SnD- Stage 3-9: Practice Makes Perfect Scores

Previously, on Shiokaraiken

Rosalinda :
My life is goood again : D

Ladd:
Doublemint twins! Sweet!

Ci:
I don't even exist in this universe!

Cheryl:
Bugger off, this is my fuckin' role.

Strider Azure:
...I'm Batman (D)
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Ladd: (( shit, I totally forgot what Charlotte was doing before ))
Rosalinda : (( she was coming to Cheryl's house ))
Rosalinda : (( will prolly take her a while ))
Ladd: (( right ))

Rosalinda :
Linda turns to Cheryl's TV. "Hey, you mind if I use your TV to check the news? Didn't have time to watch this morning."

Cheryl:
"Yeah, sure." Cheryl says, sitting in her usual seat with her feet up on the table, per usual.

Lyric:
*Continued from before* "Still, it's been a relief to be surrounded by people more trustworthy than the jaws of danger I've grown accustomed to since coming here..." Lyric fidgets around on her seat, taking a small sip of some liquid she doesn't know about

Rosalinda :
"Aight thanks." Linda uses the remote (or she just goes up to TV to change the channal if for some reason she doesn't have one...) to check the news. She wondered if anything interesting was happening last night or today.

Cheryl:
Cheryl looks over at Lyric, watching her casuall sip the alcohol, "...You sure you don't want some water or somethin'...? That shit's strong as hell.."

ThatBaka:
There's a whole lot of gossip over Sister Rosa still. Aside from that, last night there was a violent shootout at the Chinese Restaurant over in Chengdu, which was quickly taken care of by the police. Commentators note that while law enforcement has been improving, so has the rate of unprovoked violent crime. And in other news, the conclusion to the Rainbow Hearfillia vs Mahha Rider mini-series was widely panned, and Break-fest '99 is being hyped up as per usual, but the choices in bands have been widely questioned.

Lyric:
"I'm not sure what you *hic* mean..." Lyric begins to look a bit woozy. "Did you always have such amazing makeup skills...?"

Cheryl:
"Yes. Yes I have." Cheryl reaches across the table and casually yoinks the bottle away, "Aaaaaand...you've had enough for now."

Rosalinda :
"Oh wow, the police actually did something last night. A tad hard to believe..."
MarthTrinity is disconnected.

Ladd:
"Hmm, what's that stuff I had last time? Tasted mighty tangy, with the slightest hint of raspberry. Bitches love raspberries. Right?"
MarthTrinity has connected.

Rosalinda :
"...Still talking about Sister Rosa I see." Linda sighs as she proceeds to turn off the TV. "News these days..."

Ladd:
"Hmm, what's that stuff I had last time? Tasted mighty tangy, with the slightest hint of raspberry. Bitches love raspberries. Right?"

Cheryl:
Cheryl laughs, "So I take it you loved it then?" she asks with a grin.

Lyric:
"*Hic* And when did you start working out so much...? You're built like a sack of bricks....*hic*"

Ladd:
"Huh? Me?" Ladd takes a moment to ignore Cheryl's witty comeback and smarmishly flexes his muscles

Lyric:
"No, I meant the girl with the visor and donut hair there....*hic*"

Ladd:
*Falls down*

Rosalinda :
"Err....thanks?" Linda giggles nervously. "GUESS I'LL CHECK IF ANYTHING GOOD IS ON." Linda says as she turns on the TV, hoping to god an anime was on or something.

Cheryl:
"Donut hair. Shame I didn't think of that one during my nicknamin' phase."

Rosalinda :
"I get called that a lot. Still never changing it. : |"

Ladd:
Ladd gets up and rubs his forehead. "Gawd, you guys suck, y'know that?"

Cheryl:
"Only in your dreams, Laddy."

Ladd:
"and it just doesn't stop coming...."

Cheryl:
"Again, only in your dreams."
Thrice has connected.

Ladd:
Ladd pulls his hat over his face, utterly defeated.

Lyric:
"Haha! I...I get it! It's like...uh....actually I don't..."

Cheryl:
Cheryl laughs, "Maybe when you're older, Lyric."
Agi has connected.

Rosalinda :
"I thought she was the exact same age as you or something. :V"

ThatBaka:
The TV is showing a big basketball game and some reruns of Traveller: The Next Generation.
ThatBaka: (( but yeah I guess by now Charlotte gets here or something ))

Cheryl:
"Physically, yeah. Maturity wise? I'm still like twelve years down there, love." she says, her grin still present.
Agi: (( whoa, immediately? Kinda still need to get myself set up here, particularly in the bowels and aspirin departments ))
Lyric: (( whenever you can I guess ))

Lyric:
"Honestly, I'm not even sure how old I am. In the grand scope of things, I am what you would consider a 'baby.' It's a bother, but what can you do...*hic*"

Cheryl:
"You're only as old as you act, I guess."

Ladd:
"Old as I act...hah, that's what my dad says to me all the time. Well, not so much 'says' as it is 'bellow and wail" but...yeah." Ladd takes a seat back down. "You sure Buffy ain't on yet or something?"

Tiffany:
I guess it's about now-ish that Tiff finally gets around to Cheryl's house, bass slung around her shoulder, and knocks on the door.

Rosalinda :
"Nooopee. Just some Basketball game and I thiiinnnk Star Trek if you're into that kinda thing."

Cheryl:
"Must be Charlotte." Cheryl pauses for a second, "Also I just realized that bloody door buzzer isn't working again...bloody fuckin' 'ell..." she mutters to herself as she wanders over to the door and opens it.

Ladd:
"Bah, programming totally sucks at this hour...." The lad scratches his head through his cap. "I swear once I get to live in my own place again, first thing I'm investing in is cable."

Tiffany:
Tiffany nods at Cheryl as she opens the door. "Hey. Sorry I'm late, there are cameras -everywhere-... we're all set to go?"

Cheryl:
"...cameras?"

Tiffany:
"Nevermind. It's just getting tougher to find a place to change."

Lyric:
"Hello there Miss blonde scaryperson. I take it you are another friend of mi- I mean, Cheryl's? *hic*"

Cheryl:
"Ooookay then..." Cheryl steps aside and lets Charlotte inside, "Yeah, everything should be ready, I guess."

Ladd:
"Huh-heeeey! There's the Tiff Taff I knew! So, seems you were 'bout to get going, huh?" Ladd gets up, stretches, and puts his cap on. "Room left for one groupie? Promise I won't...shit, groupie is totally the wrong word there, backup, backup...."

Tiffany:
Tiff nods to Lyric, a bit surprised she's still here... especially with the other guy gone. "Yeah, I'm the bassist, name's Tiffany. And you're... what, her sister? Didn't realize she kept in touch." "Hey, Ladd! It's been a while, huh?"

Rosalinda :
"Soooo, when do we start?"
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Darius: (( Sorta forgot I was here, but I don't think there was any room for anything to happen anyway ))

Tiffany:
"Well, with Ladd's help getting the drumset over there, we should get to the usual spot a bit quicker than usual." However long usual may be.

Marian:
Marian shimmies on over to the lab. "So, is this where you usually keep all your goodies?" She stares intently at some of your valuable equipment as you presumably do more matinence work.
Darius: (( Oh wait. There was one thing. ))

Ladd:
"Heh, tell me about it. Cher here thought I was dead or something!"
Darius: (( ROSA. ))

Lyric:
"Hello, Tiffany! I am Lyric, and I am pleased to make your acquaintance!" She cheerfully gets up and shakes your hand with her two palms.

Ladd:
Ladd moves up and stretches. "Alright, let's get a move on then. Who knows how'd you get anywhere without a macho man like me around, right?" Ladd goes back into smarmish muscle (?) flexing mode

Cheryl:
"Yeah, yeah, just don't let all that 'muscle' go to your head."

