucked around with this message at Mar 13, 2013 around 03:39 |
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Virginia "Gina" Valle "You know, I stopped at this tiny little diner outside Middleburgh on the way here, I think it was called Beth's Place, and they had just the most wonderful slice of blueberry pie. You should really try it if you're ever going that way." When Gina was seven years old, her cat Rufus was murdered, cut open with a pocketknife and left in the woods out behind her house. He'd been missing a couple of days, and was long dead when she found him, smelling of death and rot. Some animal had eaten his leg, and a few other parts, but the cut along his belly had been clearly from a knife. She'd crouched there, covering her nose and mouth like she'd seen in movies, poking carefully with a stick. Taking it in. Her father said she was being silly. That obviously it had gotten attacked by a fox, or a wolf or similar. See the leg, the neck, how it had been eaten? How can you even tell? Go to your room. Stop crying. Darla Clifton had been giving her the eye. Darla always did, she was a bully, stuffing worms in Gina's backpack, teasing her on the playground, being all around mean. Gina frowned, and skirted, watching Darla from a distance, plotting. She found the pocketknife, still stained with a hint of blood around the hinge, a month later, lying in a pouch in Darla's bag. Nothing came of it. Gina didn't tell anyone, tried to think of a good time to make a move, sometimes even fantasized about simply taking some kind of revenge, but never did. Darla's smirks and "friendly" pranks continued. Gina moved a year later with her family, in the middle of summer, not having seen Darla since the last spring during class. Sometimes they get away from you. That's just how it goes. When she was nineteen, she spent two nights trapped in an old abandoned farmhouse in the middle of New Hampshire. She doesn't remember much about what happened or why she was there, just that she woke up on the morning of the third day in some field, with blood on her hands, torn clothes, and a piercing headache. And that she missed the middle of finals week, which was a hoot and a half. When she was twenty-four, in Quantico, she dreamed she shot a man dead in an exercise, accidentally. At least, that's the only sensible explanation, since he was alive the next day. In the dream, he was standing there in front of a target as she turned. Staring at her, smiling, and she couldn't stop from shooting him. Everyone had been so mad, and she'd been sure that was it, that she was done. She fell asleep in a holding cell, sobbing. Then she woke up in her regular bunk. She'd lost a day. When Special Agent Valle was twenty-six, she participated in the investigation and eventual cover-up of a massive string of cultist murders. She was noted as having a fairly clear head and being remarkably pleasant under the circumstances, though persistent in her questions about what exactly "TSI" was. Her partner at the time got killed being a panicky idiot (not her words). She got by mostly on being primed for some "gruesome" murders, and, perhaps, having a worldview where superhuman murderous cultists weren't completely impossible, just highly unusual. The cover-up part was a bit harder for her to swallow, but she did all the same, believing it was probably for the best. Her immediate superior told her to go along with it, which was basically enough. She got snapped up by TSI a few months later. Now, well, seems like an alright job. Mostly. Little strange, of course, but that's sort of the point, right? Dealing with strange stuff, keeping it quiet. It's for the best. This stuff would stay quiet even without them, that's how it works, they just... keep it a little more quiet, around the edges. Have fewer people get hurt. Virginia "Gina" Valle, former Special Agent Obsession: Normalcy, Manners and White Lies Personality: Dale Cooper from Twin Peaks Passions Fear: (Self) Dissociation, no longer being "me" Rage: Bullies, minor petty sadism Noble: Common People, preserving everyday life Body: 40, "Well I did manage to pass the PFT." Chase 40 Subdue 30 Speed: 45, "I normally don't need to shoot this thing." Driving 15 Duck 35 Guns 25 Initiative 15 Mind: 65, "Yeah, I went to Harvard." Coverup 35 Investigate 40 Law School 40 Soul: 70, "So how long have you been seeing her?" Charm 35 Empathy* 55 Obfuscate 20 Madness Violence (Hard 1) The Unnatural (Hard 2, Fail 1) Helplessness Isolation Self (Fail 2) I've got this sort of pointed towards a modified personamancer (a "faciemancer"), obsessed with the everyday masks/lies we constantly use. If that makes sense. zachol fucked around with this message at Mar 11, 2013 around 11:20 |
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I also updated the ol' UA Character Generator with a convenient SA forum exporter. Once you've put in your character, just click the disk button on the right, and copy the formatted textarea. Hope that helps!
