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EPISODE 1 TURN 11
The Explorers:
Generic actions:
<H>elp the yelling shipmate
<U>se stairs
<U>se Temporal rifts
<Dr>ink
QueenQuinlin: appears on the ship!
X'o'lore: Rather pissed that someone bled all over the floor on his day to swab the decks, he searched the ship. He did not find the person who bled all over the deck, but he got a good look at the ship.
Above decks: The deck has two more Fishing Poles and three more Muskets left strewn about, along with some Broken Barrel Bits. There's blood caked on the deck ((no shit sherlock)) and Spilled Brew collected in the crevasses. Night Lord stands behind a Fortified Seagull Dinner. There are others, and NPCs, but significance eludes them.
Cargo hold: The hull is in bad condition, all the cargo floated away, and water has poured in. On the stairs lay a briefcase with some Temporal Rifts in it.
ReallyCleanSocks continues to yell for help.
You continue to be affected by Fog.
Actions:
<Sw>ipe Agentcel's food
<A>sk around about the blood
<F>ashon the Broken Barrel Bits into Wooden Stakes
<Dr>ink
ReallyCleanSocks: yells for help. "YAAARRG!"
The Sleuths:
Mish42: You take a drink from a pocketed cup of rum and slip your legs into the Temporal Rifts, the strong current of time and space pulls you in.
You are one of the top Problem Sleuths in the city. Solicitations for your service are numerous in quantity. Compensation, adequate. It is a balmy summer evening. You are feeling particularly hard boiled tonight.
> look_
There's a Desk to the East with a Phone and a Gun sitting on it. On the West side of your office is the door. There is a safe on the North wall. On the East wall there is a window, it is the lone light source. There is a Wall Mural celebrating ethic diversity on the South wall, and a Coffee Machine in the SouthWest corner. There are some Temporal Rifts on the ceiling. |[Please note, This is a parallel Mish, he has different items, clothes, is not bleeding, and is male.]|
> _
The Rock Islanders:
Generic actions:
<T>ake a coconut from the tree.
<G>o down the stair case
<H>ead to the ship
<Dr>ink
Trireme: Now fully realising the boring-ness of the island, Trireme struts back to the ship.
Agentcel: Drinks
The Explorers
Generic actions:
<A>ssend
<D>esend (Where applicable)
<H>elp open door
<L>ook around for loot
<S>earch with light
<Dr>ink
Hlavco: 'Lavco smashes the hippy instrument against the filthy stone floor. HELL YEAH.
Illithid and Deku1234: search for more goodies. The light helps, but it's slim pickings. Ilithid finds a skeleton with half a bottle of Distilled Candy Corn Liquor in it, and Deku finds two Ewokian Sharp Rocks.
God: God decides to just fall down to the bottom. After about six minutes of falling he hits the bottom. The fall beats the crap out of him, which makes room for more liquor. +6!
There's a door down here, the inscription reads "Ooh Dis." Looks like it'll take two to open.
Having finally made it to my ship, I have a look around and see some muskets, blood, broken barrels, fishing-poles, and a whole lot of mess. Something in the back of my mind tells me that I should start the ship on fire... But failing to see any incendiary material discourages me from entertaining the thought for very long. Besides, all the water pouring in would dampen any attempt to set the ship ablaze.
I motion to take a swig of alcohol when something suddenly catches my eye. It appears that the ship has some sort of swirling temporal rift messing with reality. I've... never seen anything like it before. The dancing colors and refracting light emanating from this portal of sorts piques my interest. I decide right there and then that I wish to <u>se this temporal rift.
((I thought I had responded to this before, yet I'm not seeing my post. Hmmm. Well I'll just do it again.))
Shit scattered all over the deck, the hull is smashed to hell, the cargo's up an' runoft, somebody is probably bled to death by now and floated out to sea or something because I can't find them anywhere, most of the crew is off wandering god only know where- most of them pretty wasted, and I must be pretty damn out of it too judging by the crazy rift things I'm seeing on the stairs. Oh yeah. and there's some drunk guy out for a swim in that omninous fog.
...
FOG! THAT'S WHAT THAT STUFF WAS! I feel genuinely stupid for forgettin' that. Ah well. There's only one possible solution for all that ails me and its name is Ale.
<Dr>ink.
..And stumble out the gap in the hull and into the water. Not because the yelling pirate guy is gettin' annoying or nothin', but a swim just suits me right at this time. Also, those vortexes do be just a bit of the spooky, but if anybody asks you didn't hear that from me.
|[ You guys have some great comands this round, I'm gonna have fun with this! However since I didn't update during break, you'll all have to wait 'til next weekend; sorry.]|
I randomly <Ap>pear in a barrel of pure alcohol. Heaven knows where you found that stuff, but it was delicious. I'm to wasted to do anything else except drown in my own vomit.