Darius:
Darius looks over his shoulder as he apparently repairs a projector? All I can think of for matinee work. "Ah? Yep, most everything here was made by yours truly. It's all a testament to my skill. And it all cost a lot of money, so while you should feel free to look the gadgets over, maybe even test some of them out for me, please don't ruin any of them."

Tiffany:
"Whoa, easy there, that's my strumming hand!" Apparently she became a much better actor in the meantime, I guess. "But yeah, you all ready to head out then? Gotta get some serious practice in if we're going to win this thing."

Rosalinda :
"Yeah, lets."
Cheryl: (( AND SO, WE HEAD OFF TO WHEREVER WE WERE PLANNING ON PRACTICING AT. ))

ThatBaka:
And so you head off for the random shed near-ish the school. It's a dusty, dingy place, but it still works. And apparently you're not the only ones to make it there. In the corner is an...arcade machine? It's being played by some young girl. And dead in the center seems to be a the place of a total disaster.
Clockwork Angel: (( If I had to guess, it'd be that garage thing that spontaneously poofed into existence 15 feet above your house ))
Clockwork Angel: (( Whyi t's floating in midair, no one knows ))
Tiffany: (( Oh not that chump again (D) ))
Tiffany: (( You may want to rephrase/clarify that last statement ))
Lucy: (( I will in a moment- ))
Tiffany: (( I have no idea what a the place of a total disaster means ))
Clockwork Angel: (( Walpurgisnacht is a ? ))
Cheryl: (( Indoodle ))

Lucy:
Dead in the center is a young man absolutely covered in the shattered and burned remains in a drumset. Two sets of drumsticks are on fire, and the white haired duder is totally toppled over.

Rosalinda :
"Hey it's that one guy!"
Cheryl: (( Move Warraaaaaaaaaaa ))

Lucy:
It seems Lucy is looking from the sidelines, mildly impressed by the performance, and clapping.
Cheryl: (( Danke ))

Rosalinda :
"Oh hey Lucy, what are you doing here?"

Tiffany:
"...great, so what happened here?" She looks over at Lucy, slightly bemused.

Cheryl:
"Looks like he's dead."

Lucy:
Lucy was spectating some totally sick drumming routine by Slash, who describes it as "the result of dodging an onslaught of meteor rain on a wonderful sunny day"

Cheryl:
"...tired. Probably not dead dead though."

Slash:
Slash gets up and shakes his head, pinching a small bit of his hair that caught on fire. "Okay, maybe I really need to think of better descriptors here..."

Slash:
"Huh? Oh hey! It's the Prostitute Facility lead singer herself, Cheryl (lastname)! Fancy running into you here of all places..."
Tiffany: (( I'd grab a bucket of water, but it'd probably be a bucket of paint thinner. ))

Warra:
Warra stares intently at the gaming machine, somewhat annoyed by all the recent company. "I had to mute Terry's theme for THIS?"

Tiffany:
Tiff motions the roadies to move their equipment in.

Rosalinda :
Linda turns to Warra's direction. "Er, sorry, we just came here to practice something...."

Tiffany:
"Looks like the last guy had some technical issues, watch for the cinders."

Ladd:
*HUFF HUFF* "Okay...got...it...all...settled!" Ladd drops all the equipment with a bang, taking a slew of deep breaths afterwards.

Tiffany:
"Nice going, take a break. Get yourself some water there before you pass out."

Warra:
"A lot of peeps are coming here to practice their shit. Shame this is the only place I can plug in this thing around here..." Warra munches on her chocolate snack, having a whole package of them prepared in her back pocket.

Cheryl:
"Oho! You hear that, Miss Tiffany! Recognized by naaaaaaame!" Cheryl beams, "Practice! Lots of fuckin' practice for our next big show!" Cheryl appears to be momentarily engrossed in the fact that she's been recognized, soaking it all in with a strange look of pride. (ΦωΦ)

Clockwork Angel:
Clockwork glides over the assorted tools and gadgets no doubt strewn around the room, "Ooh, my mind has lost the knowledge of what so many of these do! This one was...was...boring. But that one!" She flutters over toward what appears to be a run-of-the-mill boxcutter, "This could carve through the air itself! Or that was the idea, but what did it cut really? Ooh, cutting reminds me! Whatever happened to the flame-topped convalescent?"
Clockwork Angel: (( it's a shame you now have to let him hear you play. You almost had a fan. ))

Slash:
Slash takes a few glances around and backs off from the stage. "Well uh...don't let me stop you!" He tries to move his leg, but winces slightly in pain. "I mean, I can clearly recover from a mishap like that first thing!"

Tiffany:
Tiff shoots Cheryl a smile and a thumbs-up. "Hey, good to have a reputation going! May be the first time you get recognized, but it's not gonna be the last." She starts walking around the perimiter of the stage, trying to remember where the electrical sockets were.

Lucy:
Of course he can!

Slash:
The young man immediately gets up and runs back, looking good as new. "Woah, damn that's a rush- I mean, yeah!"

Rosalinda :
"Oh er sorry...what do you mean by other peeps?"

Cheryl:
Cheryl swings her guitar around her waist and begins tuning it, "Alright, how's the set up comin', ladies?"

Marian:
Marian seems to wander around, hopping by into other rooms. "Just how big IS this place anyway? These future techmalology hongdingers look like something straight from the 'zines!"

Tiffany:
"Shouldn't be long - hey, Linda! Come give us a hand with your drums!"

Warra:
"Y'know. Other really loud people like you. Think it all has something to do with that concert or some shit. Like I keep up with this crap."

Lyric:
"Oh joy of joys! Finally an actual music performance! I can hardly contain myself!" Lyric bounces around on her seat.

Cheryl:
Cheryl finishes tuning her guitar and shreds a chord, "Aww, yeah! Sounds sexy as fuck!"

Rosalinda :
"O-oh sorry. Will be there in a sec." Linda says to Tiff before heading off for her. "Thanks for the info, eer, your name is?"

Slash:
Slash crosses his arms. "Didn't know she had a sister either...(a really...unique sister at that.)"

Warra:
"Warra, that's what everyone calls me. I play don't play no games. Except when I do. It's complicated."
Tiffany: (( Well shit. We should've written some songs. ))

Rosalinda :
"I see Warra...sorry for disturbing you." Linda says as she heads towards Tiff. "Sorry, what'd you need help with?"
Cheryl: (( Fuck that man. We'll use the power of the JUMP CUT (COOL) ))
Cheryl: (( Or all the lyrics will just randomly be placeheld by religious music ))

Tiffany:
"These DRUMS of yours, they're heavy as shit. Get on the other side and help me lift, would you?"

Ladd:
Ladd grabs a cup of water and finally takes a seat. "Those girls man, they wouldn't have gotten anywhere without me. Just watch and learn what the guidance of the -master- can do!"
Cheryl: (( MICHAEL ROW THE BOAT ASHORE! *JAMS OUT A BITCHIN' SOLO* ))
Tiffany: (( naw ))
Tiffany: (( For some reason, I just have Hot Blooded playing in my head for this first performance ))

Warra:
"As you should. Now..." Warra stares incredibly intently at what looks to be some sort of pac-man esque maze game.

Darius:
Darius ponders Marian's question, and studies the walls, as if trying to determine the whole lab's dimensions from just one room's layout, "You know, I've never measured the place. If you're going to put me on the spot, I'll guess around two thousand square meters. I need a lot of space for all my projects."
Cheryl: (( We just play BARRACUDA by HEART. ))
Tiffany: (( Whatever it is ))

Warra:
"*Clickclackclicklack* Gonna crunch the script here....install jamming subroutine...reroute the kernel overflow..."
Tiffany: (( we need a radio (D) ))

Rosalinda :
"Aigghtttt..." Linda says as lifts her drums.

