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Jackie Reed Caps: 15 [+ 167 (Chris)] HP: 30/30 Load: 12/150 XP: 550 Karma: 10 Jackie grimaced at the man's grotesque ear, and wondered if he would see a doctor before it killed him. "Listen, Bill, I reckon someone's gotta put the thief down, and I certainly got enough bullets for it. I ain't no kid no more, and I am to make some caps off bringin' down the man what shot you. Any idea where he's layin' low, north a' town? I don't know the terrain as well as I did a few years ago. Any a' the ol' caves up there uninhabited?" ---- Chris and Jackie entered the small saloon in town. Well, saloon might not be the right word, but it's where you could get a drink and it's where most of the caravans coming through would stop in. Chris had suggested that someone might've seen a camp fire, coming in from north of town, and Jackie reckoned she was onto somethin'. They sat down with some travelers playing a hand of cards. "How much to buy in, fellas?" Gamblin' (40): 67 "Damnit, I was sure I had that last hand. Ya got me on the river, though. Say, any of you fellas seen any signs of life on the road north? Maybe a campfire, someone livin' out that way?" How many caps do I lose? Should I roll Charisma or Speech to try to get the information? Also, did the bounty specify alive or dead?
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Jackie Reed "Well, I couldn't really say. I know fer' sure that there'll be at the very least, critters out there. Most of those dens and old refuges have been picked clean, so wouldn't be much traffic through em'. It's possible ya know? Worth a look anyhow. Just don't go gettin' yerself killed on my account is all I'm saying." He didn't know too much, but he did indicate that it was at least worth a look. .... You buy into a game of cards at one of the town's bars trying to sniff out any leads possible and earn some caps at the same time. Unfortunately, you weren't having so much luck in either regards as of yet. "Pay up, gal'. That's gonna' be 8 caps for that last hand." You pay the man who looks a bit confused by your question. "You mean squatters? Yeah, plenty of those... I mean, what's new, eh?" You explain a little more without revealing any regards to your intentions, just in case and the man starts to think... Roll against your luck -1 advantage. ---------- Therax You head back towards town after a surprisingly eventful morning and early afternoon and rest briefly, awaking to the sound of your allies headed back to town with the hotel owner.
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Jackie Reed Caps: 15 - 8 = 7 [+ 167 (Chris)] HP: 30/30 Load: 12/150 XP: 550 Karma: 10 Jackie grimaces and slides half of her caps across the table. But it seemed like this gambler might know what she needed to, so it was probably money well spent. "I ain't exactly talkin' 'bout squatters. I'm lookin' fer an older fella, maybe late 40s, owes my friend a bit of money, if you follow me." Luck(5): 2-1 = 1 QuantumNinja fucked around with this message at 22:20 on Sep 5, 2013 |
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Mossman HP 24/24 XP 650/1,000 Karma +30 Caps 120 Mossman slid off the operating table, bowed over and disoriented. He gathered his possessions, said goodbye to Dr. Susan and stumbled out of the office as quickly as he could. -2 EN effects: HP 24, Poison Resistance 40, Rad Resistance 70, Healing Rate 5, First Aid 20%, Outdoorsman 30% Mossman went back to the inn to recuperate. He ate his meal, took his bath and drank his beers over the afternoon, while listening to Lloyd and Sahen's conversation. He felt ill, disoriented and paranoid, and kept to himself as much as possible. Near dinner time, he started feeling a little better, and decided to give his gun a cleaning to help take his mind off the day's events. Rolling Repair (55%) to improve Beretta's condition: 27, a success! Two boxes removed (90% condition). During dinner, Mossman remarked to his traveling companions: "It might be time to move on to Neo-Nashville. If everyone else is ready, we can be on the road tonight."
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Jackie Reed "Well, now that you mention it... I do recall a mean looking sonuva' bitch who was around here not to long ago. Came in here for a drink and spent some time looking around the shops and market. Saw him headed out towards Dry Lake. Maybe he's out there in that decrepit water facilities plant." ---- Mossman "Easy! Easy does it... I basically microwaved you and cut parts of you off and regrew them and cut more parts off. Now don't move around none too fast or you'll open up your sutures or cause your tissue tear where it is still tender from the incisions. Your natural healing abilities and resistances should have you feeling up to par in about a weeks time, but until then... when the pain or nausea becomes too bad, take this. It is a synthesized research analogue of RadAway that was designed to address people entering into early ghoulification processes... Sadly enough, the work was never completed due to most of the staff becoming feral due to the radiation leak in their vault, but what my colleagues and I have found is that the uncompleted serum that they developed has the potential to revolutionize medicine in the wastes and hopefully, ideally... change the lives of everyone. Next time I see you, I'll give you an update on my findings. Thank you again for your contribution!" Moving through a fog, you replenish yourself with nourishment at the hotel and proceed to make repairs to your gun which was almost good as new thanks to your diligent maintenance. Moving back down for dinner, you meet up with several of your allies and discuss plans to travel to Neo-Nashville. ---- Sahen Make a check against your perception. You take the plates out and present them to Lloyd over a meal at the bar in the hotel.
