Nullsession1204

 Welcome to Traipse Ornery Orc {110114-00}, built on OpenRPG 1.8.0 Locating server at 97.107.130.187:6774... Game connected! (26138) Nullar (enter): 22:38 (26121) Orion (enter): 22:38 (26115) Shusagi (enter): 22:38 (26109) vetus (enter): 22:38 <font color='#ff8000'>(26126) Shusagi (enter): 22:38 <font color='#ff8000'>(26134) NapalmMoose (enter): 22:38 (0)  Server Administrator -> You have connected to an OpenRPG</a> server, version '1.8.0', named 'Unshaped'.<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//IETF//DTD HTML//EN"> <font color='#ff8000'>Moving to room 'WoH: Nullar Is Missing'.. <font color='#ff8000'>(26138) Nullar (enter): 22:38 (0)  Server Administrator -> <!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//IETF//DTD HTML//EN"> <font color='#ff8000'>(26130) GM (enter): 22:38 <font color='#ff8000'>(26132) Doir (enter): 22:38 <font color='#ff8000'>(26133) CC [GM] (enter): 22:38 <font color='#ff8000'>(26135) Balish (enter): 22:38 <font color='#ff8000'>(26136) Sami (enter): 22:38 (26130) GM: <font color="#000080">As you wander the land of Salt and Razors, the blazing sun is unrelenting. The super hot salt pulls the moisture from your body at an alarming rate. You are fairly sure without something to drink, you won't survive more then a dozen hours here, even with your troll constitution. I believe you said you were searching for consorts or signs of life? <font color='#ff8000'>(26139) Pellok (enter): 22:40 (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Yes. Null would like to get higher ground to take a good look around if at all possible. (26130) GM: <font color="#000080">Nullar you can climb of the rather dangerous looking trees or trek to the top of a Salt dune. (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Yeeaaaah, going to go with option salt dune. <font color='#ff8000'>(26140) Nate (enter): 22:41 (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Athletics, I assume? [4df+2] => [0,1,0,0,2] = (3) (26130) GM: <font color="#000080">No need... as you climb to the top of the salt dune...you see a building in the far distance..roll notice please (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>[4df+3] => [0,-1,0,1,3] = (3) <font color='#ff8000'>(26142) Kikate (enter): 22:43 (26130) GM: <font color="#000080">Nullar also sees a small pool of water partially hidden by the glare, about 300 yards away in the same direction as the Building...it would have been hidden in the hills had you not seen it from up here (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Is the salt hard and compact or loose like sand? (26130) GM: <font color="#000080">Here it is loose like sand...elsewhere it is compact and crystalized...it's a veritable study in biomes around here, to bad they're exclusively made of salt, blades and blazing hot sun. <font color='#ff8000'>(26142) Kikate (exit): 22:47 (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Null captchalogues a nice pile of the loose sand, and hunts down a couple of fist sized chunks of it as well. She briefly considers trapping some of the bladed trees, but it appears she'll have to move on from here if she wants to remain conscious for long. She climbs back down and goes incognito mode [4df+3] => [0,1,1,-1,3] = (4) and heads on her way first to the pool. (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>loose salt* rofl)) (26130) GM: <font color="#000080">Nullar treks through the sand desert...and finds the pool of "water"...it appears it is not at all a pool of water but in fact a puddle of SLUG SLIME that had dripped and coeleced here, yet seems completely unphased by the burning sun. A fat green slug sits in a Razor-Lotus plant in the center of the pool, slime dripping from the plants glistening deadly petals. The heat, the dryness, the salt and the razors threatening to pierce it's delicate plump body seem to have no effect on it. It's pose seems oddly serene and it's Three stalk eyes are closed and held at odd angles...it constantly omits a gutteral yet melodic tone. (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Rolling Lore to see if I can ascertain any benefits to the slime or any other reason why the slug might not be affected by everything. [4df+4] => [1,1,-1,1,4] = (6) (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>If... that's what I should roll. oops)) (26130) GM: <font color="#000080">It appears that this slug has trancended bodily concerns through nothing but VIGOROUS MENTAL DISCIPLINE. Its slime does probably have magical properties that could only be fully unlocked by someone with THE POWER OF MIND. (26130) GM: <font color="#000080">The Escaryogi's eyes slowly open as if roused from a dream. (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Well, the slug is obviously a loser because only losers dump valuable skill points in Will or