On the wings of a pterodactyl I fall into the randomly appearing barrel of alcohol and swallow 2 gallons of the stuff and think I'm Donny Osmond.
<Dr>ink
Man that is good stuff.
EXPLORERS: Amoeba Boy: (Coconuts).045 Deku1234: (Fire, Shovel, Ewokian Sharp Rock x2).012 (HAND ON FIRE) Hlavco: (Sting).009 Illithid235: (N/A)sober (PEARL'D) Geoko: (Familiar: Carlyle).075 God: (Brightglasses).096 Melted JohnnyCake: (Tryforce of Courage).057 MrCheeze: (N/A).003 (ON FIRE) NoLonger: (N/A).054 Takeru: (N/A)sober Bob: (Staff of Charon)sober (IS PURE FIRE)
The Explorers
Generic actions:
<A>ssend
<D>esend (Where applicable)
<H>elp open door
<L>ook around for loot
<S>earch with light
<Dr>ink
illithid235: You descend, carefully not tripping over Mr Cheeze.
god: You look for Loot while chugging Grog. I would make a joke about Lutes, but I get punched enough, thank you.
You find nothing. [sad face]
THE ROCKERS: Hamlin: (Gold coins).024 Agentcel: (Musket).006
The Rock Islanders:
Generic actions:
<T>ake a coconut from the tree.
<G>o down the stair case
<H>ead to the ship
<Dr>ink THE GUARDS: Night Lord: (Cookware Seagull 5000™, Fishing Pole, Rotisserie Oven, Marinade Syringe, Plastic Mixing Bowl, Mixing spoon, Cup, "Kiss The Chef" Apron, Reinforced Seagull Feast).024 X'o'Lore: (N/A).045 Trireme: (Coconuts)sober QueenQuinlin: (N/A)sober ReallyCleanSocks: (Pushbroom).081 Grandbahamut: (N/A).003 Amazox: (N/A).003
The Explorers:
Generic actions:
<H>elp the yelling shipmate
<U>se stairs
<U>se Temporal rifts
<Sw>ipe Agentcel's food
<F>ashon the Broken Barrel Bits into Wooden Stakes
<Dr>ink
QueenQuinlin: You look around the edge of the ship, but you can't see very far. You could take your best guess on the sailor's direction and jump off with a flotation device, or you could spend a turn locating him Marco-polo style.
X'o'Lore: You take a swig of booze and walk into the open ocean. Because there's nothing quite as smart as drunken night swimming.
A pair of random pirates starts goofing out. The first, Grandbahamut, makes like a mime and motions like he's trapped in a barrel. Then he nurses a flask of whiskey, and yells that he's drowning. Amazox must have gotten pretty annoyed, because he pile drives Grandbahamut and screams "Donny Osmond disapproves!"
These two will either make this adventure more amusing, or unbearable.
Your sight continues to be affected by Fog.
THE SLEUTHS: Mish42: (???)sober Trireme: (???)sober
Trireme:You are one of the top Gumshoes in the city. You are at this very moment talking to a client about an urgent problem that requires sleuthing. You are feeling significantly more hard boiled than your two neigbors tonight.
> look_
On your desk there sits a Tommy Gun, a Telephone and a Business Card. In front of you is the Door (hmm, the Window's pealing off again.) On the north wall there are busts of Huggy and Hutch, and on the south wall is the small Ethnic Mural you had placed to block your rival's snooping hole.
Mish looks around the room, disgruntled from finding himself in this same office another late night. The coffee pot smells of stale cold coffee, and the gun on the table reminds him just how sick of work he's been lately. He mindlessly pockets the gun and glances at the mural on his office wall; with a sigh of regret for this awful night, he wanders over to the window to look out at the city.
"Wonder what new problems will be birthed after tonight?" he mumbles in a husky voice.
Oh, and the staircase situation can get a little confusing, so here's a quick and accurate chart. Each step Represents about thirty feet, and takes one turn to travel. The best part? It's a mono-chrome bitmap!
After getting into the water to take a swim I recall that I am apparently some sort of fish-man and can breathe under water. There was something about talking to fish as well I think but that seems stupid. Like auquaman stupid.
Regardless, the water feels nice. I consider diving down and getting away from the fog, but it really doesn't feel like a good idea. Instead I decide that if I'm a merman then their might also be mermaids and I should look for them.
Of course I have no idea where they'd be. Maybe that guy that was yelling before knows something I don't. I think I'll go <H>elp him find some of these mythical sea-wenches.