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Sahen Caps: 261 HP: 34/34 Load: 23/250 XP: 650 Karma: -5 Perception 7: 1d10 1 Sahen inspects the plates, concluding that they are, in fact, the cap press molds. Possibly beyond any shadow of a reasonable doubt.
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Sahen You notice that one of Dawkins' boys goes wide-eyed as you pull out the plates, but he nervously plays it off and proceeds to return to wiping off tables.
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Jackie Reed Caps: 7 [+ 167 (Chris)] HP: 30/30 Load: 12/150 XP: 550 Karma: 10 Jackie rose from the table, finishing the small glass of water the trading post had given her. "Thanks for the drink, Paul. It's been nice losin' money to you fellas, but I need to see a man about a horse." Jackie and Chris set off through the streets, walking north on foot. The water facilities plant was well-known locally: it was the kind of place that kids threw rocks at, and dared each other to go inside. When she was younger, there were stories of tribal mutants and death claws living in it, but she reckoned it didn't contain much but fetid water and an older man trying to make an illegal buck. As they approached, she motioned to Chris and they tried to approach silently. Sneaking (55): 40 They snuck up closer to the plant, keeping the noise low, and Jackie tried to spot the man inside. Perception (7): 8 Unfortunately, she couldn't see a thing. (Unless Chris helps her?) QuantumNinja fucked around with this message at 18:37 on Sep 6, 2013 |
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Lloyd Rourke 108 Caps, 600 xp, Suit, Shades, 28 Smokes, 10mm w/ 60 Rounds "Hey there, Moss. I'm ready to leave whenever - looks like we just need Jackie, her sister, and the... other big fella." He examines the strange plates Sahen takes out. "Can't be certain - I'm not really sure what they are. I mean, scrap metal's always worth something. Let me take a closer look..." Not sure what kind of check to use here. Maybe barter (without the positive interaction bonuses like the suit or shades) for general knowledge of caps? I'll await your response.
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Jackie Reed Perception at Water Treatment Facility (Perception 3): 1d10 6 Chris looks as well, but doesn't manage to see anything. Many of the windows were broken out and the structure itself looked to be falling apart. There main entrance is just due north of you and your sister. You are both undetected currently and continue to sneak about the facilities looking for any signs of occupation, life or other entrances For your next action, you'll have -1 advantage on all ability checks and +10% to any skill check. ---- Lloyd Rourke You can make a wisdom or intelligence check to deduce the nature of the plates and see if you saw anything remotely similar to it at the market.
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Jackie Reed You and Chris continue to move along the perimeter of the factory coming across a rear entrance. The building is two stories with an elevated ceiling on the second floor, and in a rather ruinous state with sections of it near the top looking dangerous even. The Treatment Facility has long rusted tubes running from the white brick factory into Dry Lake. Chris gets on the right side of the faded blue steel door and gestures towards the doorknob. "Should we go in?" ----- Lloyd Rourke You can't really think of any use for the plates and don't remember seeing anything like that at the market, unfortunately for Sahen. ----- GM Notes Set an agenda for the last leg of Johnnyville. We are coming to a close, and we can probably get you all to next level if not close to next level with this final Chapter in Johnnyville. So if there's anything you want to do, anything anybody wants to jointly tackle or address, any shopping or trading or just luck searching, this is your chance to do it. Current "Quest-Lines" are:
Current "sub-plots" are:
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Mossman "Good. I'm ready to get moving again." Mossman rose slowly from the couch, wincing a little as he straightened himself. "Where did those girls disappear to, anyway?" He then looked at Sahen. "And where's your... friend?"
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You can try a number of things here.