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Posting to indicate interest and reserve a space for the app and all that fun stuff.
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 Alasdair Marcus "Sky Saxon died the same night as Michael Jackson. Darby Crash ODed the morning John Lennon was shot by Stephen King. Everyone remembers Heath Ledger but nobody knows about the 3 other deaths on the set." You've probably seen Alasdair Marcus if you've been to New York. He's the guy driving around in the van with 'Stephen King killed John Lennon' written on the side, the one arrested every few years for going through Bob Dylan's garbage. You might have seen his website on how Lady Gaga is an illuminati puppet or are one of the 500,000 subscribers to his YouTube channel. They doubled when he predicted the death of a local rapper and tripled when he did the same with Jay Reatard. TSI recruited Alasdair Marcus after that. Either he had power or other people thought he did, and either way Alasdair could be valuable. He sees connections others don't and he's a good link to the occult overground, the chemtrail nuts and Biggoot hunters who occasionally turned up something useful. And having a known crazy made certain things easier: if he ever got caught on TSI business he'd just be dismissed as his usual crazy self. So for now, Alasdair Marcus drives through the streets, sleeping each night near to the Dakota Hotel. Alasdair Marcus - Male Street level Mundane Obsession To track down anonymous or less-known people who died on the same day as famous people. Personality Driven and obsessed with connections. Passions Fear: Violence: Being shot in the head. Alasdair has studied the Zapruder film and Kurt Cobain autopsy photos, and he knows what a bullet can do to a man's skull. Rage: Tourists. They come into his city and think they know anything and gawk at him like he's some kind of freak. Nobility: His fans. Alasdair has cultivated a network of like-minded outsiders online, and he'll do anything to help them out. Skills 40 Body "Doughy" 20 Walk the city (General athletics) (General Athletics) 30 Fight dirty (Struggle) 20 Sleep rough 50 Speed "Squirrley" 25 Dodge Cops (Dodge) 30 Man With A Van (Drive) (Driving) 25 Initiative 25 Gun Nut 70 Mind "Savant" 15 General Education 40 Garbology (Notice) (Notice) 15 Conceal 60 Pop culture history/win dead pools* 60 Soul " Nut" 40 YouTube star (Charm) (Charm) 30 Act harmless (lying) (Lying) 20 Hunch or unknown skill Madness Violence Hardened:1 Failed:1 The Unnatural Hardened:0 Failed:0 Helplessness Hardened:1 Failed:0 Isolation Hardened:0 Failed:1 Self Hardened:0 Failed:0 Numbers to come. Can I take a Hunch, or a Soul skill that can turn into Cliomancy? Count Chocula fucked around with this message at Mar 11, 2013 around 22:02 |
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I am so up for this. I've been wanting to play in a UU game for just about forever.
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Wow, I didn't expect so many applications so fast!  Because of this, recruiting will close on Saturday at 1-1:30 PM EST. Please PM me (The Deleter doesn't have PMs) if you need more time to throw in an app.Count Chocula posted:Numbers to come. Can I take a Hunch, or a Soul skill that can turn into Cliomancy? I convened with The Deleter, and an eventual slide into Cliomancy sounds fine to us. Granted, that's also no doubt a slide into bugfuck insanity. Can't exactly get to historical sites if you're locked in four-points. saberwulf fucked around with this message at Mar 12, 2013 around 00:16 |
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If there's too much mechanical overlap between Leslie and Gina, ( who are so gonna totally hate each other ) I might retool Leslie to be more of a breaking and entering style PI, with less duplication of evidence-hunting abilities. Alternately, I could spin up an alternate character this evening.
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I really like the background you have, so maybe retooling if you think there's overlap? I could see a nice good cop/bad cop kind of deal between Gina and Leslie with that.
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Squidster posted:If there's too much mechanical overlap between Leslie and Gina, ( who are so gonna totally hate each other ) I might retool Leslie to be more of a breaking and entering style PI, with less duplication of evidence-hunting abilities. Alternately, I could spin up an alternate character this evening. I was going to have Alasdair's main skill be Garbology, which is evidence gathering by hunting through trash and some basic breaking & entering. I could move away from his real-world inspiration and make him a gun nut or a social engineer or whatever else is needed.
