Fancy Feast wrote:

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

I actually rolled a 4 for John, and played it out that way. I don't know why I wrote "2," but you're right: missed opportunity with the olfactory senses. Although, this is his balls, not his anus, that you guys are about to smell.

I'm gonna speed towards the cupcake place and hope to get there before I jizzaculate. 

Also I'm gonna look around for a napkin or rag in case I do.

Ty will lean forward and ask "For the love of fuck, What's that smell?" (any chance he'll notice the countdown?)

Alan tries to roll down his window.

Turn 3

As the smell of disgusting hobo cyberballs begins to permeate the air within the cab, Ty scrunches up his nose in an almost cute fashion and leans forward to demand something of the cabby (2), but shuts his open mouth as he gets an eyeful of cabby wang, while inadvertently dropping the contents of his lunchbox onto the sticky floor of the vehicle. "Damnit!" he mutters. That ear was probably pretty important, and the beer is most likely completely shook-up now.
Meanwhile, Alan attempts to alleviate the odorous atmosphere by rolling his window down (6), which he does so hard that he accidentally sprains his wrist, while permanently locking the window in the fully-down position.
Unaware of the eyes on his member, Gerard punches the gas (6), heading to his passengers' destination as his free hand searches for a rag, just in case he jizzaculates. His hand happens upon the soft tissue of a human ear which, as he was speeding, got bounced into the front of the vehicle. "That'll do," he groans euphorically as he ejects his veteran's blessings into the disembodied earhole.
He shuts his eyes for a brief moment as he transcends his humanity, only to open them to see Cuppin' Your Cakes directly ahead of him, and entirely too close. He slams his foot on the brake, causing his seatbeltless passengers to be flung forward through the windshield of the hovercab. Ty, with his cybernetic enhancements rolls a couple times (4) only to land standing on his feet, as if that's exactly what he meant to happen, largely unphased, and still lookin' good, as far as he could tell from the reflection in the window of the bakery, at least until Alan (3) went crashing through it with minor cuts and scratches.
"Goddamnit," sighed the owner of the establishment as he looked up to see what caused such a ruckus, "not again."

Gerard let out a sigh of satisfaction from behind the wheel of the cab. Today was a good day so far.

Hippopoctopus wrote:

 "That'll do," he groans euphorically as he ejects his veteran's blessings into the disembodied earhole.

         

Fancy Feast wrote:

Hippopoctopus wrote:

 "That'll do," he groans euphorically as he ejects his veteran's blessings into the disembodied earhole.

         

If we had to choose one quote to describe us as a guild.....

this is where Gerard would demand payment

Alan rolls around on the parking lot screaming for medical attention.

Fancy Feast wrote:

Alan rolls around on the parking lot screaming for medical attention.

He's actually inside the cupcake store. He crashed through the window.

Hippopoctopus wrote:

Fancy Feast wrote:

Alan rolls around on the parking lot screaming for medical attention.

He's actually inside the cupcake store. He crashed through the window.

But... it says he crashed through the windshield then Ty used the window as a mirror of sorts. I double checked cuz I wasn't sure at first.
Doesn't matter. He's still making a ruckus.

profxmas wrote:

this is where Gerard would demand payment

Ty already paid, he swiped his bank implant.

Ty will phone a cult contact for quick extraction for him and Alan.

Briolase wrote:

Ty will phone a cult contact for quick extraction for him and Alan.

But what about the cupcakes? :p

Hippopoctopus wrote:

Briolase wrote:

Ty will phone a cult contact for quick extraction for him and Alan.

But what about the cupcakes? :p

There should be time to grab cupcakes before his contact arrives - he won't leave without cupcakes!

I'm trying to decide if demanding payment was what John wanted to be his action, or if he was just saying that's what he would do after jizzing in any given situation.... His character is the only one still in the cab right now....

I already paid - and considering how shoddy the service was, I should demand a refund. Not to mention he defiled my disembodied ear.

Briolase wrote:

I already paid - and considering how shoddy the service was, I should demand a refund. Not to mention he defiled my disembodied ear.

That's what I think, unless he's just a confused old homeless man who doesn't know what's going on and lives life in a hazy state of nigh-constant temulency, just trying to carry himself from one drunken ejaculation to the next. If that's the case, then the upcoming mini-fission bomb might actually be seen by some as a sort of public service....

Okay, Gerard is going to take his homemade suppository. It's the only way he knows how to get high anymore. Then he is going to look for clients within the cupcake shop, with the logic that any addict would probably enjoy cupcakes just as much as himself.

Dangit, I left my dice at home.

Gerard is an alchemist addicted to the drugs that he himself makes. I was assuming he was driving high from the start.

Get the diceroll app and then you're never ever truly without dice.

I have all kinds of dice roll apps, but I like rolling physical dice. I don't trust electronic gods of random number generation.

Well yes, physical dice are preferable but YOU DO NOT HAVE THEM WITH YOU, so roll an app. Jeebus.