Uplift RPG Session #46

let us Begin again, after the festive mission Martaues returned to the hospital!

Gator (GM): Match has returned to consciousness.

Martaues: ( Is it visiting hours now or did we just break in? )

Match: (I assume yall did it legally.)

Gator (GM): (visiting hours of course)

Martaues: ( Everything is legal as long as you don't get caught )

Match Looks around
Match: rolling 1d100 + 15
(100)+15= 115

Gator (GM): You see your snake doctor looking over papers.

Match: (waste of a good 100.)
"Doctor..."

Martaues: ( The very least we know your eyes haven't turned into jelly from the fires )

Gator (GM): You spy several papers detail the extent of your injury.

Martaues: ( If anything, it probably improved them )

Gator (GM): You appear to possibly lose your arms from tissue damage.

Match: "Oh gawd, my arms!"

Gator (GM): The snake notices you are awake! He asks how you are doing and how you feel.

Match: "I DONT WANT TO LOSE EM."

Martaues knocks on the door, hearing shouting from within

Match: "Doc PLEASE TELL ME I WON'T loose my DICK!"

Gator (GM): The doctor inmedately assures you your anrs and genitals will be fine. He shows signs of lying.
"Come in" he shouts to change the subject.

Martaues: ( Not even gonna ask about the knocked out pro-wrestler on the ground )

Match: "Martaues KILL ME! I'm going to lose my DICK and BALLS!"

Gator (GM): (couldn't find the token I wanted)

Martaues: ( A doctor? )
"I- I'm sorry, what?" Martaues asks, immediately confused upon entry.

Match: "Fire betrayed me! God hates me!"
"IM NOT GOING TO BE A MAN ANYMORE! KILL ME!"

Gator (GM): The doctor assures everyone that he'll be fine. He then immediately leaves.

Martaues: ( Did he leave the papers? )
( Slippin' slide snake aint got no hands to grab the papers )

Gator (GM): Sure, he left them on the nightstand.

Martaues: "Calm the fuck down!" Martaues shouts, grabbing the papers on the nightstand to read. "If you got the strength to be shoutin' like this, then I doubt you'll be losin' any of that."
( Read papers to confirm loss of weenus? )

Gator (GM): It appears he is just going to lose his arms and legs.

Martaues: ( All of them? )

Match: "Martaues, am I going to stay a man?"

Gator (GM): Yep. Extensive tissue damage. Either cut it or face infection.

Martaues looks at Match's burnt form and says "You're not gonna lose your junk... But it says your arms and legs are fucked up something proper... Say's only option is to cut them off or they'll start infecting your body.

Match: "..."
"Oh thank goodness my junks ok!"

Martaues: "Well, least you're taking it in stride. But as for your limbs, I don't know if the docs' here will give you any augments without gutting you of your wallet..."
"... I can probably get someone to set you up. But I'm glad to see you're no longer yellin' at me to kill you."

Match: "Everything is just FINE."
"I don't want to die anymore, I want TO MAKE OTHERS DIE NOW!"

Gator (GM): Match, you ten notice a man coming through the door.

Match: "Martaues who is this?"

Gator (GM): Neither of you recognize him.

Martaues: ( I dunno. Rolling memory to recognize one of the Mr. Colors here. )
( nvm)

Match: "GET OUT!"

Martaues: "Hey, you lookin' for some other room?"

Match tries to get up but has no energy or strength.

Martaues: "Hey hey hey, don't try it man. It's only gonna be causing you nothing but pain doin' that." Martaues says, turning back to Match.

Gator (GM): "No, no. I heard what you were going through and decided I had an offer." He says

Match: "THE FIRE INSIDE ME IS BURNING MORE THAN THE ONE ON THE OUTSIDE!"

Martaues: "... OK. Safe to assume you're not affiliated with the hospital or church of givin'. What's yer offer?"

Match gets up a bit to only be in pain and fall backs down.

Match: "Fuck the CHURCH!"
"GOD hates me!"

Gator (GM): "I've come into a large amount of regenerative technology but I need someone to scout it out."
"It's a simple mission: Go to a place and make sure no one is going to oppose me taking control."