Slash:
Slash scratches his head. "Alright but-"
Tiffany: (( we're lifting them to the stage, assumedly ))
Rosalinda : (( I'm not exactly human, so do I do it effortlessly ))

Lucy:
Ssshhh.... Lucy stares in anticipation

Rosalinda :
« 1d10+2 = 4 + 2 = 6 » OH right, power roll.
Darius: (( I dunno, kittens aren't human either, doubt they could lift them ))
Darius: (( And wait is there a power skill or something ))
Tiffany: (( there's a "Power" skill ))
Tiffany: (( in the sense of superpowers ))
Cheryl: (( Nekomatas just swarm Darius. ))

Warra:
"(Theeere we go! Akeido faiyah, on!)"

Tiffany:
"Ah- eesh, don't pull out your back there!"

Darius:
"And..speaking of my projects, naturally you bring up a good point, Clockwork. I should check on Rosa...I hope Turner kept her word and checked on her every now and then. I would hate to lose such a subject to a petty grudge."

Tiffany:
"...whatever, let's just get started here." Commence a bit of tuning and remembering finger placements.

Marian:
"So, what doe-" Marian is quickly interrupted by an automated door slamming shut and locking in, keeping you separated. "Ooh, was that supposed to happen?"

Rosalinda :
"Pffft don't worry, I'll be fine! I've lifted drums before." Linda says, trying put a brave face on. While she's strong enough to lift them by herself, she'd be lying if she said her arms didn't hurt a little...

Tiffany:
« 1d10 = 5 » I'll just do a Strength roll myself, no need to linger much longer

Tiffany:
good enough for me

Marian:
The lights in the lab have now dimmed, and the sound of machinery powering down hums throughout. "Wow, technology sure works wonders! Whatever those may be."

Cheryl:
"You ready girls? We've got fans in the house! And I do believe they're going to love this performance!"
Cheryl: (( I -BELIEVE- they're going to love it. ))
Cheryl: (( -BELIEVE-. . . ))
Tiffany: (( we just gotta hope. ))
Cheryl: (( Well now Slash will regardless (CHEW) ))
Tiffany: (( Alright, going with Barracuda then, starts off with a nice bassline. ))

Tiffany:
Tiff nods with a smirk, bringing her hand down to show that shit's about to get started.
tirkaroKujo:
you mean the song by Heart

Darius:
"...Marian, what did you press? I can't think I dropped the head control mechanism in the middle of the floor..."

Rosalinda :
"Ehhh, I think we might be bothering one of them >_>"
Cheryl: (( So now performance rolls? o3o ))
Tiffany: (( yeah, the song by Heart http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s4nWy8pmIM4 ))
Tiffany: (( it's by us now ))
Darius: (( it's called a cover, agi ))
Tiffany: (( do not steal ))
Darius: (( bands do that ))
Tiffany: (( Do not steal (D) ))

Marian:
"Woop! Swear on my own grave I didn't press anything! Hmm, maybe the solution should be around here..." Marian wanders off from the door, looking around curiously.

Darius:
Darius searches around for a kill switch, or at least a light switch so he can SEE the kill switch. "Angel, see if you can get through that wall. We can't have Marian getting lost in here."

Tiffany:
Tiff starts with the bassline, repeating it once extra before the key change just to get everyone in the tempo.

Warra:
"(Hmm, interesting setup this guy has. I take it he must be a professional. Sad that he decided to go up against my Arcade Fire though. Installing firewall subroutine...)"
Agi says to the GMs: okay let's see if this is the one
Agi says to the GMs: ha it totally was, alright, performance roll go « 1d10+6 = 4 + 6 = 10 »
Agi says to the GMs: why I'm doing that secretly, I dunno.
Warra: (( Tiffany starts off pretty strong, a few keys off here and there, but it's quite a step up from prior performances. Dundununununun.... ))

Clockwork Angel:
Clockwork bobs over toward the shut door, her faint glow illuminating the trail so that she doesn't...air-trip over anything. She first tries to simply push the door open, but when the inevitably fails, checks the thing for any abnormalities, especially regarding the lock.
Tiffany: (( and my mom's just taking cat pictures in the other room, what's up with that ))
Clockwork Angel: (( someone was probably replacing various words in videogame names with "crotch" ))
Clockwork Angel: (( that's what got you to do it ))
Tiffany: (( And I rolled secretly, I'm not really sure why ))
Tiffany: (( got a 10 ))
Tiffany: (( overall, I mean ))

Warra:
The lock is sealed shut, really only a case for when emergencies break out, like when the genetic or robotic experiments escape.

Clockwork Angel:
"Maaaarriiiiaaan? You are there? Please do hit the button again, yes? Perhaps it will undo this all!"

Clockwork Angel:
"Oh, danger, a monster may have escaped! Yes, how tragic would that be, for it to assault you and abandon me here alone!"

Marian:
"I don't see a button anywheeerreee...." Marian's voice trails off, and you hear another sound of a door slamming shut. "Oh!" You hear very faintly.
Cheryl: (( Checks here are 1d10, right? ))
Marian: (( yes ))
Tiffany: (( yeah ))

Cheryl:
Cheryl pulls the microphone up close and starts singing; it's been far too long since they've had a show, so she's a bit pumped for it but also a bit shakey as it's been a while..."So this ain't the end, I saw you agaaaaaaaaain...today...I had to turn my heart away...You smiled like the sun, kisses for eeeeeeeeeeeveryoneeeeeee! And tales, it never fails!" « 1d10+5 = 8 + 5 = 13 »
Darius: (( +performance rank yeah ))
Cheryl: (( Woop, woop, that's the sound of the police. ))
Tiffany: (( pull ovah ))

Warra:
You did at least install a few emergency exits for this occasion, though after the odd incident involving the mansion, they now lead to unreliable and random locations.

Rosalinda :
Hoping her arms still aren't sore from lifting her drums, she tries her best to play to the best of her ability. Here goes! « 1d10+2 = 7 + 2 = 9 »
Rosalinda : (( also note to self: Next time when levelling up, invest more points into Performance ))
Tiffany: (( probably a gud idea ))

Lucy:
Lucy claps along and mouths the song, bobbing back and forth.

Darius:
"Guess there's not one in here, after all... I could have sworn I installed a killswitch in every room in the lab. Always the exits, but, eh, whatever." Darian's still not very worried - either someone hit a button, this is a drill, or maybe, just maybe, somebody's hired someone to screw with him, but if the best they can do is make him put on some infrared goggles, they need some more tutelage in fucking with evil geniuses. "Marian, you say you didn't do anything? Is there a way out of the room you're in now?"

Marian:
Marian now seems to be mumbling something, but her voice is too distant and muffled to make out.
Marian: (( the performance starts off very strongly, but you can do better than that, right? Time for the mid portion of the song. ))
Tiffany: (( Some sort of solo? (hmm) ))

Warra:
"(Yeesh, I'd have thought the Soul bearer would put a bit more effort into escaping. This is like taking candy from a baby....)"
Tiffany: (( we should probably figure out some sort of system for this, but later on that ))
Warra: (( I do sorta have one kinda, but it's only for duels ))
Tiffany: (( I have a rough idea forming, but it can wait. ))

Tiffany:
Time for the key change, then... « 1d10+6 = 5 + 6 = 11 »
Warra: (( well let's brainstorm it together later ))

Cheryl:
"If the real thing don't do the trick..you better make up something quick! You gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn it to the wick!" Cheryl rocks the mic away from her face before pulling it back in close, "Aren't you, Barracuda?!" « 1d10+5 = 6 + 5 = 11 »

Tiffany:
Tiff starts catching the notes she was missing before, smoothly transitioning the song into the kicker.

