Ty frowns at the sudden blaring interruption of his cupcake reverie. He opens his briefcase and displays his offer to Alan without saying a word.

I added a handy turn index to the initial post, which will be kept up to date with links to each turn as they are published....

Now, if only John would post his orders.... He has 2.25 more hours to do so.

2.25 hours til we blow up? Super hella lame.
Alan is a favorite of mine. I had so many plans... so many.

Fancy Feast wrote:

2.25 hours til we blow up? Super hella lame.
Alan is a favorite of mine. I had so many plans... so many.

I never said you'll blow up next turn.... just in a specific number of turns--a number that none of the characters knows right now since none of them are even aware of the danger that they're in. And, as the rules state, each character will receive a free roll to dodge anything that immediately threatens their character.

Hippopoctopus wrote:

Fancy Feast wrote:

2.25 hours til we blow up? Super hella lame.
Alan is a favorite of mine. I had so many plans... so many.

I never said you'll blow up next turn.... just in a specific number of turns--a number that none of the characters knows right now since none of them are even aware of the danger that they're in. And, as the rules state, each character will receive a free roll to dodge anything that immediately threatens their character.

Oh right the time limit. He should be out of work pretty soon, I just feel bad assaulting him with demands to post something the moment he gets home all the time.

Fancy Feast wrote:

Hippopoctopus wrote:

Fancy Feast wrote:

2.25 hours til we blow up? Super hella lame.
Alan is a favorite of mine. I had so many plans... so many.

I never said you'll blow up next turn.... just in a specific number of turns--a number that none of the characters knows right now since none of them are even aware of the danger that they're in. And, as the rules state, each character will receive a free roll to dodge anything that immediately threatens their character.

Oh right the time limit. He should be out of work pretty soon, I just feel bad assaulting him with demands to post something the moment he gets home all the time.

I don't. Want me to do it?

Briolase wrote:

Fancy Feast wrote:

Hippopoctopus wrote:

Fancy Feast wrote:

2.25 hours til we blow up? Super hella lame.
Alan is a favorite of mine. I had so many plans... so many.

I never said you'll blow up next turn.... just in a specific number of turns--a number that none of the characters knows right now since none of them are even aware of the danger that they're in. And, as the rules state, each character will receive a free roll to dodge anything that immediately threatens their character.

Oh right the time limit. He should be out of work pretty soon, I just feel bad assaulting him with demands to post something the moment he gets home all the time.

I don't. Want me to do it?

Haha yes please

Okay. Gerard is going to unzip... slowly. All that talk about Alans sister has got him moist.

profxmas wrote:

Okay. Gerard is going to unzip. All that talk about Alans sister has got him moist.

Justin, My Lord and Pagemaster Forever Amen's gonna blow us up anyway, may as well get one last tug on.

Alan notices from the back of the cab that the sexiness factor has at least quintupled. He unzips as well and crawls into Ty's lap, calling out to the driver to join them in the back.

"Stop that, my gramma is watching" Ty pushes Alan away and yells, "Cover your eyes, Gramma!"

And for some reason, I keep thinking of John's character as an Argonian.

I think Justin, My Lord and Pagemaster Forever Amen needs to see how well we all unzip and what not. We should pause for a second.

"Let her. She just might learn something."

profxmas wrote:

I think Justin, My Lord and Pagemaster Forever Amen, My Lord and Pagemaster Forever Amen needs to see how well we all unzip and what not. We should pause for a second.

You should probably get a + modifier for unzipping

I would hope that the sewer dwelling homeless get at least a +2 on that.

Oh god. I don't know what I expected from you, but for the sake of clarity, is unzipping your pants actually your action John? Try not to think about where another critical failure could land you.

Sorry, I was busy...er... watching... documentaries.

You mean midget porn?

And by documentaries you mean porn right? Like, sexy midget space bots or something probably.

profxmas wrote:

You mean midget porn?

Hahahaha

Also yes unzipping is my action. I understand what a critical failure could do but, what about a critical success?

Fancy Feast wrote:

profxmas wrote:

You mean midget porn?

Hahahaha

A man likes what a man likes! Who are you to judge! >_>

Hippopoctopus wrote:

Fancy Feast wrote:

profxmas wrote:

You mean midget porn?

Hahahaha

A man likes what a man likes! Who are you to judge! >_>

I... I was just laughing cuz I said midget porn too... Don't hit me

Turn 2

Alan couldn't help but grin at the hellish music. The band certainly brought back some fond memories of the good old days. He nearly protested the driver turning it off, but had more pressing matters to deal with.
"ANYWAY. I ASSUME YOU NEED MY SERVICES FOR SOMETHING?" he inadvertantly screamed (6) due in part to his eardrums still recovering, and in part to his own awkward social tendencies and disorders.  Shit, now his voice was sore in addition to his ears.
Ty smiled slyly at the boy as he lifted the ominous briefcase he'd been holding onto since he had gotten into the cab. Soon, he knew, the young man wouldn't care what he needed him for, only that he got the contents of this case. With a slick flick of his deft, cybernetically enhanced digits, Lavreil popped the briefcase open (2). The container made an audible hiss as heavy steam escaped and wafted gently to the floor of the cab. Well, that wasn't supposed to happen, but Ty was sure the dramatic effect did nothing but bolster the eagerness of the young hacker. Without glancing into the case, Ty turned it toward Alan, smiling smugly as he expected the holo display to pop up.
"Uhhhh, so, half a tuna sub, a beer with a handknit cozy that says 'best granson ever,' and, er, is that human ear?" Alan offered quite hoarsely as he looked into the contents of what Ty realized too late was the wrong case. Alan felt the last remnants of his voice fade as he spoke, "Did you want me to try to rig a custom deck with these or something? This really isn't my kind of gig...."
Up front, the shady cab driver reached his grimy hand down to clutch his crotch and give it a good clench. God, sometimes these weirder fares really got his capacitors charged. He adjusted his hand as a smile etched its way across his battle-scarred cheeks and his eyes flitted again to the rear-view mirror, noticing that his passengers were into some kinky shit with fog, sandwiches, and... was that a human ear? He fingered the zipper of his pants with a filth-crusted fingernail, and began to ever so slowly zip it down (4), shifting his weight in his seat as he released his hairy, sweaty dataminer. The scent of musty laundry and vinegar erupted from betwixt his legs. He hoped they didn't notice. Or that they did, if they were into this kind of shit...
Meanwhile, the silent countdown to their demise ticked on, even though a holographic display that was only visible to the driver of the cab ticked down in the left of Gerard's peripheral field of vision.

Current Status wrote:

Hearing is back to normal
Countdown to self-destruction is still going
Your party has gained:
1 Tunamelt
1 Beer (cozied)
1 possibly a human ear?

Should have smelled like lavender. Why do you suck so much at rolling dice?