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Steven Miller Steven Miller was just 5 years old when he learned to hate his father. A drunken high school drop out who had gone on to join the military only to be dishonorably discharged, his father vented his rage on those around him and blamed them for his failures. He tried to manage every aspect of Steven's life and live through him. If Steven did something he didn't like or didn't follow his every command, he was put in the closet. The closet was Steven's greatest fear. In the closet, when the door closed and the light was gone, he would feel that someone was there with him. Watching. Waiting. When Steven couldn't take it any more he'd kick and scream until he was let out, even though that meant a beating. One day when in the closet, his father left the house. There was no one to let him out. He felt the presence grow closer, and closer, until he was sure it was right behind him. Then he blacked out. When he woke up his father was opening the door and he had a puffy triangle scar on his right palm. Sometimes it felt warm. When he turned 18 he joined the military. The recruiter smiled and shook his hand after he signed up, then said "You don't have to worry about him anymore." When he got home his father was dead from a heart attack. Steven didn't care. In boot camp he found he still had do whatever he was told, without question. Luckily he was already good at that and his instructors took note. He was set for advanced training but was told on the day he would of set out that his paperwork was lost. In silent resenment he went through the rest of training. On the day he was shipped out to his unit, looking back, he saw the recruiter in the distance smiling. Corporal Steven Miller 24 and with his unit out on patrol. They had been told to expect resistance on this one, but so far they had seen nothing. When they stopped to assist some local forces with their stalled truck, a strangely dressed man appeared. Ignoring their orders to halt or be shot, he calmy strode up and said in a disturbingly deep voice, "Kill yourself". And they did. Steven felt the same compulsion as the others, but watching his CO eat his own bullet filled him rage, rage at being told what to do once again, and he snapped. The strange had a most confused look on his face when Steven shot him. Afterwards during a grueling debriefing session, some suits came in, burned his written report in front of him, and had him sign a prepared one. They had him discharged and sent to a "local office" back home for new work. Steven Miller - Male Street level Mundane Obsession Following own morals, Inspire others to stand up for themselves, End abuse Personality Never Again Summary Suffers from past abuse but learning to stand up for himself and follow his own orders Passions Fear: (Isolation) Claustrophobia, Being forced to do things, Constrained Rage: Bullies, Abuse, Nobility: Freeing others, Ending violence Skills 60 Body "Keeping myself a fine tuned machine" 30 General Athletics 40 Struggle 20 Endurance 70 Speed "Caught a grenade once. Threw it back" 40 Dodge 15 Driving 35 Initiative 50 Firearms 60 Mind "A soldiers primary weapon is his mind" 20 General Education 55 Notice 30 Conceal 30 Soul "Never made any real friends" 20 Charm 30 Lying 20 Harmonica Madness Violence Hardened:2 Failed:0 The Unnatural Hardened:0 Failed:0 Helplessness Hardened:1 Failed:1 Isolation Hardened:0 Failed:2 Self Hardened:0 Failed:0 Quornes fucked around with this message at Mar 11, 2013 around 22:21 |
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Oh drat. I won't be able to get any numbers together for another few hours since I am on vacation. Am I too late for the deadline or did my psm earlier save me a spot for consideration? Edit: I might have a little time right now to throw it together Threw this together. Hope it's not too late. Haven't made a character for UA in a while either, so if it needs tweaking, let me know. Ian Pennington - Unknown Street level Mundane --------------- The dark circles under his eyes are probably the first thing that people notice about Ian. In his 30s, but with a face that's weathered by long nights with little sleep. If you can catch him outside his apartment, he'll be the first one in line for coffee at the local shop. Large, black. No Sugar. Don't expect him to talk to you, though. He'll walk right on by, probably mumbling about anatomical impossibilities and genetic lineages. If you managed to get a look at the sheaf of notes he's working on, you might see the words "Werewolf. Shapeshifter. Creature. Monster" scribbled in margins and cross-referenced. --------------- Ian Pennington used to work at a nice veterinarian's office in a nice part of town. He had a nice assistant who he thought would make a nice girlfriend, if he could ever work up the courage to ask her out. Overall, his life was nice. After all, Ian had the perfect foundation. Came from well-off middle class roots, and straight into med school. Although he did well, he found out that he didn't really have the knack for working with