[AW 2e] The Forest (Recuitment/OOC Thread)

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Tricky: Jun 12, 2007; after a great meal i like to lie on the ground and feel like garbage

Hemlock, the Savvyhead

It's a fool's game to think the forest can be beaten back by simple fire and sharp bits, that's for drat sure. I've seen communities come, bandits go, and all of them swept away by new growth. You know what never changes? The trees themselves. Once one gets big, too drat big to comprehend, you can hollow it out a bit. Make a home in it, or a garage, or a loving workshop for that matter. Whatever you want it to be. The forest doesn't care. All it wants to do is consume us... but I'm too drat smart for it to get me. Y'can't consume what's already inside you. Idiot trees.

There've been some that've made it longer than others, 'round these parts. They need poo poo, everyone needs poo poo. Most of the time they even pay me. "Oh, Hemmy, my loving truck busted an axle. Fix it?" What the gently caress are you doing with a rig like that in the goddamn forest? Y'know, no, it doesn't matter. I'll fix it, you can go joyride in an alpine fuckin' wonderland, and I'll still be here when you gently caress it up. Again. For the third time in as many weeks. Goddamnit, Royboy. Idiot thinks he's the only thing I've got going, I guess.

Aside from the grind, I've been working on a few projects, now that I've got some time to think and tinker and the vines ain't trying to snatch me up in the dark. The old world, whatever the gently caress it was like, they knew how to deal with trees. Did for awhile, anyways, shame about how it turned out. They've left tools and all sorts of cool poo poo around and, sometimes, the forest pushes it up and out of the ground. gently caress if I know how it got there, sometimes seems like the goddamn forest just dropped right on top of the old world entirely.

I found this big freakin' man-machine a while back, got saws and big-rear end torches all over, and I've been punching it together when I get a few hours to myself. Parts are hard to come by, even if I can grind out most of the poo poo with my setup, but I put it out that I like pay in useful poo poo like parts and old-world poo poo, none of this mixtape business. loving Royboy tried to pay for a new radiator with a tape deck, once. Got the message when I just about wrung his neck, though. Put out the word, now people know. Most of them even find some real poo poo.

The Savvyhead posted:

Name: Hemlock
Look: Woman, Utility wear plus tech, Pretty face, Appraising eyes, Wiry body

Stats:
Cool -1
Hard =0
Hot +1
Sharp +1
Weird +2

Moves:
Things speak: whenever you handle or examine something interesting, roll+weird. On a hit, you can ask the MC questions. On a 10+, ask 3. On a 7�9, ask 1:
� Who handled this last before me?
� Who made this?
� What strong emotions have been most recently nearby this?
� What words have been said most recently nearby this?
� What has been done most recently with this, or to this?
� What�s wrong with this, and how might I fix it?
Treat a miss as though you�ve opened your brain to the world�s psychic maelstrom and missed the roll.

Spooky intense: when you do something under fire, stand overwatch, or bait a trap, roll+weird instead of roll+cool.

Gear:
Battered and patched-up old-world technician's uniform, with all sorts of tech (1-armor)
A bunch of dangerous tools (2-harm hand infinite)
A battered, but well-maintained shotgun (3-harm close messy)

Workspace:
Choose which of the following your workspace includes. Choose 3: a garage, a darkroom, a controlled growing environment, skilled labor (Carna, Thuy, Pamming, eg), a junkyard of raw materials, a truck or van, weird rear end electronica, machining tools, transmitters & receivers, a proving range, a relic of the golden age past, booby traps.

When you go into your workspace and dedicate yourself to making a thing, or to getting to the bottom of some poo poo, decide what and tell the MC. The MC will tell you �sure, no problem, but�� and then 1 to 4 of the following:
� It�s going to take hours/days/weeks/months of work.
� First you�ll have to get/build/fix/figure out �� .
� You�re going to need �� to help you with it.
� It�s going to cost you a fuckton of jingle.
� The best you�ll be able to do is a crap version, weak and unreliable.
� It�s going to mean exposing yourself (plus colleagues) to serious danger.
� You�re going to have to add �� to your workplace first.
� It�s going to take several/dozens/hundreds of tries.
� You�re going to have to take �� apart to do it.