Mind, geeze. She sees its eyes opened and readies a stealth attack if it makes any sudden moves. (26130) Escaryogi: <font color="#000080">'' Why does the wilted flower seek the shade of the tree, does it not know shelter from the sun will never let it grow? '' (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Null is very upset that the escaryogi seems to see her. She looks around to make sure it's definitely talking to her, and uses her extra to make sure there isn't anyone else hiding nearby. [4df+5] => [1,-1,-1,-1,5] = (3) (26130) Escaryogi: <font color="#000080">There is no one else nearby, yet you are certain that is can not see you. It must be somehow sensing you on an ENTIRELY DIFFRENT PLANE (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Nullar narrows her eyes at the creature. 'Are you psychic or something?' she thinks at it, and feels very stupid as she does so. (26130) Escaryogi: <font color="#000080">'' The nature of trancendence is to never answer questions. One can not return to seeing the world as the unworthy do once their eyes are opened. Are your eyes not open? Have you ever really seen? '' (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>'Why are you asking me so many questions if the nature of trancendence is to not answer them? Maybe I'm like super trancendent, ever thought of that?' Null snarks at it. (26130) Escaryogi: <font color="#000080">'' The little bird lands when seeds are sowen, but the seed is ment for the earth as it is ment for the sky. Why have you forgotten? '' (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Can Null roll something to try to parse what the eff this thing is getting at? (26130) Escaryogi: <font color="#000080">Yes, if she had the Mind skill (26130) Escaryogi: <font color="#000080">As Nullar tries to parse what this thing is saying...her Psychic senses sense the soon arrival of a Malicious presense (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Nullar stands at attention, and looks for high ground. 'I'm very sorry but I don't have time for you right now. Maybe we can revisit this charming conversation at a later date.' (26130) Escaryogi: <font color="#000080">As the yogi seems to be readying a bullshit cryptic riddle to reply...a red beam lances from behind Nullar, striking it in the body. It turns brown as it bubbles and puckers before Exploding in a burst of rancid smelling slime. <font color='#ff8000'>(26147) Seriad (enter): 23:12 (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">I_REALLY_NOT_STAND_THOSE_HOLIER_THEN_THOU_SHITHEADS (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">*CAN_NOT <font color='#008000'>** (26130) Jack <font color="#008000">stops holding down the fire button on his wrist watch laser. He appears to be a twink much like Scarlet, but his eyes are a bright shade of green. He is dressed in a dark green tailed tuxedo that has seen better days and has a computer circuitry like pattern to it. His sleeves are rolled up revealing numerous wrist watches ticking on his arms, delicate chains lead from his vest to his jacket pocket. A collapsed pitch black umbrella lies impaled in the sand in front of him...Unlike other twinks he seems to have strangely familier looking black hair on his head. ** (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">(Roll notice) (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>[4df+3] => [1,-1,1,-1,3] = (3) (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">The hair is a wig, it appears to have been constructed from JOSSICK'S HAIR (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>[1d4] => [4] = (4) (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>[1d4] => [4] = (4) (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Nullar makes a disgusted face. "Man, I thought I told you heros don't have to have hair," she says, giving up on the whole stealth thing since it appears Jack's found her anyhow. (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>((sorry about the rolls)) (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">Jack flinches...he apparently had NOT spotted you until you had spoken <font color='#008000'>** (26130) Jack <font color="#008000">pulls the wig off his head and places it in his Cloud modus. "IT_JUST_WAS_NOT_LONG_AND_HEROIC_ENOUGH" ** <font color='#008000'>** (26130) Jack <font color="#008000">picks up the umbrella and snaps it open, offering it to Nullar. "THE_SUN_IS_BRUTAL HERE. PROTECT_YOURSELF." ** (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>"What, are you trying to look like a troll anime character?" she asks, shaking her head emphatically. She looks at the umbrella warily, but steps closer and takes it, holding it in one hand and her hoe a little awkwardly in the other. She keeps both eyes very steadily on him. "Th... thanks." (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>"I