Martaues: "And if there is?"

Gator (GM): "while you are there you can restore your friend here."
"Persuade them not to rebel."
"I can iron out the details,just make sure they will listen to a new command."
Brb for a sec

Match: "Praying does nothing priest man! I pray for dad to die and i took 6 YEAR AND THEN THINGS WENT BAD!"

Martaues: "Fine. But I want guarantees that the tech works. No 80% or 99% chance of success, I want it being a 110 chance of working. He's already fucked enough as is."
"And under whose name should I tell them not to rebel?"

Match Begins to muble under his breath.

Match: "...Ugly...No one will date... dad was right..."

Gator (GM): "let's go with Enoch. You'll find the place outside of Bergin, it's a development named Ever Eye springs."
"how much drugs did they give him?" He asks and points at match.

Match: "AND I WILL BURN DOWN EVERY CHUCH I SEE GOD!"

Martaues: "Painkillers, but he just woke up. Don't know if he needs to be topped off; the slimy snake doc ran out when he woke up."

Match: "THE PAIN ON THE INSIDE IS WORSE!"

Gator (GM): "Yeah, probably should double it. I'll be around."

Martaues: "And hey; you're still good, man! People'll just find... a charm in your scars, or something, y'know?"

Match: "I HAVE NOTHING! Nothing to make the scars chaming!"
"I live in a TRAILER!"

Gator (GM): The snake doctor returns with needles.

Martaues: "Ya got... pride, man! Ya carry yourself on everything else you do, ya just shit on yourself 'cuz of your fuckups. And you!" Martaues says, pointing a metal finger at the snake. "Give 'im more painkillers till he's no longer hurtin', doc. I gotta go get somethin'."

Gator (GM): "Well, I wasn't but since you asked..." He says sarcastically

Match: "NO!"
"I'M IN PAIN ON INSIDE!"
"I NEED TO FIX INSIDE!"

Gator (GM): The doc stabs Match with several injections. "Yeah, we got stuff for that." He says

Martaues: "Cause of what? Yer father and mother? Cause of the trailer you live in?"

Gator (GM): "We'll fix all the insides, yes." He says as stabs him with a painkiller right in the chest.

Match: "Dad was right, I'm a mentally derainged faggot!"
"WHY DIDN'T MA ABOUT ME WHEN SHE HAD THE CHANCE!"
"Cause with each year I kept disappointing them!"
"School, friends, intrests!"
I couldn't even get into my farther shoes!"

Martaues: "Dammit Match, you remember what I said when we were at the mountain? I said I 'ppreciate you bein' here, and whatever yer parents thought wasn't worth shit. It's a cheesy as hell line, but ya gotta let go of the past, man. It's done with."

Match: "HOW CAN I GET PAST THAT THEY WERE RIGHT!"

Match reaches for anything he can and starts throwing it around.

Martaues: ( With what, his teeth? )

Match: (lamp, pillow, food tray...)

Gator (GM): "Try ignoring them, that's what I did with my parents." He jams another needle into Match's back.

Martaues: "... What can you do for them to be wrong?"

Gator (GM): "Well, I enrolled in medical school." The doctor says as he jams in another.

Match at this point passes out from the drugs.

Martaues: "Not you, dammit!" Martaues yells

Gator (GM): "He enrolls into medical school?" He says injecting something into his neck.

Martaues: "Shit..." Martaues mutters, running his non-augmented hand through his hair. After a quick minute of looking at the floor, he asks "You got a pen and paper?"
( Does the doctor possess a parchment and a writing tool in which I can inscribe a message intended for viewing whilst I am away on important business, as to avoid conflicting thoughts regarding my sudden disappearance? )

Gator (GM): He points to the nightstand drawer
Brb

Martaues takes out a blank sheet and a pen, then writes "Out to get something for your arms. Got some stuff at the mall from an earlier job; hope you like it. Well here you go. - Mart". He places the note and the three music boxes and red ring he got from the mall, hoping it helps calm him down.

