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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Hello?


Welcome back, Impulse. Anyone else? We're almost done with this week as well.

Posted on 2017-02-15 at 18:20:43.

Topic: Supernatural Q&A thread
Subject: Sounds good.


Looking forward to it, but keep in mind that I haven't seen hide nor hair of a few regular players in some time now. May have to rattle some cages.

Posted on 2017-02-15 at 18:19:57.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: I've posted a short piece.


FYI - There's some more opportunity to interact. Just trying to keep the game alive while we wait for Real Life to release its death grip on our other players. I further encourage those who can to do the same. Involve NPC's, create subplots, etc.

Posted on 2017-02-13 at 09:10:01.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Additional scheduling...


Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday - 42137.6)
USS Peregrine; Deck 4 - Sickbay - 15:30


Level 3 Diagnostics complete. Results: Database integrity secure. No Data tampering or loss detected.

For the third time in the short period since he discovered the error, Crewman Toriak raised his eyebrows. Looking up from the screen, he scans the semi-circular room but Dana is no where to be seen. Such a small thing for the woman to overlook, Toriak tilts his head to the side a bit and pulls up the inner-ship communication system. Keying in a couple of commands he activates the direct line to Cook's communicator.

"Chief Cook," he intones.

Chief PO Dana Cook had just left the Brig where she was visiting her friend; supposedly for a medical check up, but she had also wanted to check on her friend's mental condition as well. Chief—no, Petty Officer—Crane had received a tremendous shock with the consequences of her actions, but Dana thought she would get though it alright in the end. Dana paused and leaned against the wall for a moment, she looked up and down the hallway and gave her head a slight shake as if to clear her mind. For a moment she didn't know where she was headed. She could go back to Sickbay, but Miraan had taken over the rest of her shift, since her own shift was starting right afterwards. So Dana wasn't sure where she was going now.

=/=Cook here.=/= Dana said as she straightened herself and glanced around to see if anyone had seen her leaning against the wall, but there was no one else in the corridor at the moment.

"It would appear that you have not completed your mandatory medical examination for this latest period. Would you like for me to schedule it?"

There's an uncharacteristic pause causing Crewman Toriak to wonder for a moment if his message had been received.

=/=Are you sure Crewman?=/= she replies.

"I have performed a diagnostic check on the data's integrity, Chief," Toriak responds flatly. "There is no doubt."

=/=Well, I'm positive that Doctor Synklar performed my physical just three months ago=/= Dana says trying to keep the tremor from her voice. =/=Perhaps she just forgot to log it into the system. Well, no matter, the new CMO has ordered updated physicals on the entire crew, so it will get rectified properly. Don't worry about scheduling me right now, we'll get the rest of the crew done prior to the medical staff.=/=

"Affirmative, Chief. Have a good remainder of the day." Orders in hand, Toriak gives the situation no more consideration that to log his conversation in the personnel file notes. Concern for the integrity of data has been resolved and he returns to his methodical records work. There are a number of additional crewmen and officers that need their physicals performed. Doctor Moore definitely has a full schedule for the next number of days. The Vulcan crewman cannot fathom how she can complete the task before the ship arrives at the summit.

Scanning the list of personnel who have yet to make an appointment for their physical, Toriak quickly comes across more names with which to engage.

"Crewman Toriak to Chief Berk," he calls in his monotone tenor.

(OCC: Assuming a response.)

"Doctor Moore has requested full physicals for all of the crew. Our records show that you have yet to schedule an appointment. Would you like for me to schedule one now?"

(OOC: Answer pending.)

Posted on 2017-02-13 at 09:06:01.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Bummer.


Seeing how I've no input from players by which to base a game progression post, I will not be posting this week. Will hopefully be able to continue the game next week.

Posted on 2017-02-13 at 08:48:00.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: I'll do one better...


Blossom has a map that she's shared with you all. The building across campus that's a rectangle in the upper left corner... that's the dorms. The buildings just to the north of the parking lot are the administration buildings.