think you look fine like this, you know," she insists stubbornly, lips pursed. (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">"OUR_IS_AESTHETICALLY_PLEASING_BUT_SINCE_LEARNING_OF_ITS_EXISTANCE_I_FEEL_LIKE_HAIR_IS_A_THING_ALL_TRUE_HEROS_MUST_HAVE." he insists (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">*OUR_SPECIES (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>"Well, I mean, you do you, but I think putting on a wig seems a little less sure of yourself than using an interrogative point here or there." (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">"IT_WOULD_HAVE_GROWN_IN. I_WAS_SEEKING_TO_MAKE_AN_IMPRESSION_ON_A_VERY_IMPORTANT_GUEST." <font color='#ff8000'>(26149) Nate (enter): 23:31 (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">[1d4] => [3] = (3) (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Null's already pretty flushed from the heat, but she finds herself blushing nevertheless, and hopes he doesn't notice. "Er.... wh.. who would that be?" she asks carefully. "I didn't mean to, uh, insult it or anything, by the way," she adds quickly. (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">"YOU_ARE_THE_IMPORTANT_GUEST_OF_COURSE." he motions towards the building in the distance. "I_PROMISED_YOU_A_TOUR_DID_I_NOT." (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Aaaand now she's full on maroon. She bites back the comment she had been about to add about how maybe using her friend's hair to impress her wasn't the beessst idea, and instead nods mutely. <font color='#008000'>** (26130) Jack <font color="#008000">begins to walk towards the building, seemingly unphased by the sun. The umbrella makes a cool spot of shade...for some reason the metal, wood and fabric, which are all a uniform black, seem supernaturally cool the to touch. ** <font color='#ff8000'>(26150) Rilset (enter): 23:39 (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">"YOUR_BLOODFLOW_IS_ELEVATED. A_GOOD_SPY_IS_BETTER_AT_STAYING_CALM." he says, looking back to her. "ARE_YOU_JUST_GOING_TO_STAND_THERE_AND_ENJOY_THAT_SLIMEBALLS_CORPSE_STINK" (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Nullar purses her lips at him. "I'm... not so good at the face to face thing, yet," she says defensively, and begins walking in the building's direction, making sure to keep him in her line of sight. She also monitors his proximity with her extra, and keeps on the lookout for other entities. She appears to be at least a little on edge. "Is that a thing all twinks can do, then, monitor biometrics?" (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">"ONLY_THE_ELITE_HAVE_TRAINED_THEMSELVES_TO_DO_SO. IF_YOU_ARE_WORRIED_ABOUT_YOUR_EYES_I_HAVE_GOOD_NEWS." (26133) CC [GM]: <font color='#ff0000'>. (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>"What are the base skills for that, then?" she asks, then, ".....Oh?" (26133) CC [GM]: <font color='#ff0000'>((sorry)) (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">"I_HAVE_CONSIDERED_THE_RULES_OF_THE_GAME_AND_DECIDED_IT_WAS_RATHER_UNFAIR_SO_I_DECIDED_TO_OFFER_YOU_A_WAY_TO_ONLY_LOSE_ONE_OF_YOUR_EYES_RATHER_THEN_BOTH." (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">"YOU_MADE_SCARLET_SHOW_HER_TRUE_COLORS_AND_I_CAN_APPRECIATE_THAT." (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>"Ehehehe. Her true colours? And, is that dealer's choice on the eye, or...?" (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">"THATS_ONE_OF_THE_TWO_CATCHES. THE_CHOICE_OF_WHICH_WONT_BE_YOURS_OR_MINE. AND_IN_EXCHANGE_WHEN_THE_TIME_FOR_CHOOSING_WHO_IS_NEXT_COMES_YOU_WILL_NEED_TO_PICK_ONE_HUMAN_AND_ONE_TROLL_WHO_ARE_CURRENTLY_ALIVE." (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Nullar frowns. "What's the next punishment, then?" she asks, not seeming all too impressed with this deal. (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">"OH_COME_NOW_WE_CAN_TALK_ABOUT_THAT_LATER. IT_WAS_GOOD_NEWS. WITH_NO_EYES_YOU_WOULD_BE_HELPLESS." (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>"That's fine, but I hope you know I can't make a decision like that without all of the information," she says, tone juuuust a bit snippy. "I, ah, appreciate the, ah, 'generous' offer, don't get me wrong, but you do have to understand that would put me in hot water with two people rather than just one." <font color='#ff8000'>(26152) Vejant (enter): 00:00 <font color='#ff8000'>(26139) Pellok (exit): 00:00 (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">"HMM_THIS_IS_TRUE. BUT_I_CANT_JUST_GIVE_IT_TO_YOU_FOR_FREE_THAT_WOULD_BE_RATHER_UNFAIR. DO_YOU_PROPOSE_SOMETHING_ELSE_THEN." (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>"Maybe we could do two punishments on one asshole?" she offers, and gives a small shrug. "I don't know, I'll think on it, how much time do I have to come up with