Martaues hastily scribbles in "^ and your legs" to correct himself.

Gator (GM): The nosey doctor speaks.
(sorry)

Martaues: ( What? )

Gator (GM): "ah, how about you take Mr. match with you? He is all shot up to travel."

Martaues: "You just don't want 'im here, do you?" Mart grunts. Sighing, he says "Going to need a wheelchair or something."

Match: (Match is not his real name, should I tell you his real name?)

Gator (GM): "and I'm not just saying that because he is uninsured, undocumented, and we have a shortage on beds.

Martaues: ( Don't think you've had him tell anybody his real name. )

Match: (ah.)

Martaues: "And how much is the charge?"

Match: (I had like 13000 payed.)

Martaues: ( Oh OK good )

Gator (GM): "Oh, don't sorry about that right now."

Match: (You had him confused with a different psycho nomed Lighter.)

Gator (GM): "Oop, times up, I must be doing my rounds." The snake says as he wanders off.

Martaues: "Aint even gonna fuckin' help me put him in a wheelchair..." Martaues mutters as he carefully grabs Match and carries him to the wheelchair in the room.

Match: (Howq about you roll the chair to him first?)

Martaues: ( ... I'm not a smart person )
( Am I in the process of moving him, is he on the wheelchair, or can I cancel out of the action and move the chair there? )

Gator (GM): To late! Your horrible augmentations move him to the chair before you have time to reconsider!

Martaues: "... Should've thought this through more." Martaues mumbles.

Gator (GM): Proceed for the long trip to Bergin?

Match: (yeah.)

Martaues: ( Yep. )

Match: (wait, wasn't match suppose to stay for suit man to work on him?)

Martaues quickly grabs the note and items left on the nightstand, putting them in Match's lap for when he wakes up.

Martaues: ( Right, forgot. He did say he'd be around. And he gave me no way to contact him. )
( But we're essentially being kicked out. )

Match: "Uhh..."

Gator (GM): (API is messing up, could you put your token down gaven?

Match: done

Gator (GM): Also, phone.

Match notices the stuff on his lap.

Match Pick up the music box and starts whining it up.

Gator (GM): Oh yeah, that thing.

Martaues: "Eh, you're awake. Hospital pretty much asked us to leave. The guy we were talking too offered somethin' to heal your arms and legs... Don't know what's gonna be happening, so will you be cool with hanging out here while I get it all done?"
( Can he move his arms? )

Gator (GM): You have arrived at ever eye estates. It's a ghost town.

Match: "It's fine... and thanks."

Gator (GM): (sure, he can't feel much with them but they can work)
This area, you had to go around police block stands at the end of the road, there are many houses here but a layer of blown in dust makes them all seem abandoned.

Match looks at the ring, not putting it on thinking it wil rip the skinon his finger.

Martaues: "Cool, cool... Don't want you getting shot at. There's two other boxes there and a ring. Hope you like it, man... Merry Christmas, or happy... Life Day, if you're into that." Martaues says as he walks off to investigate the town.
( Rolling perception to check for any signs of life. )
rolling 1d100+25
(18)+25= 43

Gator (GM): You find slot of trash in the homes but the cold in each on suggests no one has been her for awhile.

Martaues: ( What's the circle object? )

Match: (Manhole.)

Gator (GM): It appears to be a manhole.

Martaues: ( Aaaand who's the chick with the shield? )
( Assuming Mart doesn't see her, but, her being on the map and all )

Gator (GM): Someone Match noticed comes creeping out of a window and sneaking up on him!
(I searched for bum and this was the only result)

Martaues: ( Am I able to be made aware of him or is Mart's discovery of the hobo reliant on Match? )

Gator (GM): You missed her, Mr peepers.

Match: (what is match wearing? I s it still hospoital clothing or is he naked cause all of his clothing got burned.)

Gator (GM): Well, obviously the hospital clothing.
Because players never think about that.

Match tries to ignor the bum.

Martaues: ( I really wish I gave you a gun, but I passed the 10mm to Fred during the whole banshee business. )

Gator (GM): The bun is getting closer...

