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!

Because it's Christmas

The darkness is spreading across the sky. Soon it will be December, the month of Christmas. I feel a strange mixture of excitement and sorrow. I’m excited because I will soon be with my entire family again. But somehow the sorrow is deeper. It stems from a dream that is incompatible with a reality that is rooted in the traditions of my family since ages. My dream is to spend Christmas with you, my friends, who I love and care for just as much as my family, sometimes even more. But I know that the greatest betrayal towards my family would be to choose someone else over them on this particular holiday. Therefore I mourn the always living and always unreachable dream, and I will do so forever. And I will feel a stinging guilt on Christmas Eve, when my heart secretly betrays my family. But it will never show… Never.

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.

Motivation on bars

Hey, the hares outside my house are white now!

I'm going to have to read 60 pages of an incredibly boring book if I'm to keep up with my schedule. Curses, I'm out of motivating nutrition. Yep, it will be impossible to pull off without chocolate. I'm headed for the store right now... *footsteps in the stairs and a door slamming*

Dentists and holidays

Went to the dentist today. First time outside Grängesberg. They went on about my teeth in the usual rambling of numbers that is impossible to understand. In the end they said the same thing as every other dentist has told me the last 5 years: Brush your teeth more carefully (tandsten), use floss och mouthwash (microscopic caries). In the beginning he was doing things that are not part of the ordinary routine, evaluating my bit and stuff. Is it just me or is there something insulting in having a strange person looking at your teeth and deciding whether they're good or not? Apparently my bit is a bit "deep" in the front. Hmph! It's just fine, thank you. It's worked for the last 19 years of my life. (okay not really 19 years, but still) Anyway, on the way home I was thinking a bit about my family and our economy. My parents' economy hasn't been the best throughout the years. Mainly because they took a heavy loan to build a house and shortly thereafter there was a financial crisis in Sweden where the interest was raised enormously. At the same time my father lost his job. The first holiday that I can remember my father wasn't with us because he had to work. The next year he went along, though. Every year we have been able to go on a holiday for at least one weak, but never abroad. All the excess money went to me and my brother's sports activities. When I was younger I was always very sad that we never went abroad but now that I have gotten more perspective I realise that it was much better this way, and I am deeply thankful that my parents were wise enough to value my personal development through the practise of sports (orientering and cross-country skiing) higher than the short pleasure of a charter holiday once a year.

The originals for catDa-Ryun

Morpheus Mastigos

I rediscovered a funny program om my computer, which resulted in me spending about 3 hours doing this:







Can you guess which two famous persons this picture consists of?















Now, that one was the serious part. Do you recognise this person?

















This is where I started to get a little carried away...













Yep, it's Kenneth as my brother's dog. (Qubik, they shot his first deer yesterday :D)






And finally:

























But seriously, isn't this image cool?