something?" (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">"HMM_I_LIKE_THAT_BUT_NO_THE_PACING_IS_IMPORTANT." he muses for a moment as they approach the building. "HOW_ABOUT_THIS. WHAT_ABOUT_YOU_JUST_OWE_ME_A_FAVOR_LATER. IT_WONT_INVOLVE_HARMING_YOUR_FRIENDS_I_CAN_PROMISE_YOU." (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">"IT_IS_NOT_IN_THE_SPIRIT_OF_MY_GAMES_BUT_I_THINK_I_LIKE_YOU_MORE_THEN_THE_OTHERS_SO_SCREW_THEM." (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Null grits her teeth to try to keep from blushing and is mostly successful, probably. "A favour? That's nicely abstract and far off in the future, I won't feel quite as bad about that," she admits, mulling it over. "What happens if you have your way and stop the cycle? Would everyone who hadn't offed themselves already due to stupidity still live, or...?" She trails off for a moment before mumbling a, "Th-thanks by the way." (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">"EVERYONE_WHO_SURVIVES_SURVIVES. WHY_WOULD_I_CARE." he stops as they reach front of the sandstone building. Carved into the sandstone are the words WELCOME TO THE TEMPLE OF LEFT OR RIGHT in alternian and english <font color='#ff8000'>(26140) Nate (exit): 00:13 (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>"Hmm. Or, what if, it's one punishment on one person, but I'm the one who has to do it? And, if I don't, then we both get it? That makes it interesting, don't you think?" She reads the sign, and attempts to figure out if the building and the inscription are a game construct or a newer addition from Jack's hand. (What would I roll for this?)) (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">"I_LIKE_THAT_ITS_VICIOUS." (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">(roll investigate) (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>[4df+2] => [0,1,0,-1,2] = (2) (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">This is a construct added by Jack (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">"I_WONT_MAKE_YOU_DO_THAT_BUT_IF_YOU_VOLUNTEER_TO_DO_IT_IN_MY_PLACE_IT_WOULD_WARM_THE_COCKLES_OF_MY_PUMPBISCUIT" (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>'Cockles... pumpbiscuit?' Nullar mouths, making a face, then gives him a grin that's all fang. "Well, it'd be a mercy, really. I think a delimbing from a friend is a little nicer, don't you think? And besides, if I'm going to do you any favours, I'd rather it be because you made a good case for it rather than that I owe you anything." (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">"I_WAS_ATTEMPTING_TO_USE_TROLL_LANGUAGE." (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Nullar tries, and fails, to stifle a giggle. "Oh." (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">"DO_I_AMUSE_YOU" (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Nullar looks at him with one raised brow. "Is that a bad thing, if you do?" she asks carefully, a bit of a smile still lifting the corners of her mouth. (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">"MY_SINCERE_HUMOR_METRIC_IS_ONE_OF_MY_DUMP_STATS. APPARENTLY_SCARLET_DID_NOT_LIKE_THAT." (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Null smiles widely again when it's a little more clear he isn't going to gut her for laughing. "You don't have to be sincere to be cu-- I mean, funny. Besides, she's missing out, I assure you," she says brightly. (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>"So, uh... right or left?" she asks quickly, to change the subject, before she starts blushing again. (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">"DESPITE _MY_LACK_OF_SINCERITY_I_AM_STILL_QUITE_CUNNING." he assures her. "THIS_IS_NOT_FOR_YOU. INSIDE_ARE_A_SERIES_OF_LEFT_OR_RIGHT_CHOICES. I_BUILT_THIS ESPECIALLY FOR BALISH." (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Null considers that for a moment then bursts out laughing. "Oh, so it's a torture chamber then basically, huh?" she asks, quite amused. "He thinks he's king of the third way out, that's for sure." (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">"AND_THIS_IS_TO_TEACH_HIM_THE_ERROR_OF_HIS_WAYS." (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>"He'll get stuck at the first one!" Null chortles. (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>"Probably try to drill through the wall or something." (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Laughing at Balish too long means thinking about him too hard, and she finds herself scowling all of a sudden. (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">"AND_THAT_WILL_BE_HIS_END." <font color='#ff0000'>Game disconnected! (26138) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>"The walls are trapped, then? And, I assume there has to be traps for if he stays in one place too long, too." <font color='#ff8000'>Locating server at 97.107.130.187:6774... <font color='#ff0000'>Failed to connect to game server... <font color='#ff8000'>Locating server at 97.107.130.187:6774... <font color='#ff0000'>Failed to connect to game server... <font color='#ff8000'>Locating server at 97.107.130.187:6774... <font color='#ff8000'>Game connected! <font color='#ff8000'>(26157) Nullar (enter): 00:35 <font color='#ff8000'>(26121) O</a>ri</a>on</a> (enter): 00:35 <font color='#ff8000'>(26061) CondorDM (enter): 00:35 <font color='#ff8000'>(26146) vetus (enter): 00:35 <font color='#ff8000'>(26134) NapalmMoose (enter): 00:35 (0)  Server Administrator -> You have connected to an OpenRPG</a> server, version '1.8.0', named 'Unshaped'.