Rosalinda :
Linda still tries her best to keep up with her bandmates...! « 1d10+2 = 10 + 2 = 12 »
Tiffany: (( ohey, critical success ))
Rosalinda : (( woooo ))
Tiffany: (( roll another d10 ))
Darius: (( Just for the record, Agi ))
Darius: (( you don't add them together ))
Tiffany: (( oh, I know, I was wrong before ))
Tiffany: (( I hadn't read the section yet ))
Tiffany: (( but yeah, you can roll another d10, TWILT ))
Tiffany: (( if you get another 10 ))

Darius:
"Terrible, terrible. This is beginning to cause me to reconsider my schematics...Yes, wrecker is next, certainly. Clockwork? Get over here, I need to find that knife you had earlier. Whether it could cut air or not, these walls should be nothing."
Tiffany: (( then it's a super success, or something like that ))
Tiffany: (( if not, then hey, it's still a 10. ))

Rosalinda :
« 1d10+2 = 7 + 2 = 9 » Surree
Tiffany: (( aw ))

Rosalinda :
Sorry :V

Tiffany:
Tiff nods happily to herself, the new recruit's pulling her weight just fine.
Warra: (( the mid section is still strong overall, with Rosa's drumming being a standout here. So far everyone seems impressed. But can you go for that sweet cherry on top? ))
Tiffany: (( god, I hope so. ))
Cheryl: (( ALL NAT ONES ))
Rosalinda : (( >Rosa ))

Clockwork Angel:
"Ooh! Many wonderings! Has Stouffer the money to replace our locks?" Angel darts to Darius, illuminating the area with ambient light; hopefully, enough to locate that X-acto knife.
Rosalinda : (( (D) I thought we were over this ))

Clockwork Angel:
ROSA'S OVER THERE?
Cheryl: (( We finish like Ladd; in disappointment and tears. ))
Tiffany: (( We are not ))

Clockwork Angel:
WELL SHIT SHE'S FAST

Cheryl:
Cheryl readies her guitar to help play out that kickass beat to the song, adding an extra oomph to Charlotte's bassline! « 1d10+5 = 9 + 5 = 14 »
Cheryl: (( Noice ))

Tiffany:
Lots of whammy bars in this last part, eh? I think that's what they're called from Guitar Hero at least
Ladd: (( you find the X-ACTO Knife on the floor somewhere. The monitor near you begins to light up slightly, showing a massive command prompt all over the screen. ))

Tiffany:
« 1d10+6 = 7 + 6 = 13 » Either way, let's get that ethereal sounds goin' on
Cheryl: (( All up to our drummer :O ))

Rosalinda :
« 1d10+2 = 8 + 2 = 10 » (Come on!) Linda thinks to herself, trying her best...!
Darius: (( dat 1 ))
Rosalinda : (( Wooo not a fuck up! : D ))

Lucy:
Lucy gets up on her seat and begins rockin' out, tears in her eyes.
Cheryl: (( Bless her Heart. Pun intended. ))
Darius: (( don't celebrate ))
Tiffany: (( We'll be gdlk in practice ))
Darius: (( you'll have a doujinshi about you soon. ))
Tiffany: (( and awful at the actual event ))
Cheryl: (( We just forget how to play our instruments entirely. ))
Tiffany: (( we may just. ))
Tiffany: (( so yeah, huh, let's average those out (hmm) ))

Warra:
The command prompt, from what you can make out from your leet haxxor skillz, is some kind of subroutine listing out every known area of your lab, and various commands given to it, alternating on and off.
Tiffany: (( 10/13/9, 11/11/12, 13/14/10 ))

Cheryl:
And with one final chord and a cry of "Barracuda!" Cheryl's arms fall to her side, another performance well done and -AT LEAST- four faces rocked clean off.
Tiffany: (( not a single failed roll, if we define failure as 8 ))
Tiffany: (( or uh, less than 8, damn you Maptool ))
Cheryl: (( -ONLY- 8 is a failure. Everything else is just fine. ))
Cheryl: (( Also woo, MVP of practice o3o ))

Lucy:
Out of 5 nobles, 4 were impressed
Tiffany: (( notbad at all ))

Darius:
Darius bends down and plucks up the knife, "Can't remember why I stopped work on this," he hefts it in his hand, and decides it feels solid enough, "Huh. It's my craft, so it must be of the finest wo-" He finally notices the monitor bugging out, and sighs, "Occurrence gamma, was it? Figures. It can never be a drill."
Darius: (( unfortunately, the 5th was Stouffer ))
Tiffany: (( was the other at least satisfied? (hmm) ))
Darius: (( have fun in hell ))

Warra:
"(I always preferred techno over this garbage)"
Tiffany: (( oh get out (D) ))
Cheryl: (( SHE'S JUST BLASTING BANGARANG. ))

Lyric:
"Yaaaaay! That was, how you say, absolutely off of the chains!" Lyric giggles like a fangirl

Slash:
"Yeah, it was cool I guess."
Cheryl: (( BUT I BELIEVED THAT HE'D BE AMAZED : ))

Tiffany:
Tiff resists the usual urge to bow, punk rock stars don't bow.

Ladd:
"See! That's the power of my teachings!" Ladd never gives up a chance to be smug

Tiffany:
"Alright, good jam, good jam! You guys want more?!" She shouts to what little of an audience we have
Cheryl: (( Whoa whoa whoa, don't press our luck here. ))

Lucy:
Lucy DEMANDS you play more lest the hype dies down.
Tiffany: (( I assumed we'd jumpcut and assume the rest of practice went as well ))
Cheryl: (( Ah, well alright then. ))
Darius: (( >two assumptions in one sentence ))
Darius: (( Shit man, you bring down the wrath of the gods. ))
Tiffany: (( *punches you lightly on the shoulder* ))
Darius: (( LITTLE DID YOU KNOW MY SHOULDER IS MADE OF TEETH ))
Darius: (( SHARK TEETH ))
Tiffany: (( well are you gonna share or not ))

Warra:
"(Alright, so...ooh, lots of playable characters to choose from here. Robots, genetic monstrosities, and roombas, oh my! But I know what I'm after here...)"

Darius:
Darius ambles over to the computer, and attempts to do the smart thing - instead of battling whoever this hacker is, he just disables the system's authority over the vicinity. A few ways to do this, including just turning the damned thing off, but you may as well try to have a LITTLE fun first. "I wonder if they're trying to distract me? Well, good luck with that. Clockwork, help me a little. We'll be cutting our way out if I don't make any progress."

Warra:
The hard interface to the computer is completely disabled, so you'll have to find some other way to do something about this routine.

Clockwork Angel:
"Help? But I am not handy with ma--Oh, you mean...Yes, yes! I know, now---"
Tiffany: (( Oh, I completely missed the encore being DEMANDED ))

Lucy:
I take my freeloaded concerts very seriously
Tiffany: (( So yeah, unless MT or TWILT have any objections, or there's another event that happens ))
Cheryl: (( o, we're doing this again ))
Tiffany: (( gonna guess we play a few more songs before packing up ))
Rosalinda : (( oh god the chances of messing up are high ;-; ))
Tiffany: (( again, I doubt we go through all that rolling again ))

Lucy:
Naaah, you don't have to roll it because...
Rosalinda : (( but if I'm in the minority here... ))
Tiffany: (( yeah, see, here's the other event ))
Tiffany: (( they're like Clockwork ))
Rosalinda : (( oh we don't have to roll again? Sure then. ))
Tiffany: (( yes, you ))

Darius:
Unfortunately, she's cut off before she can begin whatever 'help' she was going to attempt, "Huh, nevermind. Sorry, Angel. Whoever's behind this has a sense of humour dryer than my gin. Don't need your guidance to..." Darius just walks around the machine and unplugs the thing from the wall outlet. He could probably crack the controls, but really, what's the point? Let them think they've got him outdone for now.