Match: "PLease go away, I have nothing.)

Martaues continues investigating the empty houses, his attention now focused on the manhole.

Match Wind up the music box again, waiting for it to play something.

Martaues: ( well, I guess since Mart is blind and stupid, can I look at the manhole? )

Gator (GM): Sure!
It appears to be a bronze manhole. Abit unusual.
The bun says to Match "it's mine!"

Martaues: ( Is Mart able to hear that? )

Gator (GM): Roll perception.

Martaues: rolling 1d100+25
(54)+25= 79

Gator (GM): Yes, you hear her talking to Match.
The bun also grabs the music box and with a wezzy laugh tries to take it.

Match: "IT'S MINE YOU BUM!"

Gator (GM): Strength off

Martaues draws his rifle and storms the side of the building where he heard the voice. With a shout, Martaues yells "HANDS UP! NOW!"

Match: rolling 1d100 + 40
(8)+40= 48

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+10
(39)+10= 49

Match: (...)

Gator (GM): Despite Olympic strength, it is not your day.

Match: (I was lit on fire.)

Gator (GM): I bet that happens all the time.

Martaues: ( Roll intimidation at the bun bum with screaming and gun pointing? )

Match: (Match is defanently going to detour to burn chuches now.)

Gator (GM): The straggly hack wrestles the box from you and tries to hobble away!
Sure, scream roll!


Martaues: rolling 1d100+25
(66)+25= 91

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+10
(95)+10= 105
Apparently the street person. Who has 6 stat points has found unnatural ability.

Martaues: ( Well. Dern. Guess I'll just have to sever her legs with a flachette. )

Match: (what could go wrong with that?)

Martaues: ( Nothing personal, it's just that the music box was worth some $10 and I fully intend to reclaim it. )

Gator (GM): She is hobbling in defence.

Martaues: ( Yeah, I'm sure it'll be fine. Roll to shoot her leg? )

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+10
(34)+10= 44
Bring the mach2 steel justice rain upon her.

Martaues: ( See, I would feel bad about it, but she took a wheelchair bound, burnt rat's music box. That's just a dick move. )
rolling 1d100
(58)= 58

Match: (seroiusly, shooting her might be bad.)

Martaues: ( Well fuck, I wish you didn't cut out like that, because I already rolled. )
( Did I cut out of the game for a moment? Because both of you disappeared for 10 seconds or so )

Match: I think everyone cutted out.)

Gator (GM): I did?

Martaues: ( Yeah. )

Gator (GM): Well you didn't cut out on my end. Although you did earlier
Anyway, abuse of the elderly and or infirmed derelicts!
You shoot the wrecht right in the calf and she flops on the ground with a thus.
Ah, roll damage.

Martaues: ( Already made my terrible mistake and only just remembered that shooting someone in claim of self-defense probably wouldn't win me any favors with the suitted-man )
( Oh joy. )
rolling 8d10+80
(1+9+4+1+6+7+8+3)+80= 119
( Wellp. I made my bed of broken glass and nails and intend to sleep on it. Hopefully I can at least cover it up or mitigate whatever problem may arise. )

Gator (GM): Yep, that severally damages her leg.

Match Wheels over and picks up the music box.

Match: "Thank you Martaues."

Martaues: ( It's still on though, right? )
( She'll probably be fine then )

Gator (GM): Besides her screaming and writhing, the town is again quiet.

Martaues: ( Aaaand I don't have any bandages or medic bags. )

Match Wheels over to Martaues.

Gator (GM): That's what she gets for stealing.

Martaues: "You OK? What happened?" Martaues asks Match, shouldering his rifle.

Match: "... Realizing that now I'm ugly AND weak."
(ShouldI have ax hp after doc?

Martaues: "No no, c'mon man, let's not get into that now. You just need to rest a bit 'til I get the stuff, then you'll be on your feet. And the fire didn' make you ugly, OK?"

Match: "I'm losing my arms and legs, I'M WEAk!"

Gator (GM): (+20 hp.)

Martaues: "H- Look, look. For the moment, then you'll be alright." Martaues says. Looking at the rabbit, Martaues says "You. How many others are here?"