human patients, but seemed to have a way with animals. Sidestepping into a veterinary program, he graduated and spent the next few years working contentedly in a downtown animal hospital. And then it took a turn for the worse. It's common knowledge that occasionally large animals get into the city, and that they can cause quite a bit of panic in the urban folk that come across the creatures before they're captured. Ian was ready to close up one cold winter's day when he heard the phone ring. The policeman on the other end said that they needed an expert opinion on an animal that they'd managed to bring down. Some kind of large wolf or dog that had been terrorizing a neighborhood, and had managed to chow down on a few cats and dogs before it was brought down. Ian agreed to wait up for them. The corpse was big. Bigger than they told Ian. And it wasn't even in that bad a shape, although the officers claimed that they'd needed a few shotgun blasts to bring it down. As he prepared to make his first assessment of the creature, it opened its eyes. They were human eyes. And they were staring right at Ian. The next morning, the day shift found Ian sitting amongst the puddles of gore that used to be the police officers and the night janitor that was on staff. He was put on leave since then, but he's never really been the same. Hasn't talked to his parents, or gone out for coffee with friends. He hasn't even returned the calls of that assistant. Instead, he's spent every waking moment in libraries, book shops, and any other repository of knowledge trying to find out more about what he saw that night. And so many months later, he's started noticing the little things that are wrong with the city. And that's when he found out about Tri-State Investigations. Or rather, they contacted him. Ian knew that this was the only way he'd be able to get some solid answers. And once he had answers, he'd make sure that those creatures never hurt anyone else again. Obsession Find out what makes these creatures *tick* and if there's a way to stop them from harming humans. Personality Analytical, but caring. Somewhat withdrawn. Speaks to himself as he puzzles out a problem. Summary Isolation and knowledge. A man who feels that he is responsible for unlocking the secrets of cryptid creatures. Passions Fear: The thought that not only does the general public not know about these creatures, but that they don't care. Rage: Casual Cruelty. Euthanasia is kinder than torture. Nobility: Enlightened individuals have a responsibility to help those who can't. Skills 50 Body "Average" 20 General Athletics 30 Struggle 30 Carcass Hauling 50 Speed "Average" 25 Dodge 15 Driving 35 Initiative 30 Quick Hands 60 Mind "Sharp" 25 General Education 25 Notice 15 Conceal 40 Trained Physician* 60 Soul "Intuitive" 25 Charm 25 Lying 40 Top Dog (Good With Animals) Madness Violence Hardened:1 Failed:1 The Unnatural Hardened:1 Failed:1 Helplessness Hardened:0 Failed:0 Isolation Hardened:0 Failed:1 Self Hardened:0 Failed:1 Money: $500 Green Intern fucked around with this message at Mar 19, 2013 around 02:14 |
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Green Intern posted:Oh drat. I won't be able to get any numbers together for another few hours since I am on vacation. Am I too late for the deadline or did my psm earlier save me a spot for consideration? Aaaand I'm an idiot! I forgot to type that it would end on Friday. Because of this, I'm pushing the close date to Saturday. Remember though, anyone can still throw me a PM and I'll leave the recruitment open a bit longer.
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Haha! Thanks for lighting a fire under my rear end anyway. I'll spruce this app up a bit later then. Please comment! Green Intern fucked around with this message at Mar 12, 2013 around 00:52 |
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I added numbers! The last 20% Soul skill is up to the GMs. It's either a Hunch skill or putting points in reserve to buy Magick later. I can't remember if that's an official rule or a house rule an old GM made up. Let me know if everything is okay; I'm willing to tweak things as long as they keep the 'Alex Jones meets AJ Weberman meets Lennom Murder Truth' core. For possesions I'm thinking he lives in his van, which has the usual electronic equipment to record and broadcast his show, and a few unregistered guns.
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Squidster posted:If there's too much mechanical overlap between Leslie and Gina, ( who are so gonna totally hate each other ) I might retool Leslie to be more of a breaking and entering style PI, with less duplication of evidence-hunting abilities. Alternately, I could spin up an alternate character this evening. I don't think they're that overlap-y. Gina is a bit more focused on people and interrogation. Seems like this is the sort of game/premise where there'll be some overlap anyway. Also, Gina's gonna like Leslie just fine. If Leslie has a problem with cops that's completely understandable, Gina just hopes she can set it aside while they're on the job.