Lucy:
Cue montage of you playing some more; things go pretty well as far as practice goes, but Lucy seems to wear you out with more encore demands. Seems you're really getting your work cut out for you.

Warra:
You unplug the machine, but the computer doesn't seem to turn off. What sort of black magic is this.

Warra:
"(Huh, so I see the loser has caught on to things. Let's wreck this nerd before he tries anything funny...)"

Cheryl:
"Alrighty....!" Cheryl checks her watch, seemingly exhausted from the non-stop singing, "Looks like it's time to be headin' out." She turns to her bandmates and nods, "Good practice ladies, I think we're damn near ready for this thing."

Rosalinda :
"Owwwww, my arms still hurrttt... ._." Linda says, still doing her best to perform, but her arms feel like they're about to come off...

Darius:
"Don't take this the wrong way, Clockwork, but you may not be the most efficient option I've got." He glances over to the computer, and blinks, his face in a state of stunned amusement, "Diabolos ex machina...it's too bad, but the deus isn't able to combat you."

Ladd:
Ladd gets up and stretches. "That was tight! You have this...wherever the heck you're going to in the bag! (All thanks to me of course!)"

Lyric:
"Yes, that was, as people say this days, 'totes mcgotes amazeballs'"

Tiffany:
Tiff's fingers are a bit rubbed raw by the (however long it was)'s end, but it's nothing she's not used to. "Yeah, that's probably about all I've got for the night. Good work, I think we might want to change a line or two here and there, but we've got a solid performance."

Cheryl:
"Nobody says that, Lyric."

Clockwork Angel:
"W-bu-NO! It has been so long, I could not bear to..."

Rosalinda :
"Soooo how was I for the first time I was performing with you guys? Hope I didn't seem like a set back or anything..."

Rosalinda :
*practicing; whatever gets the point across

Lyric:
"Ah, but i just did, didn't I?" Lyric confides in her attempt at cleverness

Warra:
*Bleepbleepbloop* "(Man, this loser is so slow. Let's take the goodies and run. Initializing Replicant decoding subroutine....)"

Darius:
"No crying, now. I'm sure it's been longer for... Well, no worrying just yet. Now, don't panic, but there's absolutely no way out of this that I can see. Controls were locked, unplugging it did nothing. Seems we lost before the fight began, and never had a hope. I guess whoever's on the other side enjoys it, but losing so thoroughly does not strike my fancy. Nothing to do about it here. Let's just cut our way to Marian, maybe head over to the main computer."

Tiffany:
"Hey, you were great! Especially for a first practice."

Cheryl:
"Thought you did pretty damn well for a rookie." Cheryl replies with a grin.
Tiffany: (( you'll be a full-fledged Prostitute in no time ))
Rosalinda : (( : D ))

Darius:
"But none of this distresses me. After all, hacking was never my specialty, and what's the worst they can find out? I can't wait to see this person's face when I show up on their doorstep."

Rosalinda :
"Wooo thanks!" Linda says with a smile on her face. "Soo, anything else we need to do for today?"

Cheryl:
Cheryl shrugs, "I'm about ready to fuckin' crash. Today's been a long fuckin' day...and I didn't even do that much, ughhhhhhh...."

Tiffany:
"I was thinking we could grab some dinner first."

Ladd:
"I tell ya, after all that, I'm up for some grub. Preferrably a scalding hot pizza with everything under the sun on it."

Rosalinda :
"Yeah, let's grab something to eat. We could always use some food after practice."
Tiffany: (( Oh man pizza sounds so good right now ))
Rosalinda : (( PIZZA TIME ))
Tiffany: (( aaand TWILT ruins everything ))

Slash:
"*Yawn* That was nice and all, but it's time for me to get some REAL practice in....after I buy a new drumset *sigh*"

Clockwork Angel:
"No crying...hmph. Easy for you to say. You do not have to...no, I can't think of it! Um, this person, yes, a change of subject..they are very ham-handed. Not subtle or graceful or heavenly or stealthy at all! And yet they challenge a spy!"
Rosalinda : (( What do you mea- OH YOU WERE THINKING OF -THAT- WEREN'T YOU ))
Tiffany: (( Pizza time has been ruined forever ))
Tiffany: (( (FEDUP) ))
Rosalinda : (( (sad) ))

Darius:
"One of those was not like the other." Darius, knowing even attempting to combat this hacker would ultimately prove futile, just holds the knife up to the door Marian was once behind, and slices downward, praying the knife actually does -something-.

Cheryl:
Cheryl shrugs, "Not like I have anything better to do. It's on Ladd, right?"

Darius:
"This thing's gotta work...only other option's not a pretty one."

Warra:
"(I'm in ur base, wreckin ur 'speriments...this is easier than I thought. It's kind of unfun really. We gotta spice things up a bit...)"
You whisper to Thrice: I forget was there anything particularly special about that knife
Tiffany: (( wait, what ARE these experiments, anyway? I keep hearing about them ))
Darius whispers: It was designed to be able to cut through air itself, but was never finished, so it probably can't do that. It's probably, like, a laserknife or something
Darius: (( like hell I know ))
Tiffany: (( lel ))
Tiffany: (( it's just literally the chimera lab. ))
Warra: (( generic mad scientist shit Darius keeps around ))
Tiffany: (( there's nothing generic... about SCIENCE! ))

Warra:
The door slices open, but not without resistance. A red energy crackles through the wall as you slice it down, pushing you back slightly.

Cheryl:
"Sooooo...we just gonna stand around or are we gonna head out? Cuz if it's the former, I'm goin' the fuck to sleep."
Tiffany: (( it's only 10:27 (D) ))
Tiffany: (( I WISH there was anything notable about Warra over there ))
You whisper to Thrice: also I assume you completely missed the part about the emergency exits did you
Tiffany: (( or that I had any interest in video games ))

Darius:
"Well that's weird. I don't recall a plasma tank in this room. Now, blue and black energy, something like Tron, I'd expect, but red?"
Cheryl: (( That'd be Miss Linda's turf. ))
Darius whispers: nope but he's got no real reason to exit in an emergency yet

Rosalinda :
"Yeaah, pizza sounds good! Think there's a pizza joint near here."
Rosalinda : (( WELL ))
Tiffany: (( hey, she's been doing all that on one quarter. ))
Tiffany: (( that's pretty crazy. ))

Warra:
"(Damn...they're cutting the walls open now? That's just playing dirty...it's time to get real!)"
Rosalinda : (( welp here goes ))

Warra:
Warra appears to be playing some sort of pac-man esque maze game with shooter elements

Darius:
Darius peeks through the cracks, checking to see just what the red light could be - and especially if it's coming from some sort of fire.

Tiffany:
"Alright, let's get packed up."

Rosalinda :
Linda quietly goes to Warra, without disturbing her, to find out what's she's playing.

Cheryl:
"Already way ahead of ya, the wonders of playin' the guitar."
Tiffany: (( Quietly? Not disturbing? That's not the Linda I know (D) ))

Warra:
There are red lights emitting from the monitors in the halls, this time not really displaying any prompts, instead just a giant logo that says ARCADE FIRE

Warra:
Also a few of your experiments are loose, that might be ungood
Darius: (( whatever ))
Rosalinda : (( I'm nice and polite :V ))
Cheryl: (( Linda: Ooooo, what does this button dooooooo~? ))

Warra:
Warra's concentration is unbroken on the game. "(I hate it when these games are too easy. I need some challenge up in here...)"
Tiffany: (( Huh, I've never played a character that would do that (hmm) Besides Chapton at least ))
Rosalinda : (( WHEN DID I BECOME DEEDEE ))
Tiffany: (( but he would do it to fuck with people ))
Cheryl: (( Olgroth would just eat the button. ))
Cheryl: (( Because it's shiny. ))
Tiffany: (( and it would be a delicious button. ))

Lyric:
"One day I wish to be as talented as my- I mean, you...perhaps I already do have some hidden talents for myself that I do not know of...hmm..."