Posted on 2017-02-09 at 10:51:23.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Judging from...


The Facebook posts indicate that the transporter really screwed up his insides.

Posted on 2017-02-09 at 10:49:04.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Maybe...


There might be transporter problems. Someone check the logs and see if there have been any failed attempts!

Posted on 2017-02-08 at 13:21:21.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Nope. None.


Sorry, Tann, but nope.

Despite the entertainment that your experience provides, I do wish you better health, Hammer.

Posted on 2017-02-07 at 10:43:27.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Nope.


He stands where he is. They have full body armor, as in head to toe. The combat gear is like into the military's or SWAT. No weakness that Casino can easily make out let alone trust a single bullet to.

Posted on 2017-02-06 at 22:12:51.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: I think that's OK.


I'll allow it, Tann. But it'll cost ya one Creative Currency.

As for the map, here you go!



How come I've got no posts? I know it was the Super Bowl and all that, but...

Posted on 2017-02-06 at 09:57:19.
Edited on 2017-02-06 at 09:58:33 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Fantastic!


Now I don't have to blow up the ship.

Posted on 2017-02-06 at 09:55:26.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Correct


That's a good assumption.

Posted on 2017-02-05 at 20:16:31.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: All right! Everyone's caught up.


Now's the time for all y'all to make plans and posts. I will be posting again Monday. By the way, I appreciate the thought put into helping to flesh out the scenes by descriptive posts. So, feel free to elaborate on character thoughts, smells, sights, textures, etc. If there's something amiss, I'll correct it, but we're all telling the story here. So, have at it!

Posted on 2017-02-02 at 10:59:39.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A Night City Adventure
Subject: You've been enlisted now!


Night City Regional General Hospital, Emergency Room | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - Day 2 (Saturday), 2:47 AM PST
Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)
Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

"Mr. Metalhead, I'm not going to offer you payment in traditional currency. I'm going to do better than that. Be a help to me and I'll pay you by allowing you to live. Cause me any problems and I'll make sure you are forced to watch as I kill every last one of these poor, sickly people while they look you in the eye knowing that you're the reason they're dying. Then, I'll slowly push a Q-tip so far into your ear that it'll go through your eardrum and penetrate your brain.

"It's a slow, agonizing way to die, Mr. Meathead, but I'm guessing that you and I are going to be besties and I won't have to employ such nasty methods of retribution. What d'ya say, Mr. Meathead? BFFs?"

"Well, to be honest, I don't give a s*** about any of these people, don't know them, or want to know them. As far as BFF's; sure why not BFF's, and am I Mr. Metalhead or Mr. Meathead? I just want to be sure so I come when you call me." Casino pauses for an answer, but when the completely black clad man makes no indication of clarifying, the large solo continues. "However, first I need to take care of something personal. Then I‘ll be your trusty BFF forever."

Slowly moving, making no sudden movements, Casino looks about for something sharp, hoping for a scalpel or even a letter opener and a plastic bag or a surgical glove. The waiting room is bereft of such items in ready view leaving the gunman in a situation where he either needs to compromise his intent or get creative.

"May I?" the blonde cyborg motions with cuffed hands towards the body of Riggs where it is sprawled amidst overturned chairs. "Those two cops took some things of mine and I want them back after this is done."

"Slowly," the incursion leader acknowledges.

Moving once more—again slowly—well aware of the gun pointed at his back, the large solo makes his way to the body of Riggs. Kneeling beside him, he pauses to look at the cop one last time no emotion written on his hard features before he pats the officer's pockets down to first retrieve the key for the handcuffs.