Comments
EPISODE 1 TURN 11
The Explorers:
Generic actions:
<H>elp the yelling shipmate
<U>se stairs
<U>se Temporal rifts
<Dr>ink
QueenQuinlin: appears on the ship!
X'o'lore: Rather pissed that someone bled all over the floor on his day to swab the decks, he searched the ship. He did not find the person who bled all over the deck, but he got a good look at the ship.
Above decks: The deck has two more Fishing Poles and three more Muskets left strewn about, along with some Broken Barrel Bits. There's blood caked on the deck ((no shit sherlock)) and Spilled Brew collected in the crevasses. Night Lord stands behind a Fortified Seagull Dinner. There are others, and NPCs, but significance eludes them.
Cargo hold: The hull is in bad condition, all the cargo floated away, and water has poured in. On the stairs lay a briefcase with some Temporal Rifts in it.
ReallyCleanSocks continues to yell for help.
You continue to be affected by Fog.
Actions:
<Sw>ipe Agentcel's food
<A>sk around about the blood
<F>ashon the Broken Barrel Bits into Wooden Stakes
<Dr>ink
ReallyCleanSocks: yells for help. "YAAARRG!"
The Sleuths:
Mish42: You take a drink from a pocketed cup of rum and slip your legs into the Temporal Rifts, the strong current of time and space pulls you in.
You are one of the top Problem Sleuths in the city. Solicitations for your service are numerous in quantity. Compensation, adequate. It is a balmy summer evening. You are feeling particularly hard boiled tonight.
> look_
There's a Desk to the East with a Phone and a Gun sitting on it. On the West side of your office is the door. There is a safe on the North wall. On the East wall there is a window, it is the lone light source. There is a Wall Mural celebrating ethic diversity on the South wall, and a Coffee Machine in the SouthWest corner. There are some Temporal Rifts on the ceiling. |[Please note, This is a parallel Mish, he has different items, clothes, is not bleeding, and is male.]|
> _
The Rock Islanders:
Generic actions:
<T>ake a coconut from the tree.
<G>o down the stair case
<H>ead to the ship
<Dr>ink
Trireme: Now fully realising the boring-ness of the island, Trireme struts back to the ship.
Agentcel: Drinks
The Explorers
Generic actions:
<A>ssend
<D>esend (Where applicable)
<H>elp open door
<L>ook around for loot
<S>earch with light
<Dr>ink
Hlavco: 'Lavco smashes the hippy instrument against the filthy stone floor. HELL YEAH.
Illithid and Deku1234: search for more goodies. The light helps, but it's slim pickings. Ilithid finds a skeleton with half a bottle of Distilled Candy Corn Liquor in it, and Deku finds two Ewokian Sharp Rocks.
God: God decides to just fall down to the bottom. After about six minutes of falling he hits the bottom. The fall beats the crap out of him, which makes room for more liquor. +6!
There's a door down here, the inscription reads "Ooh Dis." Looks like it'll take two to open.
The Stats!
THE GUARDS:
Night Lord: (Cookware Seagull 5000™, Fishing Pole, Rotisserie Oven, Marinade Syringe, Plastic Mixing Bowl, Mixing spoon, Cup, "Kiss The Chef" Apron, Reinforced Seagull Feast).024
X'o'Lore: (N/A).042
Trireme: (Coconuts)sober
QueenQuinlin: (N/A)sober
ReallyCleanSocks: (Pushbroom).081
THE SLEUTH:
Mish42: (???)sober
THE ROCKERS:
Hamlin: (Gold coins).024
Agentcel: (Musket).003
Slick: (Fishing Pole, Dead Fish).075
EXPLORERS:
Amoeba Boy: (Coconuts).045
Deku1234: (Fire, Shovel, Ewokian Sharp Rock x2).012 (HAND ON FIRE)
Hlavco: (Sting).009
Illithid235: (N/A)sober (PEARL'D)
Geoko: (Familiar: Carlyle).075
God: (Brightglasses).093
Melted JohnnyCake: (Tryforce of Courage).057
MrCheeze: (N/A).003 (ON FIRE)
NoLonger: (N/A).054
Takeru: (N/A)sober
Bob: (Staff of Charon)sober (IS PURE FIRE)
|[ Sorry Geoko, but blame Mario for not telling you about this thread... yes, blame Mario. <_<
>_> ]|
I motion to take a swig of alcohol when something suddenly catches my eye. It appears that the ship has some sort of swirling temporal rift messing with reality. I've... never seen anything like it before. The dancing colors and refracting light emanating from this portal of sorts piques my interest. I decide right there and then that I wish to <u>se this temporal rift.