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Sahen Caps: 261 HP: 34/34 Load: 23/250 XP: 650 Karma: -5 "If I knew..." Passively eyeing the Dawkins boy after his minor slip, Sahen pushes up from the bar, still speaking to the ghoul. "In my medical opinion, you look like poo poo. Was morning tough?" Listening in to the last threads of conversation, he tucks the press plates back into his bag, moving to exit to the street. "If we're leaving soon, should pick up some reading material for long trip. Still much ground to cover before Nash, even in truck." With all said and done, Sahen makes his way across the street to the Good Doctor's house, making an inquiry about the medical textbooks.
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Jackie Reed Caps: 7 [+ 167 (Chris)] HP: 30/30 Load: 12/150 XP: 550 Karma: 10 "Is anyone there? We're associates of Unity. We heard someone was livin' out here, and thought we'd come looking. Are you okay? Do you need help?" Jackie held her gun tight, ready to open fire if the situation looked dangerous. She spared a glance to Chris, who stood in the doorway and didn't seem nearly as comfortable with her own weapon.
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Jackie Reed Caps: 7 [+ 167 (Chris)] HP: 30/30 Load: 12/150 XP: 550 Karma: 10 Jackie widened her eyes at Chris, nudging her head toward the inner warehouse. Hopefully she'd take the hint; Chris had always been better at talking people into working with her. If this doesn't work, how does rolling against small arms work?
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Sahen Caps: 261 HP: 34/34 Load: 23/250 XP: 650 Karma: -5 "Contemporary research?" Sahen hooks his palms behind his apron, leaning back to better look over his options. "Hell of offer, doubtful anything been written on higher medicine in years... D.C. Journal never lead astray. Though I suppose quick reference appendix is too handy to let go. First practice of mine founded practically on back of older edition."
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Jackie Reed Caps: 7 [+ 167 (Chris)] HP: 30/30 Load: 12/150 XP: 550 Karma: 10 Jackie wasn't sure if he was telling the truth, but it wouldn't be the first time someone in the waste got blamed for something they hadn't done and she was willing to hear his side of it. Charisma (5): 4 "He didn't exactly send us. They got a price on your head, 'ough, and if you really didn't steal nothin', we might should talk this out 'fore someone else turns up shootin'." She scanned the facility again, trying to pick out his thin figure. Perception (7): 8 - 1 = 7
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Lloyd Rourke 108 Caps, 600 xp, Suit, Shades, 28 Smokes, 10mm w/ 60 Rounds "Well, I don't know what to tell you. I'm headed to the market for a little business, maybe I could ask around?" Lloyd headed to the tobacco stall, hoping to make a bulk deal with the rest of his caps - to re-sell in whatever town they headed to next. Barter TN 95: 1d100 11 This is probably a little out of order, but this is the last thing Lloyd has to do in town before they head out.
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Jackie Reed Caps: 7 [+ 167 (Chris)] HP: 30/30 Load: 12/150 XP: 550 Karma: 10 "Look, sir, I don't take too kindly to people threatening my sister. What's the real problem here? Why you leavin' out here, stealin' to get by?" Jackie was talking, but she wasn't trying to talk this out any more---she was trying to get him busy rambling again. This man had threatened to shoot Chris in this dark, dirty building, and to Jackie that was as good as taking the shot. She motioned for Chris to get behind an old concrete pillar, out of sight, and then Jackie moved. She slipped through the shadows of the old facility, getting the man into her view. Sneaking (55): 49 (Hopefully the shadows are helpin' me out here.) The second his body came into view, she opened up. (She'd try to get a mostly-exposed view of his body, slipping beside the cover he's hiding behind.) Action Points: 10 5 shots at 2AP/shot---Small Guns (90): 71, 14, 47, 72, 88 Attack One Damage (1d8+6): 13 Attack Two Damage (1d8+6): 7 Attack Three Damage (1d8+6): 7 (Messed up Orokos numbering here...) Attack Four Damage (1d8+6): 13 Attack Five Damage (1d8+6): 9 Sequence: 14 She's going to attack a lot more if he isn't dead. Edit: It occurs to me that moving his body may be difficult... QuantumNinja fucked around with this message at 20:11 on Sep 18, 2013 |
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Lloyd Rouke You head back into the town market and approach the tobacco vendor with intentions to trade your remaining caps for an ample supply of tobacco. "Here son, if you ain't looking slicker each'n every time I see you. I'll give you two pounds of tobacco, about 10 oz or so." pre:Tobacco Wt.: 2 lbs. Values: 520 Caps Jackie Reed You stalk through the shadows of the run down water treatment facility keeping the thief's attention diverted. Chris is just as surprised as he is when your pistol erupts, filling the bullets. He didn't have a chance. After the echo of gunshots drains out, Chris shouts out to you. "J-jackie!!! Are you ok?" 100XP Man has 7 caps, a dirty looking 9mm, 6 rounds of 9mm ammunition, a knapsack containing various odds and ends presumably from the town
