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purplerosesbeauty rolled 1 100-sided dice:
27
Total: 27 (1-100)
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 Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 6:18 am
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tenaciousgadabout rolled 1 100-sided dice:
58
Total: 58 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 10:51 am
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Buffel Obille:
Today's Points:
Total Points: 15
Buffel trudged over to the booth, smile beaming as he realized who was manning it.
”Sarcel! Nahori! Long time, no see!”
He wasn't sure what the proper greeting would be for them. Was a hug not formal enough while they were working? Was a handshake too formal for friends? He decided the best way would be to give their booth a go so he could gauge how formal they needed to be.
”I was hopin' to try out yer booth if I could, maybe we can catch up a bit after? Iff'n yer not too busy er anything!”
Quote: It's smooth sailing until you notice a good chunk of the track ahead of you is missing. It's been damaged by the enemy (or maybe never been built at all). It's rough, but you manage to pull it out of your a** somehow. That is, until an "Unmanned" ""Tank"" (see: snowmobile) charges straight into you. Well whatever, you were near the end anyway. When you make it to Sergeant Hamham, he's got the stolen documents in paw.
The gunslinger kept his eyes peeled as best he could, following the track as best as he could. The snow was hard to parse through, but he'd been tracking things with tougher signs since he was grub. The sled weaved left and right, following the trail to the finish line. Suddenly however, their was no track to follow. He'd be worried that he'd just lost his eye on it if not for it's very visible abrupt end.
”Welp, guess I'm gonna have to use my own judgment here. Not like that's ever failed me before.”
Buffel was on the lookout for any sign of his critter pal. That little varmint would be the best sign that he'd made it to the end.
So enthralled was he in his search that he hadn't noticed the snowmobile driving itself toward him menacingly until it was practically upon him. He turned at the sound to find it practically on top of his sled. Bracing his arms around his face for the inevitable impact, he leapt off and out of it's path with a yell,
”What the-!?”
before crashing into the ground below. Picking himself up, he saw he was close to the finish line anyhow. He brushed himself off a bit as he made his way to the Sergeant. He gave courteous salute before taking the documents in his metal grasp.
”The road was quite treacherous to receive these, Sergeant. Take care ya don't find yerself in the path of any unmanned tanks, y'hear?”
With a soft pat upon the head, he left his messenger to go find where his friends could be. Hopefully they had some time to kill!
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Hobo Pixi rolled 1 100-sided dice:
65
Total: 65 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 11:39 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 1:59 pm
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Sarcel offered Buffel an informal, two fingered salute. "Salutations, Obille." She remembered the yellowblood very fondly from their space expeditions. "By all means. Show us what you can do." She spoke amiably, but firmly at the same time. Her tone issued a challenge.
Unfortunately with as much traffic as their booth had been getting, Sarcel had only been allotting herself short breaks here and there. It wasn't really too much work, though--just a lot of supervision (for the most part, as the course had been totaled twice now).
Still, she accepted the papers and put them with the rest... of... the papers. There were many papers. She hoped the stock of Hamhams at the end of the course wasn't running low. Actually, her hair was a bit more dusted with snow than when Buffel set off. Perhaps the unmanned tanks were simply operated by an invisible force? Hmm...
"Duly noted." She offered a tired, but sincere smile. It was then that Sarcel realized she was terrible at small talk, "What... did you want to speak about earlier?" She supposed she could take a break right now.
saedusk nahori join in when u can
tenaciousgadabout we can also move to prp if we want! |
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KitsuneAura rolled 1 100-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 5:14 pm
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Quote: Lorata Points: 30 Your sled just doesn't move at all. There's no give to it--seems like the break is forced down? No? There's no break even equipped on it? What the heck did you do to it? You could walk, but there's no way you'll make it in time. If that wasn't bad enough, the enemy reinforcements have arrived and are hammering down on you! That is to say, Sarcel is standing a few feet away looking unimpressed as she lobs snowballs at you. Nahori is there too, but she looks marginally more bad about it, like she's pitying your misfortune.
