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Local Conditions wrote:The Big Apple
- Location: The Garden
- Population: Unknown
- Time: 0525 Wednesday, September 10 XXXXCE
- Ley Line Activity: None
- Weather: 45, overcast, no wind
- Visibility: Good, bright city lights, it's not dark
- I.S.P. Condition (Brianna): Normal x1
Ecks sighs at the words of reason. "Yes, you're right. Well then, we best get out of here.”
"Alright boss man lets go. but lets stop for some pizza."
Selenidaria wrote:"Did anyone think to pack any food? Also, do we have any currency that can be used here?" Thinking about currency made her think about how much it would cost for them to take a taxi to the docks, so she flags down a robo-cab and asks "How much for a lift to the docks district?" When Ecks tells her to fly her drone along with the group, she sighs and says with exasperation "Sir, that's what I've been trying to get Max to do for me as I can only psychically link to it for only about 14 minutes at a time before I forget how to fly it, Max already learned how to do it through practice. Can you please get him to fly Scott for me?" Sel pleads.
Local Conditions wrote:The Big Apple
- Location: The Garden
- Population: Unknown
- Time: 0535 Wednesday, September 10 XXXXCE
- Ley Line Activity: None
- Weather: 45, overcast, no wind
- Visibility: Good, bright city lights, it's not dark
- I.S.P. Condition (Brianna): Normal x1
Mink wrote:Mink *HAS* seen things like this. While military systems are not allowed, certain executives and celebrities can get dispensation for very light power armor and they tend to dress them up to their own tastes - often extravagantly. "Fashion," she states plainly. "They are done up in a way to suggest it is a fashion statement as much as anything. It's probably also a sign of wealth."
Ecks wrote:If expectations are anything, Ecks continues to be surprised. However, considering the supernatural nature of their arrival and other recent events he simply nods. "Yeah Singer. Weird, eh? The weapons though. I suppose it's best to keep everything stashed out of sight if possible." he says, keeping his trench coat buttoned to conceal his own weapons. "Fashion or convenience." he says in reply to Mink. "Still, considering how much we have to pay for such things in our time, everyone must be loaded here or maybe they're all flash and sparkle. Actual quality might be a bit lacking. Hard to say really. If it is fashion, I'd expect that even though everything looks customized, there might be a few manufacturers offering mass produced customization's."
Spotting the pizza shop, he raises an eyebrow. "Bri, did your time have a Ray's pizza? Any good? Either way, I could go for some pizza. How about everyone else?"
Victor Singer wrote:Victor pulls a face, "Fashion? Like, fancy suits and dresses and shit? Wait, you mean to tell me these folks are wearing power armor for no other reason then the way it looks? That just seems...wrong.".
Mink wrote:"I used to write stories on it for magazines out of Ishpeming. There's a thriving after-market, especially among executives and high paid specialists, not to mention athletes, who need to get out in the field and have more credits than sense. I've heard it's worse in Free Quebec and over with Triax. I know these guys in the free running scene who trick out their power armor with all kinds of stuff simply to look cool. And I've seen some interesting team jobs in the arenas too."
And it was all true. That had been the more enjoyable aspect of establishing her cover.
Mink wrote:Mink shrugs. "Because it flies well with the viewing public and it looks cool as hell. I mean I saw one girl who used hers in free running and had it looking like she was an angel, right down to LEDs to give her that 'angelic glow.' She had it scultped to mirror her own curves too. I don't swing that way, but I might have for her. But keep in mind, we're not talking professional mercs or military for the most part. We're talking folks who don't rely on it to keep them alive. They just like the boost it gives. One of the reasons I like mine is it's not obvious. Most just assume I'm a beefy woman, not that I'm in stealth power armor."
It was nice to not have to dissemble everything. Of course that was the reason she put so much into establishing covers - so she could have real conversations while in character. 'I'll need to get at the Knight's library when we get back. See what they know about temporal magic.'
Mink wrote:Mink gives a decidedly girlish giggle. "Thanks Romeo. Yeah, it's called free running. It's a sport about moving through urban environments as fast as you can. I'm actually pretty accomplished at it. I won the amateur championship last year. The armor I wear when not in my power armor is what I won from that. But the ones doing it in power armor are faster and do even more amazing jumps. 50 to 100 feet at a time, through windows and doors from the building over. It's not required to compete, but it helps getting sponsors to pay for your repairs. Still waiting to see if I can get money so we don't have to wash dishes for the pizza."
Mink grins as credits hit her account. "Got it. Who wants pizza? I'm buying."