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Jackie Reed Caps: 7 [+ 167 (Chris)] HP: 30/30 Load: 12/150 XP: 650 Karma: 10 Jackie stood, reloading and holstering her weapon before revealing herself as best she could. "I'm fine. He's... dead, probably. We need to get his body back to town for the bounty, I guess. C'mon over here." Jackie started to gather up the man's filthy things, tossing the gun and caps in her own bag and taking up his knapsack. It was heavy, and felt maybe like it was full of stolen parts from the hardware store. She gave the entire facility one more look. Chris seemed shaken when she made her way over, and Jackie gave her a small smile to try to calm her. "Sorry, Chrissy, but ain't nobody threatens to put a bullet in your pretty little head while I'm around. Now grab his legs, and hopefully he won't be too heavy." Do I need to make a check to drag the body back? Can we skip back to the Sheriff's office? QuantumNinja fucked around with this message at 09:45 on Sep 23, 2013 |
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Sahen Caps: 201 HP: 34/34 Load: 23/250 XP: 650 Karma: -5 "DSM could be interesting, though interest as far as could go. Less about treatment for crazies in wasteland, more about management. Here." Sahen dumps a wide pile of caps on the table, picking through them and discreetly throwing any new looking caps back into his pocket. "Fifty... Fiftey five... Sixty. Should be enough, the knowledge worth much more down the road. Always is pleasure to do business." Halfway through his turn to the door, he pauses, fishing around his pocket for a cap. "Question. Have you noticed many bottlecaps like this one?" Sahen holds the shiny metal disc up to the light, pulling out a real cap from his bag to compare. "Look here. Does not have small text below. No claims, or numbers, just Nuka Cola and white red background. Strange, no?" ---- Back at the bar, slumping into a corner stool at the end, Sahen spends the next handful of hours in the company of a good book and low lighting, inobservant of his surroundings.
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Jackie Reed "Y'know, living out in these wastes, you think I'd be used to this kind of stuff by now... at least I've got you looking out for us." Chrissy reluctantly grabs the other end of the man and you start your trip back to town. It wasn't easy, but with the two of you, you managed. You arrive back at the town and are greeted by a host of surprised stares. Bill and Harold look over the corpse. "You gals did this?" "Well, really it was all Jackie here, but uhm... y'know." "Hot drat, I'd hate to get caught in your sights missy." Bill says eying the holes on the man that had mostly caked with dirt and dry blood now. Harold heads to town hall to retrieve your reward, removing the wanted poster in the process. "Here we go, as promised. 600 caps!" Karma: +5, Rep: Johnnyville: The Deputy - Would-be thieves and hooligans are intimidated by you around these parts ----- Sahen "As is always the case, it is a pleasure doing business with you, Sahen." Doc' Susan says before examining the counterfeit cap you show her. "Y'know... I have seen a few caps like this. I never paid it much mind, but I'd say that's a fake. You think someone in town is making these?" --- The day passes by as you delve into the book learning about a variety of ailments, conditions and treatments for the body with a focus on internal medicines. You also read an interesting article on how to assemble Stimpaks using various flora in junction with base chemical primers as opposed to the standard chemical components that a Stimpak required. +5 to doctor, BONUS: Instead of having 2 Chem Tech components for stimpack creation, you could replace them with appropriate flora components that you could make intelligence or outdoorsman based checks to identify in the wild.
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Sahen Caps: 201 HP: 34/34 Load: 23/250 XP: 650 Karma: -5 Sahen leans his weight on the door frame, eyes shifting in thought as he considers the situation. "Fake, yes. Have not seen caps this kind before arriving. Would say someone crafting, but... could not weather a guess as to who." Rolling the fake over in his fingers, he points out the exacting crimp of the ridges, something that normally occurred when the metal disk was forced around the bottle. "See though, would take skilled craftsman. Considering number of breakages in area... This seem outside common ability." Sahen considers the floor, letting the pause set in before continuing with a nonchalant sigh. "Ah well, less anyone knows of skilled metalman in local land, guess it is mystery for ages, no?"
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Sahen "Well... Hrmm. You could probably talk to Rob Peltz down in the scrap yard. He's the only person round these parts skilled enough to do any real metal work, at least in terms of refurbishing or fabricating parts."