Shit scattered all over the deck, the hull is smashed to hell, the cargo's up an' runoft, somebody is probably bled to death by now and floated out to sea or something because I can't find them anywhere, most of the crew is off wandering god only know where- most of them pretty wasted, and I must be pretty damn out of it too judging by the crazy rift things I'm seeing on the stairs. Oh yeah. and there's some drunk guy out for a swim in that omninous fog.
...
FOG! THAT'S WHAT THAT STUFF WAS! I feel genuinely stupid for forgettin' that. Ah well. There's only one possible solution for all that ails me and its name is Ale.
<Dr>ink.
..And stumble out the gap in the hull and into the water. Not because the yelling pirate guy is gettin' annoying or nothin', but a swim just suits me right at this time. Also, those vortexes do be just a bit of the spooky, but if anybody asks you didn't hear that from me.
am I allowed to do this?
((Hopefully, though, not you, with the age thing.))
<Dr>ink
Man that is good stuff.
((you should really update this))
EXPLORERS:
Amoeba Boy: (Coconuts).045
Deku1234: (Fire, Shovel, Ewokian Sharp Rock x2).012 (HAND ON FIRE)
Hlavco: (Sting).009
Illithid235: (N/A)sober (PEARL'D)
Geoko: (Familiar: Carlyle).075
God: (Brightglasses).096
Melted JohnnyCake: (Tryforce of Courage).057
MrCheeze: (N/A).003 (ON FIRE)
NoLonger: (N/A).054
Takeru: (N/A)sober
Bob: (Staff of Charon)sober (IS PURE FIRE)
The Explorers
Generic actions:
<A>ssend
<D>esend (Where applicable)
<H>elp open door
<L>ook around for loot
<S>earch with light
<Dr>ink
illithid235: You descend, carefully not tripping over Mr Cheeze.
god: You look for Loot while chugging Grog. I would make a joke about Lutes, but I get punched enough, thank you.
You find nothing. [sad face]
THE ROCKERS:
Hamlin: (Gold coins).024
Agentcel: (Musket).006
The Rock Islanders:
Generic actions:
<T>ake a coconut from the tree.
<G>o down the stair case
<H>ead to the ship
<Dr>ink
THE GUARDS:
Night Lord: (Cookware Seagull 5000™, Fishing Pole, Rotisserie Oven, Marinade Syringe, Plastic Mixing Bowl, Mixing spoon, Cup, "Kiss The Chef" Apron, Reinforced Seagull Feast).024
X'o'Lore: (N/A).045
Trireme: (Coconuts)sober
QueenQuinlin: (N/A)sober
ReallyCleanSocks: (Pushbroom).081
Grandbahamut: (N/A).003
Amazox: (N/A).003
The Explorers:
Generic actions:
<H>elp the yelling shipmate
<U>se stairs
<U>se Temporal rifts
<Sw>ipe Agentcel's food
<F>ashon the Broken Barrel Bits into Wooden Stakes
<Dr>ink
QueenQuinlin: You look around the edge of the ship, but you can't see very far. You could take your best guess on the sailor's direction and jump off with a flotation device, or you could spend a turn locating him Marco-polo style.
X'o'Lore: You take a swig of booze and walk into the open ocean. Because there's nothing quite as smart as drunken night swimming.
A pair of random pirates starts goofing out. The first, Grandbahamut, makes like a mime and motions like he's trapped in a barrel. Then he nurses a flask of whiskey, and yells that he's drowning. Amazox must have gotten pretty annoyed, because he pile drives Grandbahamut and screams "Donny Osmond disapproves!"
These two will either make this adventure more amusing, or unbearable.
Your sight continues to be affected by Fog.
THE SLEUTHS:
Mish42: (???)sober
Trireme: (???)sober
Trireme:You are one of the top Gumshoes in the city. You are at this very moment talking to a client about an urgent problem that requires sleuthing. You are feeling significantly more hard boiled than your two neigbors tonight.
> look_
On your desk there sits a Tommy Gun, a Telephone and a Business Card. In front of you is the Door (hmm, the Window's pealing off again.) On the north wall there are busts of Huggy and Hutch, and on the south wall is the small Ethnic Mural you had placed to block your rival's snooping hole.
> _
Mish42:
> _
"Wonder what new problems will be birthed after tonight?" he mumbles in a husky voice.
Regardless, the water feels nice. I consider diving down and getting away from the fog, but it really doesn't feel like a good idea. Instead I decide that if I'm a merman then their might also be mermaids and I should look for them.
Of course I have no idea where they'd be. Maybe that guy that was yelling before knows something I don't. I think I'll go <H>elp him find some of these mythical sea-wenches.