Conversation with firstname.lastname@example.org at 8/21/2011 8:22:26 PM on email@example.com/ (jabber)
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(8/8/2011 9:20:29 PM) Mike Hammmond (James D): OK, does it look like we can open it from the inside? If not, can Judy reach into it and force it?
(8/8/2011 9:23:03 PM) GM (Brad): There's a k-chunk from the other side of the door as it opens. On the other side was just a push bar. "That strikes me as a bit unsecure, yes?"
(8/8/2011 9:23:08 PM) firstname.lastname@example.org: Looks like team 2 has the door covered. team 1 can get back to searching.
(8/8/2011 9:23:22 PM) Chris: "Fire safety laws. All doors have to be instant-open from the inside."
(8/8/2011 9:24:24 PM) email@example.com: "And thankfully for us they haven't terrorist-proofed the entirety of Manhattan since 9/11. Yet."
(8/8/2011 9:25:42 PM) GM (Brad): Ferra shudders a bit at the mention of 9/11, "Terrible thing, that. Anyway, our way is clear."
(8/8/2011 9:26:17 PM) firstname.lastname@example.org: perception by 3, SecSys by three. What's worrisome on the other side of the door?
(8/8/2011 9:27:27 PM) Anya (Christy): (hello?)
(8/8/2011 9:28:06 PM) GM (Brad): Steps that might be just a smidge under code. No cameras that you can see in the stairwell.
(8/8/2011 9:29:06 PM) GM (Brad): (GM on stiff keyboard without infitnite typing speed to begin with. Patience grasshopper. )
(8/8/2011 9:29:36 PM) Anya (Christy): (yah yah how long does that take?)
(8/8/2011 9:29:36 PM) edorries: (Snatch the space bar from my hand . .. . )
(8/8/2011 9:30:17 PM) Mike Hammmond (James D): (I'm a bit puzzled about what's going on... are team 1 and team 2 basically together except for the astral barrier, or are we in different parts of the building? I though the plan was to send in the astral team until we found something)
(8/8/2011 9:31:12 PM) email@example.com: Team 1 & team 2 are separate. 2 is staging a bit so we don't have to do all this breaking-and-entering when things blow up for team 1
(8/8/2011 9:31:20 PM) GM (Brad): (It was my understanding that the teams were to be splitting ... but that could just be me. Otherwise, there's little point for anyone to have worried about the door because minimal TK from the otherside would tend to the doo. )
(8/8/2011 9:32:09 PM) GM (Brad): So Team 1 is blazing the trail for Team 2?
(8/8/2011 9:32:43 PM) Mike Hammmond (James D): (OK. So team 1 is poking around but hasn't found anything yet, and team 2 is breaking into things on spec in case it speeds things up for later, it sounds like)
(8/8/2011 9:32:57 PM) firstname.lastname@example.org: Pretty much.
(8/8/2011 9:33:43 PM) email@example.com: (I'm a little better at breaking and entering, Mike's a bit better at broken and entered)
(8/8/2011 9:35:23 PM) GM (Brad): Okay. The sub-basement is deep into the building's foundations, so the structural concrete work is pretty much the only 'active' element.
(8/8/2011 9:36:04 PM) GM (Brad): The sub-basement is all AC, elevator gear, plumbing and waste handling (including a very large trash compactor)
(8/8/2011 9:37:19 PM) GM (Brad): The 'map' that you guys had that lead you to the person you were tracking leads to the NE corner ... the trash compactor.
(8/8/2011 9:37:51 PM) firstname.lastname@example.org: (Queues up an appropriate macro to text judy.)
(8/8/2011 9:38:17 PM) Mike Hammmond (James D): Well, it could be that he ditched pretty much everything in the trash, and we're picking up that; or there's a secret access back there
(8/8/2011 9:38:28 PM) Chris: Heather mutters something about "the detention level..."
(8/8/2011 9:38:43 PM) Chris: Then adds, "Or it's a trap."
(8/8/2011 9:39:44 PM) email@example.com: "THAT would be in accordance with our wyrd."
(8/8/2011 9:40:08 PM) Mike Hammmond (James D):
Concealment: Skill: 3d6 = 9, Success by 7 against a 16 (4, 2, 3)
(8/8/2011 9:41:18 PM) GM (Brad): Nothing seems hidden around or outside the compactor, no bombs or the like ... inside the compactor, though ... you find a shoe. And there's a food in it.
(8/8/2011 9:41:22 PM) GM (Brad): foot
(8/8/2011 9:41:40 PM) Chris: Is there a leg connected?