Rosalinda :
(Ehhh, prolly shouldn't distrub her.) Linda thinks to herself. Linda proceeds to leave the girl be for now. "Have fun..."

Cheryl:
"Well everyone's got somethin' they're good at. I guess." Cheryl shrugs, "Isn't that the cheesy bullshit they usually spit up?"

Warra:
Warra takes out another pocky from her pocket and munches on it. "I'm tryin' to..."

Darius:
"...They've escaped? Great. I wonder if Marian and Rosa are all right... Turner could escape, but those two don't know the exits." Darius spins the ring on his gravity glove, then sticks his hand to the cut-away wall and lifts it away before tossing it behind him into the room. "It's unfortunate, but I know all these creatures' weaknesses...the troublesome ones may be stronger than I am, but they can't beat their master."
Tiffany: (( TURNER is an experiment? ))
Tiffany: (( dear god ))
Clockwork Angel: (( ...no? ))
Clockwork Angel: (( She could GET AWAY ))
Clockwork Angel: (( as in, escape fro mthe complex ))
Clockwork Angel: (( before being eaten ))
Tiffany: (( oh, grea. ))
Tiffany: (( t. ))
Clockwork Angel: (( you know, so she doesn't die ))
Clockwork Angel: (( But Marian and Rosa don't know the ways out. ))
Tiffany: (( I have no idea what your experiments are ))

Ladd:
"SPEAKIN' of cheesy...we gonna get on that or what?"
Cheryl: (( A monkey with four asses. ))
Tiffany: (( Four complete asses, or just four asscheeks? ))
Tiffany: (( or FIVE asscheeks, with four assholes between them? ))
Tiffany: (( I think that would count. ))

Clockwork Angel:
"Heehee! Such wonderful fun! You will know my wra--..erm, Darius? Can I...defeat these?"
Cheryl: (( http://static2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20070925204536/southpark/images/1/1e/4assed_monkey.gif ))
Tiffany: (( oh right, I remember that now. ))

Tiffany:
"Hell yes we are!" I guess we've got everything ready to roll out now, we should look into a van or something, does anyone own a car, no, whatever

Darius:
Darius...had not thought of that, actually. "...no. No, you can't touch them. In the minds of these warped creatures, there's no such thing as a deity. Hate to say it, Divina, but you're useless here. So hope they don't attack."

Cheryl:
"Yep, grab the drums and we'll be good to go."

Rosalinda :
"Ohh, don't worry about it, I got them..!" Linda proceeds to go grab the drums, and tries to lift them...« 1d10+2 = 2 + 2 = 4 » *Power*
Rosalinda : (( welp my arms still hurt ))
Darius: (( is your Power super strength, then? How bland can you go (D) ))
Tiffany: (( all you've gotta do is lift them onto the rollers ))

Rosalinda :
Linda's arms still hurt from lifting them from before and still do as she lifts them onto the rollers. "Baaahhh, lets go!" Linda says near exhausted.

Ostrelephant:
One of the experiments starts strutting along, looking at the walls and generally being derpy
Tiffany: (( okay, so it's literally the Chimera lab ))
Tiffany: (( you may wanna call for backup. ))
Clockwork Angel: (( am I supposed to actually be in the Lab's map or something ))

Warra:
You mean you weren't?
Clockwork Angel: (( I'm good till the Ultimate Chimera shows up (waiting) ))

Clockwork Angel:
"Do not call me that! That worries me! You cannot be thinking..."

Warra:
I sorta assumed you were, so get on that
Clockwork Angel: (( I didn't really want to force you to do all that shit ))

Tiffany:
And then we went to Dominos, and then we went back to Cheryl's place for a bit

Clockwork Angel:
Now where am I supposed to be in the lab
Slash: (( where I placed you- yeah you're there ))

Slash:
Slash meanwhile goes off to buy another drumset along with other errands. Seems he's pretty serious about this...
Tiffany: (( I think you may've underestimated the havoc that teenybopper was capable of causing ))
Darius: (( well, I TRIED to stop it. ))
Darius: (( there was nothing I could do ))

Lyric:
"Aaaah...." Sigs the other Cheryl. "That was a good meal....I don't think I ate anything all day..."
Darius: (( scriptedl oss ))
Tiffany: (( You shoulda like ))
Tiffany: (( actually tried hacking back (D) ))
Darius: (( I did ))
Darius: (( the console was shut out ))
Tiffany: (( Huh, I just saw you pulling plugs ))

Ostrelephant:
The experiment continues running through the halls, unaware of your presence...yet.
Darius: (( yes, because the computer wouldn't respond ))
Ostrelephant: (( like that'd stop you ))
Darius: (( that'd be rape ))

Darius:
"What the hell? Nobody in their right mind would make that! Oh, right, I made it. I'm sure it has...some useful function. Now, then..." Darius looks down both ends of the hall, trying to see any sign of where Marian got off to - footprints, maybe some hair, BLOOD EVERYWHERE, anything small like that, really.

Ostrelephant:
You can make out Marian's nasty footprints along the way, stopping at a locked door to the left, down the hall.
Ostrelephant: (( the door itself is labeled "m" fittingly. ))
Darius: (( you know I'd have figured she'd taken to the hot springs more ))
Tiffany: (( She'd probably fall apart. ))

Ladd:
"*Sigh* All that, and at the end of the day, y'know what? I'm feeling kinda empty inside. Know what I'm sayin' here?"
Darius: (( she could stitch herself back together ))

Tiffany:
omnom pizza, this is way better than salad, what was I -THINKING-
Darius: (( the hell does m even lead ))

Tiffany:
"Something on your mind, Ladd?"
Tiffany: (( something on the left ))

Rosalinda :
"Ahhh that was so good...though next time, NO PINEAPPLES ON PIZZA." : |

Warra:
"Just gotta copy this...and that...hmm, seems the dork is in the hall. Let's have a little fun..."
Darius: (( I see it now you can stop being a feggit (D) ))
Tiffany: (( I'm helping ))

Tiffany:
Tiff greedily gobbles up the hawaiian pizza. "Hey, a coin flip's a coin flip. Better luck next time."
Warra:
Door M leads to what is often described as an "examination" lab, typically where organisms are scanned for problems and kinks, but occasionally also used to break down cellular matter, sciency stuff like that.

Darius:
"Come on, Di--Angel. We'll find those two, yet." Darius turns his back on the experiment and of course heads into Room Phatcat

Ostrelephant:
The Ostrelephant begins to give chase! Better run quick!

Ostrelephant:
"Sneerkrkrllrlrl" It seems to react negatively to sudden movement

Darius:
"Really? Angel, get behind me. If it's dumb enough to barrel into those spikes, it was a waste of money, anyway."
Tiffany: (( That is exactly the kind of sound I would expect an ostrelephant to make. ))
Darius: (( by "Get behind me" I mean, of course, as we are walking away from the thing ))
Darius: (( so she is actually BETWEEN Darius and the thing ))

Clockwork Angel:
CLockwork moonfloats after Darius, holding her spikey arms out in front of her, almost...challenging the thing? Unfortunately, they probably won't hurt it, but hey.

Ladd:
"Not much, it's just that....y'know...feels like I've been missing a lot. Been busy with work, sorta been trying to survive...all the while a bunch of weird shit is happening all around me. And I'm just all like 'whatever' when it comes up..."

Warra:
"Alright, now this is where the real game begins. Assuming control..."

Ostrelephant:
"Snrkrkrlklel!" The Ostrelephant continues its wild ostrich chase, but its life is sadly put to an end...

