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DM | You can see, in this moment, the ice that has been thrust across this room like it was flash frozen, all emanating from the center of where this now broken and twisted furnace is. |
Player37 | Donald? |
DM | He looks back in your direction, starts walking towards you. |
Player37 | Where's my friend? |
DM | (authoritatively) "What's your name?" |
Player37 | What do you need to know my name for? |
DM | "You were present for a violent event." |
Player37 | I didn't do anything. |
DM | "I did not say you did anything, but you are the only witness to this and we need--" |
Player37 | I wasn't the only witness! My friend Donald was here, now he's gone. |
DM | "Your friend Donald is not here for now." |
Player37 | Is he okay? |
DM | The closer he is to you, you can see his-- |
Player37 | (laughter) |
DM | What did you see?" |
Player37 | Then I look over here-- I don't even know what the fuck. |
DM | "Understood." He gives you a very long look into one eye, then the other, reading your facial micro expressions before standing back up. |
Player37 | You said you're from the where? |
DM | I'm sorry for your friend and we will see to it that when we discover the purpose of this tragedy that when we discover the purpose of this tragedy has been brought to justice, any next of kin will be awarded in his stead." |
Player37 | His sister's coming into town. |
DM | Regardless, it appears here there was some sort of fungal infection within the neighborhood that's been causing hallucinations." |
Player37 | Ugh! |
DM | What you saw tonight was indeed unique." |
Player37 | Am I going to explode any minute? |
DM | Now, if you wouldn't mind, we'd like to escort you to your home and off the premises to a place safe while we finish our investigation." |
Player37 | Where did you take him? |
DM | I'm sorry." Looks over to somebody else, then somebody grabs your shoulder and starts pushing you out of the room. |
Player37 | Yeah, okay, okay. |
DM | "Take the furnace, anything else of interest." The door closes behind you as you're pushed back out into the hallway that leads outside of the apartment complex. |
Player37 | I go to see Charlotte. |
DM | You glance over your shoulder and you see one figure that's stepping about 20, 25 feet behind you, hands in a long jacket's pockets, and just keeping pace. |
Player37 | I'm going to pick up my pace a little more. |
DM | Okay. |
Player37 | And try to go parts of the street that I know are very bright. |
DM | The voice that comes out from their shadow as the gas lamp begins to light their features, "I saw you talking to them, and I think it's good if we have a conversation." |
Player37 | Why? What? Who are you? |
DM | She steps closer and you-- |
Player37 | A thousand people are coming at me right now that I don't even know and you're all telling me to-- Who are you? |
DM | What's your name?" |
Player37 | Um, Auggie? |
DM | "Auggie." |
Player37 | Nice to meet you? |
DM | I have to ask you, do you trust them?" |
Player37 | I don't even know who you are. |
DM | "Good." |
Player37 | How am I supposed to know I'm supposed to trust you? |
DM | "Let's at least step out of the light for a moment, just so they don't see us talking." |
Player37 | Yeah. |
DM | She steps off into the nearby alley before turning once so that you're both in sufficient shadow. |
Player37 | I'm going to keep my space. |
DM | Because, unless I'm incorrect, it's not normal." |
Player37 | No. |
DM | Me and a number of my compatriots have for a very long time." |
Player37 | I've never seen anything like that before. |
DM | I want to offer you an opportunity to work with me to figure out what happened to your friend, and if we can, stop it from happening to other people." |
Player37 | What's in it for me? |
DM | You don't look like a stranger to doing the odd job here and there, huh?" |
Player37 | I make do. |
DM | "Are you a curious one?" |
Player37 | Yeah. |
DM | Never see us again." |
Player37 | Yeah, okay. |
DM | Let's head to the Blue Derby Diner in South Soffit." |
Player37 | Oh, that place is delicious. |
DM | I'm glad you all have some sense and aren't too busy." |
Player7 | Never. |
DM | Auggie--" |
Player833 | My name is Charlotte. |
Player37 | Who are you? |
Player641 | So Candela's recruiting fetuses now, are we? |
Player37 | I-- |
DM | "(laughs)" |
Player37 | Listen-- |
Player7 | Arlo Black. |
Player37 | It's a pleasure to meet you. |
Player7 | Pleasure. |
Player641 | Howard Margrove. |
Player37 | Okay. |
DM | It's hard to-- |
Player37 | What's this? What-- What is this? |
DM | Could somebody go ahead and help Auggie and contain..." |
Player833 | As I do, the bleed starts to almost pull itself into the vial. |
Player7 | Can I just walk up to Auggie? Do you mind? |
Player37 | Anytime. |
Player7 | Does it seem familiar, this substance? |
DM | If you would like to make a Sense test to see if you can ascertain the nature of this odd, corruptive bleed. |
Player7 | (laughter) |
DM | So you rolled? |
Player7 | Two threes and a one, baby! |
DM | I need you to go ahead and mark one bleed on your character sheet. |
Player7 | Already? |
DM | How does this bleed affect you? |
Player7 | Fucking hell. |
DM | How how does it cross into your consciousness? |
Player7 | I'll close my eyes and see if I can push it back. |
DM | At which point, Alexandra reaches out and grabs your jar and quickly collects the rest of the bleed from the front of your coat before latching it and putting it within their pocket, handing you a new, unutilized container. |
Player641 | A little slow, Charlotte. |
Player833 | I didn't see you jumping to help, Howard. |
Player641 | Fair point. |
DM | Will you join us?" |