(8/8/2011 9:41:54 PM) edorries: Um. I guess I don't see the ex-owner of said foot hovering around, do I?
(8/8/2011 9:42:27 PM) GM (Brad): Foot bone's connect to the ... leg bone ... leg bone's connected to the ... hip bone ...
(8/8/2011 9:42:37 PM) GM (Brad): No sign of a ghost down here , Judy.
(8/8/2011 9:42:57 PM) firstname.lastname@example.org: Ow, no shin bone or knee bone?
(8/8/2011 9:43:01 PM) Chris: Invoking deathsight. Man done been murdered?
(8/8/2011 9:43:15 PM) Mike Hammmond (James D): Are we talking an actual human corpse, or most of one? Or is this another golem-y sort of thing?
(8/8/2011 9:43:23 PM) edorries: Possibly not here, just dumped here.
(8/8/2011 9:43:40 PM) Anya (Christy): Lets nt touch the crime zone
(8/8/2011 9:43:48 PM) GM (Brad): Very murdered. Heateher gets a short, brutal flash off of the body.
(8/8/2011 9:43:59 PM) Chris: Anything in it to ID the killer?
(8/8/2011 9:44:23 PM) GM (Brad): An actual human corpse. With nice shoes, and a suit.
(8/8/2011 9:44:36 PM) GM (Brad): Can't tell much without getting the body out of the compactor.
(8/8/2011 9:47:59 PM) Mike Hammmond (James D): Judy's got enough TK to do that, question is whether that's a good idea
(8/8/2011 9:48:01 PM) email@example.com: Well, the spectral folks can poke around a bit. In a dark trash compactor, in a dark sub basement.team 2 will catch up eventually.
(8/8/2011 9:48:30 PM) edorries: Hmm. <get flashlight out of purse>
(8/8/2011 9:50:38 PM) Mike Hammmond (James D): so, possibilities... A) this was the person who wrote the instructions, egged on the golemist, etc. but someone has taken them out of the picture. B) This was someone set up to take the blame. C ?
(8/8/2011 9:51:17 PM) Anya (Christy): c) not being here when this is discovered
(8/8/2011 9:51:39 PM) firstname.lastname@example.org: C) this is the body the mastermind was in at the time of scribing the instructions, and he's now out and about in a new chassis. (ew)
(8/8/2011 9:52:22 PM) Mike Hammmond (James D): Also a possibility
(8/8/2011 9:52:25 PM) GM (Brad): Ferra: How does that tracking spell work?
(8/8/2011 9:52:59 PM) edorries: Oh, I don't like that one. Ick.
(8/8/2011 9:53:17 PM) Chris: I'm with the ghost. Ick.
(8/8/2011 9:53:38 PM) Mike Hammmond (James D): We could phone in an anon tip about a body in the trash, and have the spectral folks watch the cops work
(8/8/2011 9:53:52 PM) email@example.com: "Mine? Skipping the long explanation, it boils down to the first law of thaumaturgy."
(8/8/2011 9:53:56 PM) Mike Hammmond (James D): (Possibly involving one of our more in-the-know friends if we can leverage it)
(8/8/2011 9:54:07 PM) Chris: Sure, I know someone.
(8/8/2011 9:55:06 PM) GM (Brad): Ferra nods, "So probably the first and possibly the third option then. Unless somebody could re-route the link and the only way I know to do that involves some heavy re-Naming."
(8/8/2011 9:55:32 PM) Chris: "And anyone capable of -that- is pretty damn scary."
(8/8/2011 9:55:51 PM) firstname.lastname@example.org: "yeah, lets have the professionals root through the crime scene, and alert our pals in the annoying cases division. Meanwhile, time to try tracing the guantlet again."
(8/8/2011 9:56:12 PM) Mike Hammmond (James D): Which implies that the actual mastermind is further up the chain, and trying to cut the chain before we can follow it. Damn Bosconians
(8/8/2011 9:56:29 PM) Chris: Heather nods, pulls out a cellphone, and places a call to a certain NYPD officer of her acquaintance. (I forget the name, RL, but from my initial scene...)
(8/8/2011 9:57:12 PM) GM (Brad): Ferra: Bosconians?
(8/8/2011 9:57:41 PM) GM (Brad): (Adam Blackmoore and Marian Whitehall )
(8/8/2011 9:57:56 PM) email@example.com: (Aww, Lensman didn't make itno modern memetic ritualisim)
(8/8/2011 9:58:42 PM) Mike Hammmond (James D): Lensman, classic space opera novels. Had, what, six or seven nested layers of secret criminal organizations nested like Russian dolls. The ultimate masterminds were nigh-omnipotent psychic horrors from another galaxy
(8/8/2011 9:59:37 PM) edorries: Mom wouldn't let me read those, or anything with a robot and a fainting woman on the cover.
