No, he's not a vampire currently in the story, but I think it should happen. At first I really didn't want to be, but now I can see where it would fit.

Have you met us?

Alan shifted nervously in his seat as he began to sweat uncontrollably. He had planned on this meeting taking at most an hour and had measured out his stim dosage accordingly. They had been circling the same city block for hours now- the cab driver obviously had no idea where he was going. He looked over at Ty and nearly screamed when he saw the man had been replaced by some sort of horrific squid creature.

"Are- are you real?" He asked, voice barely above a whisper.

The squid blinked ponderously at him and spoke in a deep, monotone voice. "And who are you to determine what is real and what is not?"

"Wha-" Alan gasped. Searing heat overtook his body as the world shifted further around him. Colors inverted, lights melded together to create a spiraling psychedelic dreamscape. His clothes were positively suffocating. Fighting the stubborn fabric in a panicked flurry of movement, he eventually managed to strip down to his underwear.

     

     

I love that this is 3 pages already and the first turn has yet to occur.

Gerard is gonna turn on the radio and pretend hes not staring into the mirror looking back at his 2 passengers more often then he should.

ty will punch in the address to his favorite cupcake emporium to the cab's console. He wants to buy cupcakes for his gramma.

Turn 1

Ty shot the review mirror a quick glance. Hot damn, he looked good. As he was checking himself out, he noticed their driver quickly shift his eyes from the mirror back to the road. Ty deftly punches in the address for his favorite cupcake emporium on the seat-back keypad (4) before fingering the clasp on a black metal briefcase and turning his attention to the young man beside him.
Alan sat in the back of the dimly lit taxi. His left leg jittered anxiously, restless eyes shifting around to to look at everything but the man beside him. He absolutely loathed meeting with clients face-to-face, especially shady assholes like this.
Tugging his hood forward to ensure it still mostly covered his face, he reluctantly shot a look at the other man (5). "So. Where are we going exactly?" he queried as his eyes caught sight of a small manufacturer's imprint on the man's wrist. So, he was obviously a modder, Alan thought. Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal. Hell, Alan's own granny was probably a modder of some kind. However, this particular manufacturer was one that Alan recognized as one that was not typically available to the private sector. He pretended to scratch his leg, ensuring that the vibroknife was still secure in his sock.
"Tell me, Mister Maher," Ty began. Alan flinched visibly at the mention of his legal last name. "Apologies. Tell me Artemis, have you ever tasted a cupcake so utterly moist, with frosting so delectable that it gave you what can only be described as a mouthgasm? Few men maintain an appreciation for the art of analog baking in this day and age."
Alan shifted uneasily in his seat again. "Uh, ok. So, do you want to tell me what this is all about? You said you had information on my sister--and lots of credits with my name on them--in your wave...."
The already uneasy conversation ground to a halt as the cab radio suddenly switched on (1), blasting something akin to the Bloodhound Gang as a deathmetal band helmed by malfunctioning hooker robots who loved disco balls and sex noises as much as musical dissonance. The discombobulating sound lasted for mere seconds which dragged on for what seemed like hours as the cabby bumbled with the controls, apologizing and swearing profusely to no one in particular, since no one could hear a word he was saying. Finally, the godawful racket subsided, and Gerard continued to apologize, not realizing that, as he was fucking around with the radio controls, he had accidentally armed the cab's standard issue Happy-Boy^TM mini fission bomb self-destruct mode. As a security feature, the countdown was silent.

current status wrote:

For the next turn, everyone will receive a -1 on anything that has to do with listening to anything. Ty will unfortunately receive a -2, as his internal hearing-amplifier mods are completely fucked and need to re-calibrate.

The cab and its occupants will attempt to self-destruct in a specific number of turns.

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?"

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