Match: "Zero."

Martaues: "You sure about that? There's a sewer over there. If any more are hiding here, they'd be in there. Or watchin' us now."

Match: "Why am I here, I can do nothing."

Gator (GM): "I just want in." She says,"When I got here they had all left."

Match: "Could of bought a hotel room AND LEAVE ME THERE!"

Martaues: "Truth be told, it's because the hospital wanted to kick us out but couldn't find a good enough reason to. And... dammit, I really need to think these things through more." Martaues tells Match.
"... OK. So, you are all that's left?"
rolling 1d100+25
(97)+25= 122

Gator (GM): The bum goes ranting about how the hospitals treat the uninsured.
She explains that there was a cult operating here based on regenrsting and eternal life pursuits

Martaues: "And you were lookin' for eternal life?"

Gator (GM): An accident happened that got the government's attention and they did a raid of the place.
She was more focused on the regeneration. Apparently she is literally a vagrant that heard the rumors and arrived to a empty subrub.
She has been squatting here since.

Martaues groans and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Well... You've been helpful so far."

Martaues: ( Do I got the suit's number? )

Gator (GM): Keep in mind this explanation is mixed with screams of pain and angry ranting.
No.

Martaues: ( Sack of shit. )

Gator (GM): He said he'd be around. In your line of work that usually means he'll turn up eventually

Martaues: ( So I have to camp out here then and/or return to the hospital? )

Gator (GM): She says from her research she believes telhere are people underground.

Match: "So, I'm suppose to just wait up here while YOU DO EVERYTHING!"

Martaues: "I- Look, I didn't know there'd be this much crap here. Thought it'd be a check in, check out type deal. And because I'm without communications with the guy I'm at the mercy of him appearing and actually giving a fuckin' helping hand!"

Match: "THINGS ARE NEVER SIMPLE OR GOOD!"

Gator (GM): (yes, one bun bun with lucky rolls, what opposition!)

Match: "THINGS ARE ALWAYS HORRIBE!"

Martaues groans. "Fuck it. Guy said he'd be around, didn't say where. He wants to check in, then he has to find me. So fuck it. We're going back to the hospital. And... goddamit, I can't be doing this. Rabbit. Your other leg good?"

Match: "I just want to be home and just wait for Death to drag me to hell!"

Gator (GM): The lady says her other leg is good and says she absolutely isn't going anywhere with you.

Match: "WELL I DON't WANT EVIL RABBIT IN GROUP!"
"AND I PAID ALL MY MONEY AT DOCS AND THEY KICK ME OUT!'

Martaues: "You shut the fuck up! I'm sick and tired of havin' to tell you each and every time you ask for yourself to die that I don't want you to die! Every fuckin' time! What do I gotta do to get it through your thick fuckin' skull to get you to understand that I. Don't. Want. You. To die!"

Gator (GM): She blames you both and doesn't like either of you, as you shot her.

Match Runs over her hand with a wheelchair

Martaues: "And don't think I forgot about you either, you thieving fuck! Either you come with me to get your goddamn leg healed, or I leave you here for it to bleed out and for you to loose your fuckin' leg!"

Match: "OH MARTAUES HOW INCONSIDERATE OF ME! LOOK AT ALL THE THING I HAVE TO LIVE FOR!"

Gator (GM): She agrees, then she jumps Match intending to push him out of his chair.

Match: "IT'S NOT LIKE I HAD A HORRIBLE CHILDHOOD SPENT YEAR IN LOONY BIN, HAVE NO SMART, NO HEALTH NOW!"
"NO MONEY, NO GOOD LOOKS, NO GOD THAT LOVES ME!"
"MY DAD WAS RIGHT!"
"MY DAD WAS ALWAYS RIGHT!"
"AND THE MOMENT I GOT THE BALLS TO KILL HIM THE HOUSE BURNS DOWN!"

Gator (GM): The bum points out that his whining really is getting annoying.
She tries to throw you from your chair.