The MC might connect them all with �and,� or might throw in a merciful �or.�

Once you�ve accomplished the necessaries, you can go ahead and accomplish the thing itself. The MC will stat it up, or spill, or whatever it calls for.

Projects:
� Fixing up an old-world forestry exosuit.

Hx:
On your turn, ask either or both:
� Which of you is the most strange? For those characters, write Hx+1.
� Which one of you is the biggest potential problem? For that character, write Hx+2.
For everyone else, write Hx-1. You�ve got other stuff to do and other stuff to learn.

Tricky fucked around with this message at 01:00 on Jul 26, 2018

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# ¿ Apr 25, 2024 14:37

Tricky: Jun 12, 2007; after a great meal i like to lie on the ground and feel like garbage

Heliotrope posted:

Hemlock the Savyhead

Why do you tolerate Royboy so much? What does it take for you to refuse someone service?

I mean, poo poo. He's an idiot, less up top than a fuckin' tweety bird, but he's not trying to gnaw my arm off. He loves that truck, too. Like... man, I dunno. I guess it feels good when he gets that dumb grin when I soup up his baby. He uses it, you know? Every day. Doin' some real dumb poo poo, but it's real dumb truck poo poo. I'd be pissed if I did all that work for him to just shove it in a garage. Plus, y'know, the truck likes him. The things know their poo poo, right? You gotta trust 'em.

The kind of fucker I don't truck with? Anyone who tries to eat me, for one, and you better fuckin' believe I'm going to glaze the engine of any fuckers that think they can stiff me. I don't do the chains and poo poo scene, either. You do that slave crap out in the trees? poo poo, I can't police the world. It sucks out there. You do it in my loving chapel of thing-fixing? I will give you like three loving seconds to get your rear end clear, or I'll blow it off.

quote:

What do you plan on doing with the machine once you fix it up?

Uh. Man, I didn't think that far. It's broke, right? You try looking at a bleeding body cryin' for help and not want to fix it. I mean, if you're an angel or whatever. I'm that for machines. But, uh, poo poo. I mean, it's cool as hell for one. If I ever need to go out in the green, I'd be happy as Royboy when he gets a new turbocharger in that thing. Y'ever see what those vines do to somebody? It's nasty, nasty poo poo. I mean, worst case, I find somebody that's got what I need for whatever the gently caress I'm gonna build next and get some primo gear in trade. I ain't thinking that people've got enough guns to ignore how much that could do for your average place-owner.

quote:

What's the worst thing you've learned about after reading an item?

Oh, man. This was way back before I made my shop up all nice. I was catching a ride in a caravan to a new burn site. Nice enough folks, at least it seemed like it, and their rides were pretty fuckin' flash. Anyways, we make it like three or four days into the green and I'm starting to get all antsy. I mean, I just need to fuckin' take things apart and put 'em together or I get the shakes. I'm sittin' in the back of this RV-lookin' thing. I just start fiddling with a knife. Nothin' fancy, but it was sharp as hell.

And, honest to god, I'm just sitting there playing five-finger filet and it up and goes, "Yo, Hemmy, you know they're gonna eat you, right?" Thanks, knife, I loving love being trail snacks for cannibals. Nah, not my style. So I gotta play it cool, right? And all the while this loving knife is just telling me all this poo poo about the last family these creepos done did up and ate. I mean, poo poo, guns and knives are all a little off, but this one really enjoyed some of the poo poo they'd been doing. I finally had a chance to get free when some of those crazy-rear end spinedeer stampeded through the lead truck. I stuck that loving knife in one of the escort bikers' necks and made off in the chaos. I hope they all died. Failin' that, I hope they all go way the gently caress away and never bother me with their crazy poo poo again.

gently caress knives. I still hate talking to them.

# ¿ Jul 28, 2018 06:56

Tricky: Jun 12, 2007; after a great meal i like to lie on the ground and feel like garbage

Hemlock, the Savvyhead

quote:

On your turn, ask either or both:

� Which of you is the most strange? Shi Shi. For that character, write Hx+1.
� Which one of you is the biggest potential problem? Honeydew. For that character, write Hx+2.

For everyone else, write Hx-1. You�ve got other stuff to do and other stuff to learn.

Tricky fucked around with this message at 03:29 on Aug 4, 2018

# ¿ Aug 4, 2018 02:38

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