(8/8/2011 10:01:41 PM) Mike Hammmond (James D): But that's your cue to quality escapist fiction :) Well, that or a rubber monster and a fainting woman. Anyway, you let your parents dictate what you read? I though you'd have read them out of sheer obstinance at that point :)
(8/8/2011 10:02:05 PM) edorries: Didn't say I didn't read it. Just saying Mom wouldn't let me. <grin>
(8/8/2011 10:02:15 PM) firstname.lastname@example.org: The covers had anything to do with the story? Ok, lets evacuate cautiously, and start working on Plan J
(8/8/2011 10:03:05 PM) edorries: I vote for Plan 9. Because it makes more sense right now. I'm hoping it's just flying pie tins.
(8/8/2011 10:03:52 PM) Anya (Christy): I vote for sleep
(8/8/2011 10:05:03 PM) Mike Hammmond (James D): So, the currently corporeal folks back out and get coffee nearby or something, while Judy, astral-Anya, and Astral-Mike hang around to see what the CSI folks pull out of the trash, literally
(8/8/2011 10:05:31 PM) GM (Brad): Lilith grins over to Judy, "That's Plan C. "How Much For Just the Planet", great book."
(8/8/2011 10:06:28 PM) edorries: "Going to have to find a copy, then."
(8/8/2011 10:06:42 PM) email@example.com: I've stopped offering pie tins for Judy to play with. She never takes the pies out first.
(8/8/2011 10:06:58 PM) Mike Hammmond (James D): We've already had to act like we're in some bizarre farce once this summer; let's hope that's our quota
(8/8/2011 10:07:06 PM) GM (Brad): Lilith: What's the fun of an empty pie pan?
(8/8/2011 10:07:17 PM) edorries: "Yeah, but you thought it was great when I freaked out Uncle Pedro with it."
(8/8/2011 10:09:28 PM) GM (Brad): Okay, so. Police are called, a patrolman comes around (eventually) to check it out and Homicide is called in along with NYPD's CSI division.
(8/8/2011 10:10:45 PM) firstname.lastname@example.org: "My neighbors believe in UFOs, alligators in the sewers, and guardian angels shaped like those cement cherubs back at the landscaping yard. The pie tins were easiest to procure"
*sigh* ONE of these days I am going to get that man nailed down long enough to be exorcised. Or laid to rest. Or finally set on the path to resolving his post mortality issues."
(8/8/2011 10:11:17 PM) edorries: "This is like that Law & Order show that's always on TV. I mean, ALWAYS."
(8/8/2011 10:12:45 PM) email@example.com: "Donk-donk"
(8/8/2011 10:14:04 PM) Mike Hammmond (James D): Hang around close enough we can see and if applicable hear; but don't be *too* obvious and try not to walk through anyone, there's a small chance someone here might be sensitive
(8/8/2011 10:14:08 PM) GM (Brad): And the GM's going to call it here. Need to get some spefics in line for the findings, etc and it starting to overheat a bit even under the AC.
(8/8/2011 10:15:04 PM) Anya (Christy): I could share
(8/8/2011 10:15:32 PM) Anya (Christy): niht night
(8/8/2011 10:15:53 PM) Chris: It's been fun
(8/8/2011 10:16:12 PM) edorries: Reminder: I'm probably out Sunday.
(8/8/2011 10:16:34 PM) GM (Brad): I'll get those logs off to you soon as I can get them sucked down and cleaned up a little.
(8/8/2011 10:16:40 PM) Mike Hammmond (James D): 'night all.
(8/8/2011 10:16:45 PM) Chris: Thanks
(8/8/2011 10:17:14 PM) firstname.lastname@example.org: Understood
(8/8/2011 10:17:31 PM) Chris: Do we have webspace for the campaign?
(8/8/2011 10:17:36 PM) Chris: And do we want it?
(8/8/2011 10:18:28 PM) GM (Brad): I keep meaning to put up a page ...
(8/8/2011 10:18:47 PM) Chris: I have space I'm doing very little with... could throw a wiki up
(8/8/2011 10:19:23 PM) GM (Brad): Possibly.
(8/8/2011 10:20:17 PM) Chris: I'll see what I can do and get you a link in the next couple days, then
(8/8/2011 10:23:46 PM) edorries: <wavewave> Night, all!
(8/8/2011 10:24:02 PM) email@example.com: Night!