Time passes

Tonight Spain and Russia meet in the semi-final in the European Championship in football, usually referred to as soccer by uncivilised people. Now, do not let yourselves be misled to believe that I am actually interested in the silly game - most of the time they are just running around doing nothing for 90 minutes with the occational goal, it is more than enough to set me to sleep any time of the day - my interest in this event is purely... well, let's face it: geeky. The team that wins the game tonight will be facing Germany in the final and as boring as the sport in itself is I can certainly appreciate the analogy to both WWI and WWII! At this very moment I can see myself sitting there by the TV, replacing the names of the players with the appropriate historical figures depending on their actions and achievments in the game. Perhaps David could help me with this? And Sara too, of course.

I realised today for the tenth time this week how isolated I am and that I am most likely going to suffer from severe tristess this summer. I have nothing to do and no money to do anything with, so all I can do is read. A lot. Yesterday, for instance, I finished reading The Blood (the definitive player's guide to the requiem) and is more inspired than ever to play a blood-sucking monster. (Rik: I have an idea, I'll tell you about it next time I call you) And I guess my next project will be to read the entire Arcana Evolved, front to back, no mercy. Oh, and I am watching The X-Files, really good series, if you like character development and conspiracy theories. And then there's a bunch of other films an TV-series to watch. The problem is, as always, that even peeling potatoes with you guys is more interesting and rewarding than sitting alone in a shadowy room reading about/watching people that don't exist.

There is no spoon

Sorry about this but here is a summation of a session of There is no spoon in Swedish:

Madde tar sig in på Wallmart och får på något sätt tag i en svensk enkrona och ska just till att gå ut ur wallmart när Anton förvandlar allt i hela världen till Jello. Rikard äter upp världen och Anton spolar tillbaks tiden tills innan den första svenska enkronan fanns. Madde finns och Kristin tänker medans Rikard blir Jöns Jönsson som levde på 1600-talet.

Anton bygger en enkronefabrik och Madde syr ett wallmart. Madde startar fabriken, jorden försvinner och Madde sätter fast wallmart på mars. Kristin graviterar till sig en enkrona och Rikard byter plats på enkronan och wallmart. Madde sköt wallmart till mars och Rikard fusade Anton och Kristin. Anton/Kristin blir en barriär runt Jöns Jönssons hjärna och Kristin snickrar en kropp på mars.

Rikard kastar Jöns Jönssons hjärna på Madde så att hon dör. Madde återföds som den snickrade kroppen på mars och Rikard gömmer wallmart på en annan planet. Anton/Kristin får på nåt sätt tag i en kropp och börjar slåss om den. Madde hittar en enkrona. Anton/Kristin förökar sig så att de existerar i hela universum. Rikard ändrar definitionen av en svensk enkrona till Jöns Jönssons näsa och Anton rycker loss den. Madde läser positionen av wallmart i Jöns Jönssons hjärna.

Anton/Kristin får en stroke som bara drabbar den delen av deras hjärna som Kristin finns i. Kristin uppstår inuti Jöns Jönssons näsa och rullar den genom att hamster-hjul-springa tills hon kommer fram till wallmart. Vid det laget har de kommit tillbaks till tidpunkten då allting är Jello och Madde står inne på wallmart och håller i Jöns Jönssons näsa. Madde misslyckas med att beama ut ur wallmart och Kristin Månläker allting till hur det var innan varpå Rikard knycker enkronan och vinner spelet eftersom han står utanför wallmart.

Highlights of session 2

Sinsce the old version was way too long, I chose to shorten it a lot. Riklurt, you can keep ypurs.

* Hudson leans over and flashes his badge
Hudson: Tell him the FBI wants to see him, and that he'd be very wise to comply to our wishes
[…]
* Hudson steps out of the car and turns to Pierre
* Lennox follows
Pierre: What's the matter y'all?
* Pierre smiles, a big, broad grin that reveals a gold teeth.
Hudson: A gold tooth, or a row of gold teeth?
Riklurt: A row, sorry. I was inspecific
Hudson: Ah
Riklurt: Additionally, it's probable you'd notice most of them are keeping their hands in said pockets.
Hudson: That wuld be a very likely thing to be noticed, yes :P

* Pierre has a row of gold fronts, rather.
[…]

* Lennox raises an eyebrow
Lennox: Well, we would like to talk to mr. Williams...
Pierre: Hah! Ya would?
Pierre: Gonna be hard for ya, damn Vipers popped a cap in him.