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Sounds good! I rebalanced Leslie a bit to be less people-focused and a little more hands-on. I lowered disguise, dropped endurance in favour of a creepy appearance, and gave her some pickpocket/breaking and entering skills. While Gina's chatting up suspects and soothing them with tea, Leslie will be rooting through their poo poo, and possibly planting something incriminating.
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I'd be interested in this if the deadline is Saturday! I'll try to have something whipped up by tomorrow
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Seems like we have a lot of apps with bullying/cruelty as a rage trigger. It's so versatile! But seriously, I wonder if I can make mine more specific. Some updates to my character sheet inbound.
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The deadline is today! Please submit an app by 1:30 PM EST, or throw me a PM if you need some time. The Deleter and I will be deciding the party shortly after I close the thread.
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THE PARTY HAS BEEN DECIDED. Leslie Brown - Squidster Virginia "Gina" Valle - zachol Alasdair Marcus - Count Chocula Ian Pennington - Green Intern Expect the play thread later today!
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Thar she blows, captain! Game thread is up!
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It begins.
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So we're not yet part of the TSI? Gina's still a Special Agent, etc?
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Oh no, you're part of TSI. It's just that "being part of TSI" isn't exactly the most apparent thing. It'll be made much clearer probably by next post.
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Okay, so we're not aware that we're part of TSI, it hasn't been explained to us? Like this is our first meeting.
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Pretty much. Maybe one or two of you at least heard the name, but basically you were picked up by guys in suits and given envelopes with the address and all that guff.
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Very excited. Now if I could just kick this stomach problem I am having.
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Does tristate have an official business license or valid government paperwork? Would a check of their records indicate anything about their business or history? In particular, are they a Brooklyn only thing, statewide, or international agency? With at least three of the four of us tending towards rabid paranoia, it seems like something our characters would have looked into.
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| # ? Mar 18, 2013 08:06 |
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As you, as a whole, only really now have heard TSI and of what they do, you can investigate if you want. It'd be a bit lame for Del or I to reveal things like that OOC!
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| # ? Mar 19, 2013 01:12 |
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If Leslie's being too much of an rear end in a top hat, let me know and I'll take it down a notch! For the purposes of equipment, here are the things I think she would probably have; if there's anything that would raise an eyebrow, let me know and it can vanish. Weapons 1 .38 Special firearm ( licensed ) 1 Switchblade Additional equipment carried on a daily basis 1 LED flashlight 1 set of bobby pins 1 pair disposable gloves PI license, valid IDs 1 clamshell nokia cellphone 3 zipties Firearm in shoulder holster under suit jacket, switchblade in pants pocket. Equipment stored in F-150 pickup 1 Film camera with cracked zoom lens 2 disposable digital cameras of the convenience store variety 1 Box of 50 rounds for .38 special 1 Suitcase with several changes of clothes, ranging from the cream pants suit to a nondescript hoody. 1 Locksmithing toolkit ( unlicensed and illegal ) 2 Rolls duct tape 1 Variety pack of ziplock plastic bags in various sizes. 3-5 Bikini Kill cds at any one time.
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| # ? Mar 25, 2013 07:47 |
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Squidster posted:If Leslie's being too much of an rear end in a top hat, let me know and I'll take it down a notch! That's fine. Gina's going to be pretty passive-aggressive in return.
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| # ? Mar 25, 2013 08:04 |
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Haha, excellent. I look forward to a length and mutually antagonistic relationship, until cruel circumstances force us to fight side-by-side against the monsters.
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| # ? Mar 25, 2013 08:12 |
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For gear I'm thinking Al has an unlicensed pistol and one other gun (I said shotgun, but maybe someone like him would have an assut rifle) a few burner cell phones, an old laptop, a video camera and his Van Full of Crazy.
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| # ? Mar 25, 2013 08:16 |
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| # ? May 23, 2013 02:02 |
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Those equipment setups sound good to me. I think an assault rifle would be fine for Al, probably some beat up M16 from around Nam with stickers and tape and crap all over it.
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