Lorata had thought this would be a better day than the last two. No crawling through trenches, no flying through trees. There'd still be a ridiculous amount of speed on a questionable track, but she liked going fast and the ground was much preferable to the air and she was sure she had this one. She was absolutely sure of it, up until the moment she got her sled and it just...didn't move. At all. One moment of confusion stretched into two as it continued to not move despite her best efforts. No amount of wiggling or nudging made any difference at all!
Had it gotten frozen to the ground somehow? Had someone broken it before she came along and forgotten to tell Sarce to fix it? Had the sled- Before she could muster up another wild theory to make sense of the situation, she was struck with an epiphany so startling that it knocked her clean off of the sled. Or, no. Correction: It had been a snowball that had knocked her off of the sled. The epiphany that had come along with it, the two words that resounded throughout her mind as she shoved herself up out of the snow, were 'sabotage' and 'ambush'.
Ducking a second snowball, the seadweller let out a huff of air with a hiss. She tracked the attack back to Sarcel and Nahori, eyes narrowing as she took in their expressions and registered that they weren't stopping. It was bad enough that Sarcel had done this to her, but the pitying look Nahori was leveling at her...How dare they! Very deliberately, glare never wavering, she reached up to pull her goggles down over her eyes. If Sarcel wanted to play war, they'd play war.
Lorata reached out to scoop up snow, packing it as quickly as she could, and then surged to her feet with a shrill war cry to throw it as hard as she could at Sarcel's face.
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Taki-di rolled 1 100-sided dice:
41
Total: 41 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 5:16 pm
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Doutei rolled 1 100-sided dice:
46
Total: 46 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 6:40 pm
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Yamashii rolled 1 100-sided dice:
24
Total: 24 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 7:33 pm
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screamingshark rolled 1 100-sided dice:
35
Total: 35 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 7:43 pm
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DraconicFeline rolled 1 100-sided dice:
92
Total: 92 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 7:58 pm
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Psykgi Mentha
Was this getting crazier or was this just her imagination? First a Zipline, and now a slide?
Okay, okay, she could do that.
[As dangerous as the alpine slide seems, your trip down is totally uneventful and actually a ton of fun. What a blast! It's almost like there's no carnage to be had today! Sergeant Hamham is waiting with the stolen documents to go home with you when you make it to the end. His admiration for you borders on unadulterated affection.]
She stood back a bit to let the Sirens take their turn... and fail. Psykgi might have found it funny... actually, it was very funny, failure generally was, but she also felt kind of sorry for them -- especially for Lorata. For a competent seadweller, failure had to be extra difficult to take.
Psykgi actually contemplated going over to Flydra too, maybe helping her up, but considering the mood the woman was in, there was a high likelihood of getting her blood "sampled". Best to wait a while.
Psykgi tried out the course... and immediately wished she'd been able to sign up for bobsledding because it was a huge blast. controlling the thing was difficult, but she could manage it... and she "rescued" the plushie and his documents in a dramatic sled chase, snow pelting around her.
Glob, that was too fun, Now to see if anyone needed assistance of some sort.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 9:06 pm
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Sarcel didn't look pitying, blessedly, but she did feel bad inwardly as she hit Lorata with a snowball. And then another. No hard feelings, Gorgos, but she had to give everyone the same treatment or it wasn't fair. She debated looking around the other stalls for some apology hot-cocoa to give her afterwards, but then Lorata retaliated.
It stung. The snow was tightly packed and cold and it made her eye water a little bit. So that's how it was!
"Defector!" Sarcel dove behind an idle snowmobile for cover as she packed a snowball. Peeking up, she lobbed it back in the seadweller's direction as she readied another, catching a glimpse of Scorpa, "You too?!"
Bizarrely, she wondered for a second if this was playing. They were playing, right? She could tell Lorata was steamed, but this was play, right? It would be bad taste to not take this totally seriously? "Stand down, Lieutenants! It doesn't have to end this way!" She held up another snowball as a warning. She would continue to shoot.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 9:21 pm
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Melancholies generated a random number between
1 and 14 ...
13!
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2018 9:44 pm
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