Match: "FIRE STOLE MY KILL! BUT I THOUGHT IT WAS MY FRIEND THAT HELPED ME!"

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+10
(24)+10= 34

Martaues: "Because, guess what?! Neither of us got any bandages or drugs to pass around like fuckin' happy pills to make everythin' hurt just a little bit less! And all I'm hearing from you is how you don't got shit! What about shit you want, huh?! It's the same goddamn thing over and over again! My dad this, my mom that, I like fire but I also don't like it! Come the fuck on!"

Match: "IM NOT EVEN SUPPOSE TO BE HERE! I BROKE OUT LOONY BIN!"

Gator (GM): (I'm not even supposed to be here today!)

Martaues: "WELL AINT THAT REAL OBVIOUS?!" Martaues shouts
( I'm just rollin' with what's goin on. )

Match: "..."

Match rolls off.

Martaues: ( And he's rollin' on outta here )
"Hey. Hey! Where are you going?!" Martaues yells.

Match: "HELL!"
(I mean, mathc has like -130% mp.)

Martaues: "The Hell you are!" Martaues shouts, running after the wheelchaired-rat.
( Oh yeah, no, he has pretty good reasoning to be on the edge and pissed )
( Mart's just pissed from one thing going to another and eventually boiled down to 'fuck it, I'm shouting at everyone' )

Gator (GM): The old lady requests you just put a sock in his mouth and to proceed to the hospital.
Also, it's fire time match.
Where's the fire match?

Match: (I have nothing to burn stuff with.)

Gator (GM): You said there would be fire match!
This is the worst birthday party match!

Martaues: "I'LL SHOVE AN ENTIRE CATALOG OF CLOTHES DOWN YOUR MOUTH IF YOU DON'T SHUT IT EITHER!" Martaues yells

Match: "FIRE IM SORRY!"
"PLEASE I DON'T WANT TO FAIL YOU!"
(looking for stuff to help fire.)
rolling 1d100 + 15
(82)+15= 97

Martaues: "... Fuckin' dammit." Martaues mumbles, only now recalling he's been shouting at a guy who just dealt with his entire skin being set on fire.

Gator (GM): And a homeless lady he crippled

Match: ( i didn't cripple her!)

Gator (GM): You find some rangs and dry grass.

Martaues: "Shit, shit, shit shit."

Match: (rangs?)

Martaues: ( Roll to intervene? )

Gator (GM): (rags, phone dming)

Match: (Tackle or run up to him.)

Gator (GM): Sure.

Martaues: ( Tackle a wheelchair-bound rat who's entire body is burnt skin )
( I've made at least 10 mistakes today, and 11 is just a bit too much at the moment. )

Match gets stick from the pile and starts rubbing them together.

Gator (GM): Restrained blow if there ever was.

Match: rolling 1d100 + 40
(22)+40= 62

Martaues: ( Was mainly planning to grab the wheelchair and roll him away from the stuff )
( And/or swat the stuff out of his hands )

Gator (GM): Yeah, that sounds about right.

Martaues: rolling 1d100
(4)= 4

Gator (GM): Well, roll to melee

Martaues: ( Uh. )
( Yeah, so add a +35 )

Gator (GM): Ah, that is a crappy roll.

Match: (dodging)

Gator (GM): Well, he did roll higher

Match: rolling 1d100 + 45
(98)+45= 143

Martaues: ( M-masaka! He's fast! )

Gator (GM): So we can assume he did it before you got to him.
He just bam, fire.

Match: (Use your brain, match has low mind.)

Martaues: ( inb4 a roll of 1 )
"Match! MATCH! Stop, stop, look! I'll get you back to a hotel room or a doc to help the insides not hurt! But you got to drop the fire crap, now!"
rolling 1d100+25
(7)+25= 32
( For fucks sake you sack of shit )

Match: rolling 1d100 + 15
(9)+15= 24

Martaues: ( What is wrong with todays rolls? )
( Did we roll all of the good dice at the beginning? )

Gator (GM): It's discount day, all rolls are half off!
Still, your words reach Match's control center and he does not feel compulsion to listen to the voices.