Concussion washes over head and shoulders followed immediately by the strenuous sound of the plastic charge exploding at the nurse's station. His attention drawn momentarily from the task at hand, Casino looks up in time to see smoke clearing and the remainder of the door dangling from a single bent and distorted hinge at the top of the blackened and battered frame. Returning to his pat down, the gun for hire finds the key he's looking for and proceeds to unlock the cuffs, grateful that his Pain Editor is once again in operation. Looking back at the leader of the Soil LIberation Group, the blonde man indicates the small folded knife at Riggs' belt.

"I said no weapons," the masked man remarks off-handedly.

"Just need to insure I can collect my belongings after all this is over," Casino replies flatly. "I won't keep it."

The terrorist is silent for a moment in consideration before motioning that the leather wearing brute can go about what he's intending. Unclipping the knife, Casino is sure to move with deliberate intent so as not to give those watching him any reason to open fire. The blade clicks into place with ease and Riggs' right thumb is taken in hand. Steeling himself for the gruesome task, Casino places the knife to the knuckle and uses all of his considerable strength to press the blade through the flesh, bone, and tendons. Blood flows but doesn't spurt, a sure sign that Riggs' heart has stopped beating and within a span of a number of seconds the grim solo has removed the thumb.

Placing the severed digit in the front right pocket of his black duster, he moves up the body to Riggs' face and without hesitation cuts the right eyeball from the dead man's skull. This is a little squishier and a lot less sturdy. Adding it to the same pocket, Casino silently hopes that the eyeball doesn't get pressed and burst as he rises to his full six foot two inches in height and turns to the Soil's leader.

"Ok, now I'm all yours boss."

"Now," the man's voice is filled with raucous disbelief. "That was some messed up s***, Mr. Metalhead!" He turns his masked features to the woman soldier standing nearby. "That was some messed up s***, wasn't it?" She nods, her covered face and eyes never turning from Casino.

Looking back at his newly acquired mercenary, the leader of the SLG continues, "Of course, now you need to drop that toothpick."

(OOC: Assuming Casino complies and drops the knife.)

"Good," the man says cheerfully. "It seems like we really are gonna be BFFs."

Another of the Liberation group approaches from the nurse's station and leans in to whisper something to the leader. Down past the conversation and the huddled group of hostages, Casino witnesses the gathering of squad cars with lights flashing in the ambulance loading zone.

"Mr. Metalhead," the leader directs his attention towards Casino once again. "Pick up Officer Pirate's handgun by the barrel and pop the clip. Empty the rounds into your left hand and set them on the chair in front of you. That'll leave one round in the chamber. You can put the clip back in and that'll be your weapon for the time being. We're going on a little walk, you and I, and I think you might need to shoot something."

Posted on 2017-02-02 at 10:57:47.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Biometric


Fingerprint and eye scan combo. Good questions.

Posted on 2017-01-31 at 09:59:09.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Correct.


It should indeed. There's a safe in the trunk of the squad car within which they use biometric scanners to secure confiscated materials.

Posted on 2017-01-30 at 18:00:44.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A Night City Adventure
Subject: Time to plan... Will post for Tann when he posts.


West 43875 St. 52 High | Night City Integrate | High City | UrbanZone - Day 2 (Saturday), 3:30 AM PST
Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)
Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

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Bars block any further progress. With a sniff containing perhaps a little bit of frustration and a whole lot of horrid aroma, Vegas gently lowers himself back down the water while turning his head to avoid the splash of the water across his arms from hitting him in the face as much as possible.

"There's a series of bars across the opening," he informs everyone in a voice that carries just over the sound of the descending rush of rainwater.

Fixer, having already noted Vegas's hesitation as he reached the top of the ladder, makes some mental commands to activate the bracer on his right forearm as his left hand moves to unzip the sleeve all the way to his elbow. A small saw springs out and begins a lazy spin as it was not yet needed to cut into anything. The small whine is its own distinct noise, but the techie hopes that perhaps the sound of the storm will dampen it out.

"Let me up, I can check to see if it is hardwired for security, and cut through it if not," Fixer speaks up in a firm tone for maybe the first time since joining the group. This is one problem he can get them through.