Dookie:
BECAUSE MOTHERFUCKING GENETIC-CYBRID EXPERIMENT #04895 FOR THE TECHNOLOGICAL ADVANCEMENTS (affectionately nicknamed "Dookie") busts through the hot springs door and grabs the Ostelephant, shoving it into its mouth and giving it a big crunch.

Cheryl:
"Come to mention it, you have been actin' weird everytime we've seen ya lately..." Cheryl replies.
Clockwork Angel: (( whatever it'll be back in Darius' hand soon enough ))

Warra:
The monitor in the hall begins to show a voice line as well as a pixelated face of a red bald man. "Testing, testing, one two. Yes, is anyone there? Not like it matters, because you'll soon be ground to dust!"

Ladd:
"Me? Weird? Naw, it's no big deal. At least...I hope it's no big deal." Ladd clutches his cap and scratches his head. "Gawd knows if I've missed out on some life-changing phenomenon or something. I just sorta...don't care anymore, y'know?"

Darius:
Darius, hearing the crash, glances back and groans in horror, "That's going to cost a fortune to fix! At least I only CUT the lock, I can repair that much, but this! Argh!" When the monitor begins to display the Domino's Miku advertising guy along with those ominous letters, Darius turns his attention back to his little pet, "WEll, it looks like whoever set this up wants to kill off all my experiments. It's too bad, really, I can just remake them. They won't be accomplishing much."

Dookie:
Dookie gives a roar and looks you dead in the eye, or at least as much as you can do so to a target that's running away

Dookie:
Assuming you do run away at least, the mindless abberant gives chase to the room you were headed towards. You at least have a head start ahead of it.
Cheryl: (( So I hate to be that guy, but am I needed for anything else tonight? I just fell asleep for like fifteen minutes there and I'm exhausted as fuck ))
Ladd: (( oh my ))
Ladd: (( not sure actually (hmm) ))

Darius:
Not so much running as, well, he probably wasn't too far from the door anyway. Darius is pretty calm about the monster; there's absolutely nothing this thing can do that Stouffer won't do to him anyway for letting this happen in this first place.
Ladd: (( jimminy, is it 2:09 already ))
Tiffany: (( I think there was just going to be some RP stuff going on ))
Tiffany: (( and yes it is ))
Darius: (( well we didn't start until 11:30 ))
Darius: (( I don't even really know why I LET you guys make me start so late ))
Darius: (( but that was the only option it seemed ))
Tiffany: (( well, at least we're stopping earlier lately ))

Dookie:
Meh, fuggit

Dookie:
We'll continue this "battle" in a 1v1 session later I guess

Dookie:
Because now I am getting a case of the tired
Cheryl: (( So we coo'? ))

Dookie:
*tireds, the s is important
Tiffany: (( Tiff's still got to hit up Darius tonight, or at least attempt to ))
Tiffany: (( but that can happen later just fine ))

Dookie:
suuuuure
Tiffany: (( I probably have a 9 hour day tomorrow, I could do with the slep ))

Darius:
"Is there really no choice? We've not had a choice since this all started. Sorry, Angel...but I have no choice. Modus Divina Tempus, disengage!"
Darius: (( and yeah sure why not ))
Cheryl: (( Yeah, I work 9-5 tomorrow too ))

Dookie:
shitshitshit what does that do again
Tiffany: (( we'll find out ))
Darius: (( nothing, yet ))
Darius: (( You'll find out in the 1v1 ))

Dookie:
oh right it's "that"
Tiffany: (( on ANOTHER EPISODE OF SHIKOSHIKASHAKIN ))
Cheryl: (( So yeah, gonna head out peeps. Goodnight. ))

Dookie:
cya

Rosalinda :
night man
MarthTrinity is disconnected.

Rosalinda :
SEW that's it

Dookie:
geso

Tiffany:
gosu

Tiffany:
It might've been short and we didn't get much done, but it flowed pretty well (hmm)

Rosalinda :
ARE WE ACTUALLY GONNA END THE DAY IN LESS THAN 4 SESSIONS?

Dookie:
Almost

Darius:
if only I had any super energy

Dookie:
I think the no-map confusion must have sorta slowed down PC a bit, because he took a while to respond at first there

Darius:
this fight might not take forever

Darius:
And it was mostly just that I didn't really know I could do anything, and whatever I tried sorta didn't work

Darius:
I figured it was just a scripted sequence, as it really appeared to be useless to try

Dookie:
Sorta expected you to use the exits, but I guess cutting things also kinda works

Darius:
Well you said yourself the exits were unreliable now

Darius:
I figured Darius would know that

Darius:
and uh, he'd want to stay in his lab

Darius:
not leave it

Darius:
the important people are in here, you see

Dookie:
It uh...

Dookie:
I didn't make it clear they lead to different rooms in the lab, did I? (waiting)

Dookie:
Well shit it's too late now

Darius:
you did not

Tiffany:
*throws out the swank on Tirk*

Dookie:
Yeah see that was sort of the point

Tiffany:
well, now Tirk has a PCFinder desert ruins moment

Dookie:
you use the exits to go to different rooms, and there's things going awry in those rooms, yeah y'see, it's one of those things

Darius:
yeah there was jsut

Darius:
" You did at least install a few emergency exits for this occasion, though after the odd incident involving the mansion, they now lead to unreliable and random locations."

Darius:
By that I assume you meant they'd drop me into the Atlantic.

Darius:
Or Atlantis, knowing Darius

Dookie:
Sorta wanted to make full use of the map as a setting, all that neoclassical jazzpunk

Darius:
Well, still can

Darius:
just from a different room I guess

Darius:
This knife was never finished, after all, so it breaking down wouldn't be too out there

Darius:
That or maybe there WAS a reason he stopped working on it.

Dookie:
aaaannnnd

Dookie:
after the day is over I did want to get the Al Gaiden done with too

Darius:
Isn't Al still a full day from now?

Darius:
Like, Tuesday night

Darius:
and it's monday...evening here?

Dookie:
It's...tuesday there

Dookie:
it's tuesday everywhere

Tiffany:
it sure is

Darius:
Odd

Tiffany:
but we've had two school days

Darius:
and you will keep having them

Darius:
for no reason (D)

Darius:
Also, the hell did you want to speak to me for

Tiffany:
we're cutting down, man

Darius:
You may have to put that off on account of me dying here

Darius:
Unless that thing really, REALLY depends on oxygen to live

Darius:
most things don't

Tiffany:
Well, I sort of promised someone I'd try to get them an appointment with Marian

Tiffany:
and I need to apologize to Marian in the first place before that

Darius:
...you did? THE HELL FOR

Darius:
They don't need to know SHIT about Marian (D)

Darius:
NEITHER DOES THIS CHICK, BUT I CAN'T STOP HER

Tiffany:
because he's another researcher on the subject (D)

Tiffany:
He, like, LOST HIS WHOLE BODY to it

Darius:
Are you talking about Dr. Dick or Murderhobo and Murderhobo?

Tiffany:
Dr. Dick
TWILT is disconnected.

Darius:
EVEN STILL

Tiffany:
Who the hell are Murderhobo and Murderhobo

Darius:
well, Murderhobo just disco'd

Darius:
And the other Murderhobo did a while aog

Darius:
ago*

Tiffany:
I don't think either of those would be referred to as "he"

Tiffany:
or having lost their bodies

Darius:
>Tiffany: Well, I sort of promised someone I'd try to get them an appointment with Marian Tiffany: and I need to apologize to Marian in the first place before that

Darius:
>THEM

Darius:
I sort of assumed it would be multiple people

Tiffany:
Nah, English is just kind of awful with neutral pronouns

Darius:
also good luck apologizing to Marian she's going to be exploded now

Darius:
along with me

Tiffany:
I'll give it a shot anyway

Darius:
I'm sorta surprised I never had to roll or anything

Darius:
either to cut the door, which'd likely be property damage, or find the knife

Darius:
« 1d10+5 = 6 + 5 = 11 » « 1d10+6 = 7 + 6 = 13 » I mean I could have likely passed both

Darius:
but still

Tiffany:
rolls're ghey

Darius:
They add some excitement and ability to flub up

Tiffany:
maybe to find the knife, but I'd doubt it on cutting the door

Darius:
I dunno, it has the same effect as kicking the door in

Darius:
which would certainly require a roll

Darius:
The knife is just my way of kicking the door in

Darius:
But yeah, if you're still not not here, Tirk, when did you want to do that thing with the stuff

Dookie:
asap preferrably

Dookie:
was thinking saturday

Darius:
as in, today

Dookie:
yes

Dookie:
today

Darius:
I guess that'll work

Darius:
Agi, what time do you get off

Tiffany:
late, again.