Match: "I... Disappointed everyone, might as well disappoint fire."

Gator (GM): I mean, he could still start a fire but only if he wanted too.

Martaues: "Dammit, dammit... I'm sorry man, I'm sorry. Look, I'll get you feelin' better, OK? C'mon..." Martaues says. "And hey. No good way to carry you, so you'll have to piggyback or something..." he says to the rabbit bum.

Match throws away the stuff. just now sitting idle.

Gator (GM): She grumbles so loudly it sounds like gruggling

Martaues: ( Don't even know what that is. )
( Alrighty. Drop off bun at the hospital, cover her charges, then get Match to a therapist to help with his MP? )
( Then revisit the hospital to find the suit-cunt? )

Gator (GM): Loud grumbling, obviously, and certainly me not making things up.

Martaues: ( How much is fixing the hole on her leg and whatever "extra" she demands for not ratting me out for shooting her in the leg? )

Match: (She is a bum, id leave her at the town.)

Martaues: ( Fair enough, but I really don't want any sort of law enforcement getting on my ass now. )

Gator (GM): Back at the hospital you drop off the bun. Her bill forthcoming. A therapist runs Match through so e excercisrs to try to calm down.
You find the man back in the halls.

Match: "Martaues..."

Martaues: "Yeah, man?"
"Look, the guy here will try to help you out, but you gotta let him, alright?"

Match: "Okay."

Gator (GM): The man approaches and asks if the mission was complete

Martaues: "OK... He'll try to make your insides not hurt... I'm going to go talk to the guy promisin' to help your... outsides not hurt."

Match: "Thank you Martaues, Im... happy with you."

Martaues: "... That's good to hear, man. I'll be back soon. Just... do whatever the guy asks, alright? I'll be back in a bit."

Martaues leaves for the hospital and finds the man. "A number to contact you would've been a whole lot of help." he states bluntly.

Martaues: "But, yes. There was a bum there. Rabbit girl. She said there was a group there looking into regeneration and... living forever and all that, but they were gone before she showed up."

Gator (GM): "That's the point. If you need to talk to me and I'm not there then I don't want to be disturbed.

Martaues: "Relying on a 'I'll be around' is a poor form of business regarding contracting. Regardless, no signs of life on the surface. The rabbit says she believes there to be more people underground, in the sewers beneath the manhole most likely."
"It is doubtful they'll be as persuasive and will need to either be disabled or removed."
"If they're there."

Gator (GM): "you did not check the sewer?
He asks?

Martaues: "Escorting the bleeding rabbit and raving comrade took priority. The hospital staff practically asked us to leave or be removed."
"And: I wanted to renegotiate regarding the task at hand. The objective will most likely go beyond checking the area out and persuasion."

Gator (GM): "very well."
Says the man.
"what do you want?" He enquires

Martaues: "If there are remnants in the sewers and refuse to leave on behalf of your name, I'll rid them. Otherwise, the deal will remain as is. But if it gets to the point of conflict, I require funds to assist in the recuperation of my friend and paying the informant I previously mentioned."
( Any rolls I should perform regarding this deal? )
( Really I'm just throwing in the 'I want to renegotiate this deal because now it'll involve shooting up a secret club', because then it'll look less stupid than saying 'Because I'm not entirely a heartless cunt and wanted to bring back the rabbit bum I shot to the hospital to heal her and the rat to an actual therapist because I was too retarded to leave him to the trust of one before leaving.' )

Gator (GM): (ah, that is cleverl. Roll persuade)

Martaues: rolling 1d100+25
(95)+25= 120
( JESUS CHRIST IS HERE )

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+35
(83)+35= 118

Martaues: ( HALLELUJAH )

Gator (GM): Welp, he agrees.

Match: (Praise the creator1)

Gator (GM): He says he'll order his doctor to tend to your friends. That should keep them from red tape.
He says on the topic of ridding people... He asks if you have heard of Man-made Morrigsn.

Martaues: "Thank you. I'll return upon confirmation of the sewers being safe for your arrival."
( Have I? )
"I cannot recall if I have."