"I'll watch our backs while you figure out a way past the grate." Ghlahn shifts the position of his shouldered rifle as he turns and begins to make his way back the way they had come, his Colt AMT Model 2000 in hand.

Stepping through the path that the rest of the group opens for him, Fixer grips the cold ladder rungs and attempts to ignore the wash of icy water over his forearms as he climbs. Reaching the lip of the runoff, he grips the uppermost bar tightly with his left hand and mentally activates the techscanner in his right forearm bracer, moving his arm about the space in front of him and reviewing the readings in his optics viewscreen.

Feeling confident in his scan, the techie deactivates techscanner and sets the saw blade in motion. Sparks fly and the sound of grinding metal rolls back offensively into the tunnel. Occasionally, Fixer glances up from his work to scan the yard stretching out before him. Accelerated heart rate and the jarring of the saw cutting away adds sweat to the rainwater coursing over his body. One wrong turn of luck and this gig is fried.

One bar cut through at the top and still no apparent indication that they'd been discovered. There aren't any lights on in the building directly across from them—a gym from all appearances. No lights on in the structure adjacent to it either. The one further away and between the two did have an exterior light on somewhere about it, somewhere not within Fixer's line of sight, but it isn't bright enough to spill over into the yard. The techie proceeds with the lower section of the first bar, towards the base as close as he can get it.

The torch would have cut quicker, but the sparks from the saw are alarming enough. A highly heated source of light would have spilled its soul across the courtyard and played ghostly images dancing in pagan delight while it did so. No. This is the best solution. Time-consuming, but the best nonetheless.

On to the second bar, the first having dropped away into the mud just outside the mouth of the drainage duct. The first had taken him close to four minutes to cut through. He had another four to go.

Below, Blossom displays the only map she can find of the schoolyard to the others. "We're here," she indicates the point on the map and then points clear across campus to a large building off in its own corner. "According to the directory, that's the dorms. And this," she indicates the clumped together group of buildings in the middle of the map, specifically the bottom corner nearest the roundabout. "That's the administration building. That's where we'll need to go to get jacked in."

"Can you pull up a map of the admin building itself, doll?" Vagas asks while looking down at the holographic map.

"Negative, big daddy," the netrunner remarks. "Nothing like that available that I can see. Would need to hack into the city building records to get something like that, and that means a trip downtown."

The top of the second bar is cut through and Fixer pauses in part to allow the vibration through his arm to still and in part to see if there's been any indication that he's been spotted.

"What're these buildings?" Echo asks and points to the structures directly in front of their infiltration point.

"The sports center, classes, and showers," Blossom replies.

Seeing no sign of life in the rain-soaked compound, Fixer begins to cut through the bottom of the second bar.

"Do teachers live on campus?" the lithe nomad woman asks.

"Some," the netrunner nods, her optic viewscreen displaying the brochure site for parents. "It states that there's always a teacher presence even during off-hours and holidays."

"They'd be in the dorms," Vegas adds knowingly followed by a nod from Echo.

"So," the little Asian woman looks up at the others with a smile and water studded, heart-shaped sunglasses. "What's the plan?"

Posted on 2017-01-30 at 10:17:16.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Tann


On my Combat Gauntlet Bracer I'm pretty sure I don't have the listed weapons but do I have the grappling hook? - No additional weapons, but you do have the gear. So, yes. You have the grapple.

On my Bounty Bracer do I have all the listed items, Tracking Device, Contact Taser, Gas Sprayer? And if so can we say sleeping gas in the gas sprayer? - You have the listed items, but only have two gas pellets and the one in your pocket was confiscated when the police searched you leaving only the one in the chamber of your bracer. And remember, these blokes have combat masks, the likes of which probably have gas masks inserts.

Also can't find the write up for the Spawnblade in the books is that like a Wolverine thing hidden in my skin or was it part of the gear I gave to Fixer? - Spawnblade would have been confiscated as well. I don't recall it being amongst the gear you handed over before being arrested. It's a combat knife with a chainsaw blade.