<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//IETF//DTD HTML//EN"> <font color='#ff8000'>Moving to room 'WoH: Nullar Is Missing'.. <font color='#ff8000'>(26157) Nullar (enter): 00:35 (0)  Server Administrator -> <!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//IETF//DTD HTML//EN"> <font color='#ff8000'>(26130) Jack (enter): 00:35 <font color='#ff8000'>(26132) Doir (enter): 00:35 <font color='#ff8000'>(26133) CC [GM] (enter): 00:35 <font color='#ff8000'>(26135) Balish (enter): 00:35 <font color='#ff8000'>(26136) Sami (enter): 00:35 <font color='#ff8000'>(26138) Nullar (enter): 00:35 <font color='#ff8000'>(26147) Seriad (enter): 00:35 <font color='#ff8000'>(26149) Nate (enter): 00:35 <font color='#ff8000'>(26150) Rilset (enter): 00:35 <font color='#ff8000'>(26152) Vejant (enter): 00:35 <font color='#ff8000'>(26156) Sami (enter): 00:35 (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>(welp! sorry got d/c'd)) (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>"What, are you trying to look like a troll anime character?" she asks, shaking her head emphatically.

(26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>((ugh wrong c/p nice)) <font color='#008000'>** (26130) Jack <font color="#008000">walks to the wall near the door, his suit flashes as the circuitry springs to life...the wall pixelates revealing a staircase downward. "COME_LETS_NOT_TALK_ABOUT_UNPLESANT_PEOPLE. LET_ME_SHOW_YOU_MY_ROOM." ** (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Nullar nearly chokes on her own spit, but recovers quickly. "Y-your, uh, room, huh?" she repeats, her voice a little higher pitched than usual. "Sure, uh, that sounds, uh, reasonable.." (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">"YOUR_REACTION_SAYS_OTHERWISE. WHAT_IS_YOUR_CONCERN." <font color='#ff8000'>(26156) Sami (exit): 00:42 (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Null tries to run a hand through her hair to alleviate some nervous tension, but it's pretty much too tangled for that, and she just barely manages to avoid getting her fingers stuck. "Er, no, it's nothing, I've just, uh, only been in a couple other b-- er, people's, uh, hives before, that's all." <font color='#ff8000'>(26147) Seriad (exit): 00:43 (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">"NEVER_MIND_THAT" he starts to walk down the stairs...all around the path through the stairs is terrifyingly complex looking machinery. "I_GOT_THE_IDEA_OF_THE_CONSTRUCTION_FROM_LOTAC." <font color='#ff8000'>(26159) Heartless.</a> (enter): 00:45 (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Nullar tries to remember which land that was. "One of the human lands, right?" she asks. She forgets, momentarily, her whole 'keep both eyes on Jack' thing and begings lollygagging behind him, trying to get a good look at everything and ascertain what the hell anything does. (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>(would that be a crafts or lore roll, or...?) (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">That would be crafts (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>[4df+1] => [0,1,0,1,1] = (3) (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">The gears seem to run an elaborate diarama above with shifting walls, humanoid figures and changing lay outs. Judgeing by density of the machine work and the power that operates it, dropping through the floor the temple would be spectacularly fatal. <font color='#ff8000'>(26160) Sami (enter): 00:53 <font color='#ff8000'>(26135) Balish (exit): 00:54 (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">The staircase ends in a regal looking door. He grins as the door pixelates out of existance...inside is a sparsely decorated room dominated by a massive computer. The moniters of the computer display footage from 21 diffrent worlds, prospit and derse. There is no sign of a cacoon here, but there is a large tank of liquid here. A large incredibly comfortable looking leather chair stands in front of the computer moniters. <font color='#008000'>** (26130) Jack <font color="#008000">gestures to Nullar. "COME_ALONG." ** <font color='#ff8000'>(26159) Heartless.