Pete's first shadowrun adventure: Tierra madre

[Joose]

Pete, make a Recover from Hangover roll and stamp on the fingers of this cliffhanger.

peeeeeeeeeeete! Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeete!



/waits for "You all wake up DEAD!"

[HereComesPete]

For fucks sake, I just got in from work etc etc

I forgot big blue book of notes so I can't waste time in work updating because I can't remember what happens next. I shall do this first thing tonight though.

[HereComesPete]

Right, things are happening. Hold onto your frilly knickers girls!

Definitely definitely not using the pm's thing again. Downtime and such is fair enough but fucking hell it's messy. I could do with more space for pm's, and for the delete all button to fuck off and die.

[Grimmie]

May I suggest making a Gmail account you can check easily?
It threads email conversations, which should make things more managable.
If you need an invite for one, prod me.

[Joose]

The pm's thing was interesting, and seems to have worked quite well, but I dont think I am going to be using it for my own games any time soon. Looks far too much like hard work.

[HereComesPete]

May I suggest making a Gmail account you can check easily?
It threads email conversations, which should make things more manageable.
If you need an invite for one, prod me.

I are got one. Didn't really think about using it. The pm's thing is a mess purely because I clicked delete all more than once and it b0rked.

I'll put a few select ones up after the run finishes so you can see more build up.

[Joose]

Can I let go of my knickers yet?

[HereComesPete]

Not just yet. you grip those frillies a leetle bit more.

[Roman Totale]

Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeete

[HereComesPete]

I'm home! Filled with beer and curry and back at my desk mother bitches!

Right after an interminable period of time, Everyone who's currently unconscious make another willpower test please!

[Dog Pants]

Willpower 6

2, 5, 4, 5, 3, 6: 3 hits.

[Roman Totale]

5, 1, 6, 2, 6, 2: 3 hits.

[HereComesPete]

Roman - you wake slowly into darkness, a dull throbbing in your head from the affects of the house and with a slight pain in the side of your neck where you've been injected. You can tell you're cuffed and hooded and there's a sensation of constant movement. There's a voice you can just about hear.

We don't carry hot drinks, we do have some bottles of hypo-tonic juice. They don't taste too bad and definitely help after a burst of action.

Of course if you're really desperate just get some when we drop you off, you'll be moving a lot faster than us to the rv so you'll have plenty of time.

Pants - When you open your eyes with a groan you find yourself with gravel digging in to your back and the rain still pouring down around you onto what seems like a white plastic tent.

You're staring through a set of heavy plastic goggles, with a strange hood tight around your head and a pipe in your mouth. As you blink and look around you can see down the barrel of a large bore assault rifle, it's pointing at your face from a distance of a few feet away.

Beyond it is a guy in heavy armour, it's dark blue and has a badge clipped to the chest. He sees you move and says in a harsh electronic voice

El tee, we got another waker.

He slings his gun, leans in to you and pulls you up. Then he starts dragging you toward the tent door.

Piece of advice, don't even try thinking about doin' magic, that hood you're wearing will fuck you up permanently if you do. Of course you can try if you want, it's fun to watch.

As he leans in you hear the faintest gurgle of noise from his helmet. He stops moving, then looks back at you

Drek, you ain't getting no luck today. The el tee wants a word with you, turns out the hippies ain't talkin!

He drags you back the way you came, toward the other end of the tent.

Deject - need roll please. Joose - got your roll fanks.

[Roman Totale]

Where am I? What happened back at the mansion?

[HereComesPete]

Roman -

Ah, we have a winner! I wouldn't have thought the distinguished lady in the wicca robes would return faster than the others but there we go.

My good woman, you are currently being whisked away from a situation that for those left behind and alive will be quite unpleasant. Whilst you may be hooded and bound this is merely a precaution. These will be removed once we reach our destination.

He pauses for a second.

As for what happened at the mansion, you know more than I do at this point in time. We were outside an extremely powerful magical barrier attempting entry. It came down as a result of inside actions.

You can hear him walking around as he's talking, his feet heavy on the floor. He seems to stop and turn toward you, his voice getting slightly louder.

I suggest that you rest until we reach our destination, you've had some healing courtesy of my mage and some drugs that should help reduce the nausea over time. They'll work faster if you just sit back. I don't know you to trust you but I'll re-cuff you with your hands in front of you so it's a bit easier to sit back.

He leans in and you can feel him reaching behind you, a few clicks and clacks later, you're hands are in front of you.

[HereComesPete]

As he moves away

Juice?! You mean I went through all that and I don't even have a brew available for my troubles? Fuck it, I guess I should outrun you kids so I'll grab one on the way to the rv.

Your choice. Don't be late. Blake will throw a track if you arrive after we do.

...A few minutes pass...

...The movement stops...

Here we are. Just remember to be there on time or you don't get your bonus.

There's the sound of slamming doors and the movement starts again.

[Dog Pants]

'El heet. I 'ood oo rid a 'uckin 'oke.

[Roman Totale]

Very well then, my thanks. I have no reason to trust you either, but I'm still alive so I suppose that counts for something.

Before I rest, can you tell me if the Wiccans in the mansion made it out alive?

[deject]

I am in Vegas at the moment. I will roll in a bit.

[deject]

righto, Willpower (3): 6, 4, 5: 3 hits.