Riklurt: Wits+Empathy scores, people?
Hudson: 4
Lennox: roll 3#d10 Lennox rolled --> 7, 4, 9
Hudson: I thought Rik was supposed to roll that?
Lennox: oh
Lennox: all right
Pierre: ah, you can roll it for yourselves, it don't matter much
Pierre: I'll roll for hudson though
Pierre: next time, do remember that though ;)
Hudson: Roll 4#d10 because ST is too lazy Hudson rolled --> 1, 6, 7, 8
Hudson: I di :P
[…]
* Hudson turns to the men in the car
Hudson: Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot you were there
Hudson: You may leave now
[…]
Riklurt: Hey, prick! Don'tchoo think yo' badge is gonna make a difference if yo' full of metal, man!
Riklurt: One of the kids, a young and, presumably stupid, kid at the back draws out a gun. It's a cheap automatic pistol - but still a weapon.
Riklurt: How'd the irish motherfucker die, huh? Can you tell me that?
Hudson: Ah, there now, that's something you really don't want to do
Riklurt: Why not, huh?
Lennox: What do you think would happen if a Federal egent got killed here?
Hudson: The local police force around here are too busy to be bothered with you young thugs killing each other off, in the end it makes the street safer for ordinary, law-abiding citizens
Riklurt: Hudson, roll Composure+Intimidation
MsRapsberry: (bonus die of doom?)
Riklurt: Plus two for being a Fed
MsRapsberry: (is teh shit)
Riklurt: roll 4#d10 for Resolve+Composure Riklurt rolled --> 7, 1, 6, 4
Hudson> Roll 6#d10 to not get shot Hudson rolled --> 1, 3, 6, 4, 7, 3
Hudson: ....Right..
Riklurt: Oops.
Lennox: roll 5#d10 (resolve+composure) to not get scared by Hudsons threat Lennox rolled --> 9, 7, 2, 3, 9
Hudson: Hahaha
[…]
Hudson: Do you know who the man with cornrows was? What his name is?
Lennox: No
Hudson: Try to find someone who does.
[…]
Hudson: Roll 2#d10 for rofls and giggles, to see if my dice works better when I don't need them Hudson rolled --> 2, 6
Hudson: Nope, not at all
[…]
* Hudson glances at Lennox
Hudson: Write that down, get someone to see if he is still alive
[…]
Hudson: Lennox, look that up
Riklurt: Lennox: Roll wits+politics to see if you can dig up information about Hernandez via phone
Lennox: roll 4#d10 Lennox rolled --> 5, 9, 9, 6
Hudson: Haha, better than my rolls :p
Lennox: :P
[…]
* Hudson flashes his badge again
Hudson: FBI, go back to your business
Riklurt> Roll presence+intimidation+FBI+equipment(+1)
Riklurt rolled --> error: malformed expression
Hudson: Hahaha
Hudson: Roll 6#d10 Hudson rolled --> 9, 9, 7, 2, 6, 1
Riklurt: Two of them are holding baseball bats, and one of them has got his hand in a pair of unpleasantly baggy pants.
* Lennox flashes her gun
Riklurt: Right! Karen, roll presence+intimidation+3
Lennox: roll 8#d10 Lennox rolled --> 2, 2, 9, 9, 1, 2, 8, 4
Lennox: haha, I'm more scary than you :p
Hudson: My gun would have been scarier ;)
Riklurt: The kids abruptly stop, dead in their tracks, and back off. They make no further advances towards you, though the kid with his hands in his pockets picks up a gun and holds it a little casually, so as to demonstrate it.
* Hudson ignores them and keeps walking
[…]
* Hudson knocks on the door
Riklurt: After a short while, there's a voice from inside, muffled through the door. "Who is it?"
Riklurt: The voice is thick with some sort of accent, you think it sounds vaguely French.
Hudson: Special Agent Jack Hudson, FBI.
Suzette: What's it about?
Hudson: Open the door.
Lennox: always so diplomatic
Hudson: Yep
Riklurt: I want to see a badge first.
* Hudson holds up his badge
[…]
Hudson: Lennox, brief the Officers
[…]
Hudson: Yes, we believe Mr Williams to be very dangerous
Suzette: Why so?
* Suzette leans forward to grab a cigarette, and you catch a glimpse of a beautiful, elaborate silver necklace around her neck. Looks a bit too expensive for someone who lives in a district like this.
Hudson: We have been lead to believe he is responsible for several accounts of murder recently, among others the ones of Rodriguez Julio and Andre Fields
Suzette: Trevian been in trouble all right, but why a Federal agent investigate this, hm?
Hudson: Because of the unique way the murders were committed
Suzette: Unique?
* Hudson briefly shows her a picture of Mr O'Malley, post murder
Suzette: You believe that's him?
Suzette: Ridiculous! How would e do that?
Hudson: That is what I am most interested in figuring out
Suzette: Interested? I wonder, Agent 'Udson, 'ow much zis interest is worth to you, hm?
* Trevian opens the door.
Trevian: Honey! I'm home!
Riklurt: End of session.