</a> (exit): 00:56 (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Nullar nods, and quickens her steps to catch up with him, a little distracted by everything going on around her. She nearly bumps into the back of him but catches herself just short, looking around his room. She purses her lips at the monitors, seeming an equal mix of angered by and jealous of the set up. (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">"TAKE_A_SEAT_GO_AHEAD_AND_TAKE_A_LOOK. I_AM_GOING_TO_TAKE_YOUR_EYE_YOU_MIGHT_AS_WELL_ENJOY_IT_WHILE_YOU_CAN" (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>"I hope you won't be offended when I fight you when it comes down to time," Nullar mumbles, "No hard feelings or whatever." She walks, nigh spell bound, and perches her bony butt on the very edge of the chair rather than making herself comfortable so she can be just a liiiiittle closer to the screens. "This is... everything, huh?" <font color='#ff8000'>(26136) Sami (exit): 01:03 (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">"THATS RIGHT" (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">Nullar, what screen will you focus on? (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Nullar looks out for the screen that her team is on, and, failing that, looks at one in the center. <font color='#ff8000'>(26138) Nullar (exit): 01:06 (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">The LOAAA screen is active...it looks like controls on the armrest let you change your vantage point...as well your temporal vantage point. Your danger sense is tingling a bit (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Nullar narrows her eyes at the screen, but keeps her full attention focused on Jack. She slumps a bit in the seat, attempting to look relaxed while getting ready to spring the fuck on up out of there at a moment's notice. (deceive [4df+1] => [0,1,0,1,1] = (3)) She fiddles with the controls to make herself look busy. (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>((attempting to locate the team, obvs)) (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">At this point in time? (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>There're TIME CONTROLS too?! (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">Yes indeed (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>[4df+1] => [0,0,-1,0,1] = (0) (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">What was the roll for (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>In that case, she'd probably be trying to peep as much of the future as she can, but she's probably not very good at the controls since that was a computers roll. P: (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">You manage to look considerable further into the future...the screen gets staticy the further you go. At the furthest point where you can still recognize things, you see your friend Vejant standing before a massive beast in what appears to be an amneotic sack, a terrified expression on her face.... (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">Jack uses his Time Skill (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">{4df+6] (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">[4df+6] => [1,-1,1,-1,6] = (6) (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">Jack has stolen some time from you...everything lurches further in the future for you as you hear the ticking of a clock (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">The chair's internal trap has already been sprung at this point in time. Roll physique please (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>[4df+2] => [-1,1,-1,-1,2] = (0) (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">Nullar your head has been snapped back in the chair by a metal band. Jack walks to the moniter, bringing up Prospit and adjusting the dials for the past...Balish appears on screen in his derse pajamas as he searches for the Tomb of Harold (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">*PROSPIT (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">"I_HOPE_YOU_ARE_READY. BALISH_HERE_IS_GOING_TO_MAKE_A_SIMPLE_CHOICE_OF_LEFT_OR_RIGHT. THAT_IS_THE_EYE_I_AM_GOING_TO_TAKE." (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00"> [S] => S Balish:Choose</a> (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">The conversation that Balish and PP had occurs at this point...You recall back then the strange sinking feeling you had (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>"Nice trick," she mumbles when she comes to, tensing and testing the strength of the restraints. "Dinner /and/ a show? how thoughtful," she snarks, unable to do much but watch. (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">Balish of course refuses to make the choice and in doing so chooses Both. Jack looks to you, a