Darius:
ah well

Tiffany:
I'm working at the other job

Tiffany:
so probably won't be back until 9ish

Tiffany:
And my manager at the pizza place can't be assed to finish schedules more than zero days in advance : |

Tiffany:
at least I know I have Sunday off

Tiffany:
unless I get called in, again.

Darius:
I wasn't even intending to hide any of it

Darius:
but nobody will be around to see the fight

Darius:
Except them (HMM)

Dookie:
Logically, nobody should

Darius:
Guess I'll need to break the cameras (D)

Dookie:
as it all took place while they were practicing I guess

Tiffany:
(sad) if only practicing actually had any effects at all

Dookie:
what WAS your idea for music battles anyway

Darius:
The sad thing is, even if Angel does participate

Tiffany:
We'll flesh it out, no worries

Darius:
and I for some reason can't apply Genius to her rolls, and only Gadgeteering

Clockwork Angel:
« 1d10+2 = 7 + 2 = 9 » she's still just as good as Linda

Dookie:
I already kinda do, but yours is probably better

Clockwork Angel:
that might even count as a social roll and get the +1 from Attractive, if that'd apply on the Replicant anyhow

Dookie:
My idea was that instead of traditonal health, each band shares the same life bar

Dookie:
and you have to influnece said bar in a certain direction

Tiffany:
Oh, well sure, that's for battles though

Tiffany:
I was just looking at your three-part thing that you had going on there

Tiffany:
and thinking that there should be some emphasis on that, but each band member would have to be at the forefront of a given set at some point, and their roll counts more (hmm)

Tiffany:
I'm pretty much just word vomiting at some point, we'll Skype it out... probably not tomorrow, actually, since you'll be thinging with Thrice

Tiffany:
Dramatic Combat rules should probably apply to some extent, so it's not just "I roll to play good at music"

Clockwork Angel:
so basically

Clockwork Angel:
you thought up Pokemon Musicals

Tiffany:
I, uh, guess so?

Clockwork Angel:
as yes, that's pretty much how they work, with the main performer and such

Tiffany:
Never actually bothered looking at those

Tiffany:
But it's probably worth looking into

Dookie:
The music battles themselves were gonna have a lot of dramatic combat elements yes

Dookie:
Though it may be a bit too abstract for everyone's taste

Tiffany:
noooo don't end your statements with "yes"

Tiffany:
it's disconcertiiing

Dookie:
Fug u I did it way before Warlord did

Clockwork Angel:
hippo

Clockwork Angel:
hippohippohippo

Clockwork Angel:
hippo hippo hippo

Tiffany:
*THROWS THE HIPPO JAR AT YOU*

Clockwork Angel:
And Warlord's been doing it since, literally, he joined MMY

Clockwork Angel:
MYM*

Clockwork Angel:
and the Martian Manhunter Yaoi association, too

Clockwork Angel:
but that's beyond the point

Dookie:
I appeciate your added contributions to the "Make anime real" fund, but c'mon

Clockwork Angel:
Damn

Clockwork Angel:
if you need three people

Clockwork Angel:
Then who the fuck is gonna be our third, even if Angel helps out

Clockwork Angel:
Can Turner play her tits like bongos?

Tiffany:
yes

Tiffany:
wait, no

Tiffany:
Marian would be doing that (hmm)

Tiffany:
eh, she can manage both

Clockwork Angel:
Marian has to sing

Tiffany:
She can sing and play bongos

Tiffany:
She just puts on a Jamaican number

Clockwork Angel:
I mean there's another option but Darius can't be handling that shit yet

Clockwork Angel:
and I dunno how gooda musical peoples those'd be

Tiffany:
(D) No, no Music experiments

Clockwork Angel:
They would not be

Clockwork Angel:
...oh, wait.

Clockwork Angel:
Duh.

Tiffany:
Don't turn Rosa into a robot and use her

Clockwork Angel:
Assuming we can control the whole killing everybody thing

Clockwork Angel:
Rosa's a pretty great singer.

Tiffany:
(D) I just said don't do that

Clockwork Angel:
Or well, her Replicant is

Clockwork Angel:
So, hey, I have a reason to shove that back in her now

Tiffany:
Funny story about that.

Darius:
There are only two other people to've shown any musical talent in this entire campaign (D)

Darius:
One is Marona who would probably just try to kill me

Darius:
and the other is Ladd.

Tiffany:
Now you're just straight-up lying

Darius:
There's SLASH, I guess

Darius:
But we're, liek

Darius:
an OPERA

Darius:
we don't need a rock drummer : |

Darius:
seriously Rosa's replicant was an operatic singer, Clockwork's music is in hymns/hums, and Marian as far as I remember is also an opera singer

Darius:
it works way too well

Tiffany:
>yfw I just have to perform in BOTH your bands

Tiffany:
er, both my band, and yours

Darius:
I can't exactly use anyone from another band (D)

Darius:
Unless you're just Charlotte in this one.

Darius:
I still prefer Rosa.

Tiffany:
I would be Charlotte in that one.

Darius:
Though convincing her may be tough...Angel may be able to do it

Darius:
*adds an h to fluff*

Darius:
*suddenly, it's spelled fhluff and pronounced "flow"*

Darius:
*because ENGLISH*

Tiffany:
blame the language that word was stolen from

Tiffany:
English is a complete and utter hodgepodge

Tiffany:
also, man

Darius:
well it was a reference to my earlier use of though and tough in the same sentence

Tiffany:
Flygon's eyes not being those red things, but rather BENEATH those red things still gets me http://pokemontabletop.wdfiles.com/local--files/pokemon-images/flygon.jpg

Darius:
those are guards

Darius:
you nidhogger

Tiffany:
I know, now at least.

Tiffany:
it's not as though it was made clear in the sprite. http://cdn.bulbagarden.net/upload/f/f0/Spr_3r_330.png

Darius:
always was, the eyes are right there (D)

Darius:
But yeah, your competition is gonna be fierce.

Tiffany:
Let's lead with this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kkxWyt7K4hw

Darius:
queen isn't even punk

Tiffany:
I never claimed it was

Darius:
YOU'RE punk

Dookie:
and now I must make like the bass and drop

Dookie:
WUB WUB

Tiffany:
bangarang
You have disconnected.
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Thrice has connected.
Thrice:
not many souls here today

Ostrelephant:
Oh well hay there, sure do appreciate all the help

Ostrelephant:
now I'm crunchy experiment food
Dookie: (( and so continuing off from last time, I assume you make a break for it to room...what was it now, room m I assume ))
Thrice: (( let me check, I remember more that I was going to just beat the thing down ))
Thrice: (( I know at least I was changing styles ))
Dookie: (( oh yes ))
Dookie: (( you were gonna transform into that other thing ))
Thrice: (( cause Angel can't fight this thing, or any of these things ))
Thrice: (( er okay I can't check ))
Thrice: (( log does not exit ))
Thrice: (( Anyhow ))
Dookie: (( Was planning on inserting this into the log because otherwise it's too short )