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I has a character

Wally the AI has been running a modern era game for the last couple weeks, and this is the first time I have managed to get my character sheet and notes to this particular computer, so you get to hear about it!

Jake is the middle son of a wealthy family in Brookline. He was never paid as much attention as his siblings, and coasted through life doing the bare minimum of work. He did, however, find plenty of time for extreme sports and recreational substances. When the time for college came, he was able to get into *mublecough* College, based entirely on his parents' fame and funding. He decided to major in journalism, because it looked like the least work, and is only barely passing. When the time to select summer internships came, he ended up at The Weekly Truth, a trashy tabloid, because it was the last one left after the students who cared picked.

Jacob "Jake" Worthington
19 years old (22 on driver's license), 5' 10", 140 lb., male, WASP

Body 4, Mind 3, Soul 6
Health Points 50, Energy Points 45, Shock Value 10
ACV 4, DCV 5, Damage Multiplier 5

Attributes:
Sixth Sense (Precognition) level 1 (Drawback: requires consumable item (marijuana))
Defence Combat Mastery level 1
Unknown Power level ? (5 points)

Skills:
Area Knowledge (Boston) level 2
Law (Criminal) level 1
Medical (Pharmacy) level 1
Sleight of Hand (Pickpocket) level 1
Sports (Skateboarding) level 2
Street Sense (Acquire Illegal Substances) level 3
Writing (Journalistic) level 1

Defects:
Girl Magnet (minor)

Jake was just sent on his first assignment with the rest of "Investigative Team #3" - the blogoriffic Angelina (qarylla), alien conspiracy buff/techie Algie (perillin) and flustered driver Deirdre (Wally's wife). They were sent to meet with a fisherman in Seattle who claims to have seen a sea monster, and were given tickets out of the dinkiest airport in Massachusetts. Along the way, they are in a car crash, and Dierdre appears to be dead, only to spring back to life and start performing circus tricks with unwilling co-workers and sing showtunes. After a few death-defying stunts, she is tasered into submission, where it is revealed that it was actually a robot. Algie discovers where the fake came from, and we head there to investigate. On the way back, Alige sees the van being stolen, and grabs onto the back. Except that it was an identical van, and ours is where we left it. Jake drives after them, executes a stunt right out of the movies (poorly), and Algie is recovered.

The manufacturer is a temp agency - Temporary Replacements Industries - but instead of people, they make robots. Through liberal applications of confusion and bribery, we determine the name and location of the person who commissioned Dierdre's replacement. Jake breaks a photo of an apple and fails to get any answers from TRI's bamboo plat, though he does take some as a snack.

The group meets the real Dierdre at the address - an IRS office. Someone mostly fitting the description we were given at TRI is working there, but he refuses to be any help. Jake interrogates the bamboo here, also with no success. When Algie reminds us that we were looking for a Mrs. Penworth, Jake attempts to out the IRS agent, then lectures the security guard about tolerance before being dragged away.

At a dead end, the group finally heads to the airport. Angelina posts some pictures to Flickr and, with Algie, sights an E. Presley making a helicopter escape. In the meantime, Jake has a toke in the van, and was asked for directions by a bamboo (really, a man holding a bamboo). After helping, he goes into the delivery man's van and takes the remaining bamboo into his own for questioning. The delivery man puts up a fuss and brings security, but Algie rescues him. They return the bamboo and a hysterical (and hungry) Jake joins the rest of his team on the plane.

No sex is had on the plane.

Arriving in Seattle, the group tracks down the address, a closed fishery. The captain, who is closing down and moving to New Mexico (where cactus, the bamboo of the desert, live), exchanges information about our contact (of whom he is none too fond) in exchange for whiskey and the idea that we will break his legs. We head off and meet our contact, who describes our mark: a dolphin-like creature who spits acid from its blowhole. We make arrangements to involuntarily borrow his old fishing ship that night, and then head to the hospital, where we will meet the person whose clothes and skin were burned away by the creature...

Comments

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crow112101
Jun. 22nd, 2007 02:16 pm (UTC)
That figures...the one dolphin totally safe from the tuna cannery and it is called a monster. A pox upon us all for not seeing what a blessing Stingy the Dolphin really is.
prevenger
Jun. 22nd, 2007 02:57 pm (UTC)
"The manufacturer is a temp agency - Temporary Replacements Industries - but instead of people, they make robots."

Wait... so most temp agencies make humans?
hedgehog39
Jun. 22nd, 2007 03:33 pm (UTC)
o/~
I was gonna get'ta work on time, until I got high.
I was gonna work with these coworkers of mine, but I was high.
Now I'm arguin' with bamboo, and I know why!
(Why man?)
Because I got high,
Because I got high,
Because I got hiiiiigh
Lah-da-da dah-dadada...
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