wicked Grin on his face. "IM_SORRY.YOU_OUGHT_TO_HAVE_BETTER_FRIENDS." (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>[1d10] => [10] = (10) (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>(agh!) (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Null swallows and attempts to put on a brave face. "Well, at least we don't have to worry about coming up with new arrangements," she says, her tone light, though she is shaking a bit in the chair. <font color='#008000'>** (26130) Jack <font color="#008000">grabs the umbrella he had walked you here with...He snaps the hand to the side,causing a wicked looking black blade to spring from the tip of the umbrella. "NOTHING_PERSONAL_SWEETHEART." ** (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">"rulesisrules.jpg" (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Can she access her capchalogue while restrained? To perhaps weaponize some items? (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">You can roll computers to attempt to do so (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Are her legs restrained? (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">Since manually accessing it is unlikely without special preperation (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">Nope, he legs are not, (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">her (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>"Of course," she says, too brightly, baring her teeth in fear more than grin. "Don't you have something for me first? Pain killers? Wood to bite down on? Heck, even a 'bon voyage, eyes' kiss would be nice," she titters nervously, trying to delay the inevitable. <font color='#ff8000'>(26166) Nate (enter): 01:36 (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">"I_SUPPOSE_I_CAN_DO_THAT_MUCH_FOR_YOU." (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">"youaskedforit.jpg" <font color='#008000'>** (26130) Jack <font color="#008000">uses his time skill again. ** (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">[4df+6] => [1,0,0,0,6] = (7) (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">Jack has stolen time from you and everything goes black. Your eyes have been stolen from you as well as the experience of losing them...you can sense someone is there using your psychic power, but you do not know who...or where you are. (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Is that a consequence? How's the pain level? (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Is she still restrained? (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">Nope, the only consequence is she has gained the Missing her Eyes aspect (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">And she is not still restrained (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Is she seated, then, or lying? (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">It seems that the full consequences and experiences of that event have been taken from you (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">She is seated (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Nullar reaches up, then, to feel where her eyes would be. No damage to the lids? Blood? (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">Touching the area around your eyes...they were not removed cleanly, you feel scar tissue and the remnants of the gel inside youe eyeballs still clings to your eyesockets. (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Nullar lets out a nervous, half-crazed laugh. She attempts to assess the damage and see if she has what she needs to prevent infection with her herbologist stunt [4df+4] => [0,0,-1,0,4] = (3) lore, though doing so blind may be impossible? (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">Nullar you think you will need banadages and certain healing herbs that you typically always carry with you (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>She opens her mouth to speak, but thinks better of it. She feels naked without any way to tell who's around her. At this point, she would like to sacrifice mental stress in order to gain better sense with her extra. (26130) Jack: <font color="#009b00">We'll stop there (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>Okay (: (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>gg P: (26130) GM: <font color="#000080">Sorry about the response speed at times (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>s'all good, it's late (26157) Nullar: <font color='#b00004'>thanks for running this for me! and being so understanding about the leave of absence hehe <font color='#ff8000'>(26132) Doir (exit): 01:58 <font color='#ff8000'>(26152) Vejant (exit): 01:59 <font color='#ff8000'>(26166) Nate (exit): 01:59 <font color='#ff8000'>(26130) GM (exit): 02:01 <font color='#ff8000'>(26150) Rilset (exit): 02:02