Ecks wrote:Assuming Ecks gets some general information where gearheads gather to compare power armor he returns to the group where Mink offers to buy pizza. "Pizza? Most generous of you Minkowski! I'm guessing you had some luck. I'm a pepperoni and anchovies guy but I'm good with whatever. What about everyone else? At least we won't see any Hell's Horsemen here. Too bad there's not an Old Grand Dad's here but this might be alright too."
Brianna Clarke wrote:Brianna's face brightens and she smiles at Mink. That's very nice of you, thanks!” Brianna adds a Pan Pizza to the order so the group can try Chicago style pizza.
Ecks wrote:Ecks tries one of the large floppy pizza slices. Taking a bite he nods in approval with head tilted. However Brianna's order, the pan pizza, is more to his liking. "Now we're talkin'." he says with a smile. "A little more like I'm used to. They're both pretty good but call me a sucker for good deep dish." While he eats he does take note of the difference in language between American and the language they speak here. It's understandable but the accent is heavy and even some of the words are different. He wonders what he sounds like to them.
After eating a couple slices, Ecks continues "So, we need to find a place to crash. we have two good options as I see it. Either head towards the harbor and look for a warehouse there or head inland and find one there. I want to get out of the surveillance state here. We might also look for any slums they have here. If we need to make it over the ocean, I think our most likely option is going to be air travel. So we're either going to have to come up with a lot of money for tickets, stowaway if possible or to commandeer our own." he says in American.
Ecks wrote:"I would expect automation is mostly in major cities. And, to be fair automated in many ways is no harder to high jack than anything else, maybe even easier." he says in a close voice so as to not let his words drift. As pretty and nice as everything is, it makes him more wary and cautious than normal while enjoying some good pizza. Ecks shifts in his seat glimpsing at the people around. There are so many questions he still needs to answer about this place to get a better handle on it. However time may not be available to ever get them.
She can enter a computer in a similar fashion to how most psychics enter the Astral Realms and looks to Bri and asks "Can you communicate telepathically?"
Brianna Clarke wrote:(rolls held over)
Conditions
I.S.P. Multiplier: 78/170 (x10)
Brianna grins as she watches everyone enjoy the pizza they ordered and grabs a slice of each of the pizza so she can try all of it. Digging in happily, for a brief second, Brianna almost feels the way she did before the world ended and she ended up in the weird world she was trying to survive in.She can enter a computer in a similar fashion to how most psychics enter the Astral Realms and looks to Bri and asks "Can you communicate telepathically?"
Brianna nods at Sel and replies, ”Yes, I can communicate telepathically.”
Local Conditions wrote:The Big Apple
- Location: The Garden
- Population: Unknown
- Time: 0600 Wednesday, September 10 XXXXCE
- Ley Line Activity: None
- Weather: 45, overcast, no wind
- Visibility: Good, bright city lights, it's not dark
- I.S.P. Condition (Brianna): Normal x1
Ecks wrote:Perception: Original post: 1d100 = 23/85%
JIC: Original post: 1d20 = 5/Original post: 1d100 = 94
Computer Use: Original post: 1d100 = 81/103% < locate the information on "the incident".
"Possibly. But also remember for actual cargo craft they are transporting more than birthday cards. Automated cars are one thing, but many ton aircraft suspended over the heads of civilians I suspect may still have pilot technicians. As you know, the only thing guaranteed with tech is that it breaks. But I expect that some further research will net us what we need to know. As far as a cargo container, I suppose we could ship ourselves if we can come up with the cash. Outside of that all of us have armor that should take care of our basic needs for a while if we don't. I was talking to a person earlier that mentioned an event for the armored crowd. It might be an opportunity to make some cash on the side." Ecks says, taking another bite of pizza. The pizza is good and a welcomed change. But fleeting time hasn't escaped his thoughts.
Ecks also adds, "Worth mentioning they thought I was a contractor. Guessing a security contractor of some fashion. They seemed to indicate there was an incident. I'm looking to see if I can find reference to it. Seems like it was a big deal." he says, wiping his hands off on a napkin and pulls out his computer again to read up on any major incidents involving defense or security contractors, power armor or similar.
"Speaking of a place to go, they mentioned the Old Jersey port. The Crane run. If it's kind of a derelict area it might be worth checking out." he adds off hand as he scans digital media.
Ecks wrote:((rolls held))
Ecks is suprised by Max's quick descent into sleep. "Doesn't talk much does he? I'm sure this is all very odd for him. I do have to say I'm feeling a bit of a food siesta coming on if we weren't up to our eyeballs now."
Replying to Sel, he says, "What? No. Doesn't bother me. Hopefully one of will dig up something quick. Maybe we can make our way that way after we're done."
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