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Jackie Reed Caps: 215 [+ 167 (Chris)] HP: 30/30 Load: 12/150 XP: 650 Karma: 15 Alice in Wonderland (Alternate) The surprise of ol' Bill and Harold gave Jackie a small smile. She had met many men before who had misjudged her, but few who did after they saw what she was capable of. She could sense her reputation growing, and it might just dissuade the next would-be robber. She offered the bag of tools back to Bill. "This is all I found; hopefully it'll help account for some of the lost stock. Glad I could help with your little thief problem, gentlemen." ----- Jackie happily accepted her bounty, then grimaced as she caught Chris's face. "There's no shame in bein' unaccustomed to killin', Chrissy. But I can't just leave Pa to care for Ma without a cap in his pocket, and this is the fastest thing I'm good at. Let's go tell them bye. I bet my friend'll want to head out this evenin'." They strolled along the country lane as Jackie counted out 200 caps for their own traveling. The rest would go to her parents, if she could talk them into accepting it. They walked up, and Chris opened the door just as Jackie went to knock---clearly, she had been away too long. "Ma, pa? We have some news to tell you. And about 400 caps to make it easier to take." Her mother was bundled up in their ancient recliner. It was hard to see her mother like that, and Jackie didn't know how to deal with it. She loved the woman, but so much of the light was simply gone from her face, and it made her wonder how much light her own face had lost in the soul-hardening waste. Her dad was working on something for dinner, it looked like, and Jackie put the sack of caps on the kitchen table. "Chris is goin' with me, Pa. We're gonna go see the world together, get some freedom and smell some new air. This should be enough to keep Ma's medicine covered, 'ough, and to keep food on the table until we can send some more." We can play this out, but I wanted to make a "leaving" scene, too, since it seems like the party is more or less waiting on me to move on. ----- Jackie and Chris arrived at the bar after a late lunch with their parents. Chris's things were already collected from Unity, and Jackie was glad to see that most of the group was just hanging about, relaxing. She moved to sit with them, smiling and ordering a drink of whiskey. "How are y'all fellas? Lookin' ready to travel soon? Onward, to New Nashville? Chris and my own business is more or less cleared up here. Oh, Mossman, what happened to you?" QuantumNinja fucked around with this message at 10:26 on Sep 23, 2013 |
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Mossman "I had a little... operation," said Mossman. "It's nothing serious, I just need to take it easy for a couple days." He tossed the car keys over to Jackie. "You okay to drive?" ----------------------------- Mossman grunted as he climbed into the back of the pickup. He sat down up against the cab, and made himself as comfortable as he could. It was going to be a long, bumpy ride to Neo-Nashville.
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Jackie Reed That Alice in Wonderland arrangement is very soothing! You can see a sternness come over your father's face, but before too long he just lets out a gust of air and is out with it. "Ain't no use tryin' ta' tell you girls what and what not to do anymore. You're women grown... And you've always made your ma and I proud. It ain't easy seeing our only children wandering out into the unknown. The world has always been a mad place, but we live in a time of little to no civility, which is something I probably ain't even gotta' tell ya." Your mother gets up and walks over to you on a cane that your father had fashioned for her, before she sits down at the table alongside you all. "You two always look after one another. We will be alright, things aren't ever going to be easy, but we will make it. Now you don' go worrying none about us. Just keep hope alive in your hearts and remember no matter how cold or dark it might get, you will ALWAYS, have a mother and father who accept and love you. This sickness ain't takin' me yet. I can see the look in your eyes... I know it ain't looking so good..." your mother and father begin to choke up a little bit which doesn't do much to comfort either your or Chrissy, "...but, your father is here looking after me always and we have Doc' Susan who is almost like family with all she's done for us." "That reminds me!" Your father says interrupting the conversation with a bit of genuine optimism, "I was down at Mr. Lackis' goods earlier, doing some trading for feed and what not, when Doc' Susan walks in with a big ol' grin on her face. Talking about some kind of breakthrough in her research, said it would be good for your ma'. I drat near forgot, well I guess.... I kind of did ha', but the point is... we will be alright." Your parents are reluctant to take the caps, but after persuasion by you and Chris, they accept and with final farewells send you on your way. ----- Alright, everyone! I think we have just about wrapped up Johnnyville. @SevenSocks, let me know how you want to proceed on the counterfeiting business or if you want to put it on hold for a subsequent visit. Regardless, last minute shopping and travel preparations and then it's off to New Nashville or any other location you had in mind. I'll update your map tomorrow and mark all the places you've been around J-Ville. As always, Questions/Comments/Concerns, welcome!
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