Riklurt: There we are.
Hudson: O_O
Hudson: You can't do that! O_O
Lennox: !!!!!
Riklurt: Cliffhanger :P
Hudson: Curse you, villain!

Effective teamwork in the World of Darkness

* Morton raises his voice.
Morton: Hey, you! Watch it! Don't step on the cat!
* Karen Lennox surprised
* Morton looks at Jack, who narrowly misses treading on a fat, orange cat that lies asleep on a book on the floor.
* Jack Hudson looks surprised and looks down to see what Morton is talking about
Jack Hudson: Hm. My mistake.
Morton: So. Likely enemies. Who killed him.

[…]

Morton: Nah, I got a pretty good idea of who did it. Like I said, though, I talk when I get something for it.
Jack Hudson: Would you say that you feel safe, at this point in your life?
Morton: Safe? Yeah, depends on what you mean.
Jack Hudson: Because, if I were in your shoes, I most definitely wouldn't.
Morton: I don't have no enemies. Not as far as I know.
Jack Hudson: This is not the first time something like this happens. We've seen several of these crimes recently, someone out there really dislikes street-scum like you
Jack Hudson: You think these pathetic little handguns will protect you against that?
Morton: Hah. Why'd someone be after me?
Morton: I don't have anything worth stealin', unlike O'Malley.
Jack Hudson: Nothing was stolen from O'Malley's
Karen Lennox: How much is this information worth to you?
Morton: As much as I can get out of it.
* Morton smirks a little again.
Karen Lennox: I see
* Morton looks towards Jack, slightly more hesitant, it seems. "Why'd the niggers want to kill O'Malley, then?"
Jack Hudson: What makes you think they did?
Morton: Some sense of vengeance, maybe.
Karen Lennox: For what?
Morton: You're saying you'll put me under protection or somethin' if I tell you?
* Jack Hudson glances towards Lennox
Karen Lennox: That's a lovely cat you got there, Morton
Morton: 's a lazy old baggage.
Karen Lennox: He looks a bit uncared for, to me
Morton: Psht. I try to care about myself before the cat.

Kristin: can I use intelligence to know that he cares a bit about it, since he screamed in the beginning?
Riklurt: Yes, he probably cares about it. You should figure as much.

* Karen Lennox looks at Hudson
Jack Hudson: Mr Morton, police protection will be just as useless against this unknown threat as your collection of arms here, the only thing that can stop this is if we can get to the source

Kristin: what to roll for threat?
Riklurt: Manipulation+Intimidation, in this case
Kristin: roll 4#d10 to threat the bastard Kristin rolled --> 9, 8, 9, 6

Karen Lennox: Then you wouldn't mind if we confiscated him for maltreatment?

Riklurt: Um. I would argue that Jack's attempt at persuasion is more effective here, so I'm gonna have you roll at a +2 bonus, Jack
Riklurt: even though that's one helluva roll

Morton: Hey, hey, hey - maltreatment?
Jack Hudson: The way I see it here, Mr Morton, is that you have two choices
Morton: Cat's doing fine, lady. Cat's doing fine - he's all asleep and fat like old O'Malley himself. Nothin' wrong with the cat.
Jack Hudson: Either you choose to help us, and we will do everything we can to stop this threat before your precious neck is ripped apart. Or, you choose to act like a pubescent teenager, risk being torn apart, and Detective Lennox here will take your cat

Riklurt: Yeah, +3 bonus there Jack
Riklurt: because of the cat :p
Anton: Haha :D
Anton: Roll 7#d10 to save cat Anton rolled --> 4, 7, 9, 9, 3, 8, 9

Morton: Fine, fine.
Morton: Have some sympathy with a guy who just lost his job, here.
* Morton shakes his head.

[…]

* Karen Lennox looks at Hudson
Karen Lennox: Was there anything else?
Jack Hudson: We'll let you know if we have any further questions.
Morton: Right.
Jack Hudson: You've been helpful, it won't be forgotten.
Morton: So I get nothing for all this?
* Jack Hudson walks towards the door
* Karen Lennox pats the cat
* Jack Hudson looks over his shoulder
* Karen Lennox leaves
* Morton shakes his head.
Jack Hudson: Just in case, make sure to take care of the cat until next time, ok?
* Jack Hudson closes the door
* Morton looks at the orange cat, which just woke up.
Morton: Fuck them, huh, Charlie?
Charlie: Yeah. Fuck them.