Gator (GM): No. It's an EO legend.
He explains.
4 centuries back there was an apparent serial killer who was invincible.
They said he his body was laced with brass and he healed from wounds as fast as he was injured.
He believes that Morrigsn was buried in the lot he just sent you to look into.

Martaues: "... And what could have killed him? Or at least, put him in a comatose state to be taken in by a cult?"

Gator (GM): The legend says they just buried him, they didn't say if they killed him.
He believes Morrigsn must have stumbled onto some relic that gave him these abilities and he wants it.

Martaues: "Hm. I'll try to find some way of confirming him being there, then."
"Is there anything else I should be aware of?"

Gator (GM): He says he has no info besides that.

Martaues: "OK. I'll return after the job is done."
( Leave for the sewers? )

Gator (GM): He says he'll be around with extra emphasis, to upset you.
I was thinking of wrapping it here.
I got to get bizay

Match: See ya.

Gator (GM): Hope you guys had a fun session!

Martaues: OK. Don't feel right not having Match do something with me, but is a quadropled disabled and I really don't like my chances with him in a gunfight. )

Gator (GM): As you battled the homeless lady with 2 in each stat.

Martaues: She had it coming

Match: Yeah.

Gator (GM): Well I tried rail roading you into bringing him along. That's your fault!
We talked tactics with gaven, we came up with the throat lunge and such.
He can still fight!

Martaues: I mean, I still have a Unnamed Science Gun from the train job

Match: No.

Martaues: Have NO idea what it does or if it's dangerous or not, but I'm sure he'd be fine with it

Gator (GM): Ah, I didn't know about the science gun. What does that do?

Martaues: I dunno, it's unnamed and I got no idea what it does
I forgot to check it out with a fence or contact when I could

Match: If your giving it to me let Gator come up with what it does,

Gator (GM): You didn't have an idea what it does?

Martaues: I found it in a box with the nuclear-weapon gold bars in a train cart and took it with me
But then I found out how powerful the Magnetic rifle was and just stuck with that then ever testing out the science gun

Match: I did, but I don't want something I made being given to my character.

Gator (GM): Oh that's what you meant.

Martaues: More of a joke, because if I was serious I would have handed it to you and that bum would never be a problem

Match: Yeah.

Gator (GM): Take that, poor person!

Martaues: Again, asked for i t
A S K E D
F O R
IT

Match: She did.

Gator (GM): It's true. I've noticed the quickest way to provoke players is messing with their stuff.

Martaues: Wasn't even mine, I just didn't want her potentially holding Match at gunpoint for his goods

Match: She was stealing from a mentally and phyiscally disabled rat.
and also ugly.

Gator (GM): Okay when you put it like that it does sound more one sided.
Anyway, I'm going to have session next sat as well. I hope you guys sruvive the week!

Match: also xp

Gator (GM): Oh yeah! Let's see.

Match: FUG, I FORGOT THE XP LAST TIME
So add 25 to yall characters

Gator (GM): Whoop whoop

Martaues: 45 left

Gator (GM): Does the bum count as a rescue?

Martaues: Karmatically, it evens out

Gator (GM): True

Martaues: Future tech and all, her leg should be just fine
Though... They'll probably fix everything else wrong with her and add it to the charge, which would be covered by the suit-guy, so if anything, we helped her out more by shooting her in the elg.
*leg

Gator (GM): We are in Eo for this one. She is in crutches

Martaues: Well it's not a miracle product

Gator (GM): True. Also the man has no incentive to help her St all.

Martaues: But eventually she'll be K
By that point, I'd be well out of dodge

Match: She's homeles, shes fucked
And who cares about her.

Gator (GM): Anyway, 25 xp. Found someplace new, over came in obstacle
Exactly.
Okay, I gotta roll guys.
I'll update you later, okay?

Martaues: Maybe she'll find love in the hospital or something and rely entirely on the rich funds of a hot, muscular, possibly hispanic doctor

Match: k

Martaues: Because if Mexican soap operas have taught me anything, is that the best doctors are the magazine-cover ones
Anyway, you both have a good rest of the week