Now that the cuffs are off is my Neural net up and running once more including my Pain Editor, Boostmaster, and my Ranged optics and such? - Yes. Your cyber is working again.

Excellent posts, y'all.

I have posted. Here's the map Blossom pulled up:



Posted on 2017-01-30 at 09:23:56.
Edited on 2017-01-30 at 10:19:32 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: The ship will come back to life...


Meanwhile, I gave you something to chew on Boo. Make it as interesting as you'd like, or a non-event, your choice.

Posted on 2017-01-30 at 09:15:20.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Oversight... or is it?


Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday - 42137.6)
USS Peregrine; Deck 4 - Sickbay - 14:30


Crewman Toriak raises his eyebrows in response to the absence of data he's just come across. Scrolling through the entries on the personnel file once more just to be certain, he again raises his eyebrows as his discovery is confirmed. Keyed in commands keep the work he's doing from interrupting the much needed rest of Sickbay's patient, PO Rogers. The chemist's condition isn't the Vulcan's concern, however, just a reason for not using voice commands to complete his queries. In this regard, Toriak is a reservist—one whom is called in should no other medical personnel be available. No. This hour finds the records specialist seeking to solve the riddle of Chief Dana Cook's missing physical. After all, the strict, by-the-book, myrmidon couldn't have possibly missed her last mandated check-up. That would be illogical.

Drawing up another screen with a couple of button selections, Toriak submits a level three diagnostics on the database. Rolling back on his heels, he watches intently as the system displays multiple lines of data scrolling past at breakneck speeds. Parameters would limit the search to specific entries related to Cook and would denote any corruption or tampering at a high level. Each subsequent diagnostics would reveal deeper investigation should something come up, but the level three should be sufficient to determine if the entry had just been misplaced—logged under another person's file—or if it had been deleted. Tampering with records is a severe code violation and would require Crewman Toriak to report the situation directly to Dr. Moore. The Vulcan medical crewman found the head nurse to be very capable in her duties and decided that should such a situation arise the chances of Dana Cook being culpable are slim to none. Four point three five seven percent, to be exact. As such, he doesn't believe that reporting an occurrence of tampering would directly affect her.

Level 3 Diagnostics complete. Results: Database integrity secure. No Data tampering or loss detected.

For the third time in the short period since he discovered the error, Crewman Toriak raised his eyebrows. Looking up from the screen, he scans the semi-circular room but Dana is no where to be seen. Such a small thing for the woman to overlook, Toriak tilts his head to the side a bit and pulls up the inner-ship communication system. Keying in a couple of commands he activates the direct line to Cook's communicator.

"Chief Cook," he intones. "Crewman Toriak. It would appear that you have not completed your mandatory medical examination for this latest period. Would you like for me to schedule it?"

Posted on 2017-01-30 at 09:14:16.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Awesome!


Looking forward to it.

Everyone else want to chime in? Discussion, plans, or just moving forward with individual posts? I post again on Monday, first thing.

Posted on 2017-01-27 at 22:56:47.

Topic: impulse exams
Subject: Tech.


Can't live without it... well, you can, but the alternative is much better.

Try switching your notes to Google Drive. Don't have to worry about paper and you can still switch around on which computers you are wanting to use.

Posted on 2017-01-27 at 22:50:16.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Naw... not dead, just sleeping!


Games do this around the first of the year. People get really busy with RL and then towards mid- to end of February. I've seen Eol on Facebook a lot. I'm going to post this weekend and see if I can't drum up some more action. We must press on!

Posted on 2017-01-27 at 22:48:34.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Answer


Either one of them could work. The torch would be faster and quieter, but bright and like a beacon unless somehow blocked from view, and the saw would be slower and noisier.

Posted on 2017-01-24 at 12:20:13.

 


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