July 16, 2011

==Game Session: July 16, 2011==
*Storyteller: Doom
*Format: Fantasy Grounds
==Characters Present:==
*Madison Kinde
*Evan Kinde
*Mahdi
*Nasty Nate
==Characters Absent:==
*Devon Hollant
==Summary:==
Summary here
==Entire Log:==
When Nate arrives at the Caliphate, he'd fnd Mahdi speaking personally and in detail to the employees. Many of them seem almost ecstatic to be speaking to Mahdi, especially the... brawny guys.
Devon, Carlotta, and the Kindes would arrive shortly after, having been elsewhere on business.
Campaign saved.
Elsewhere, Teague is likely contemplating the miserable bleakness of Kindred existence over a snifter of junkie blood and a Chaucer original.
Nasty Nate strolls in wearing a gaudy hawaiian shirt, long white khaki shorts, and sandals. He nods to Mahdi as he approaches, if he's paying attention.
Evan moves toward where Mahdi is, asking him quietly if he has a moment, before continuing on over to where Teague is. Undoubtedly it's a corner without many others present.
Nasty Nate would probably also make the surrounding area seem a little drafty.
Madison Kinde gives Mahdi's burly workers a lookover as she enters, seeing if she can catch any eyes. 
Campaign saved.
The workers do notice Madison, but are clearly more interested in whatever Mahdi has to say. Maybe they're gay. Gay for Mahdi.
Nasty Nate notices Madison and gives her a grin with a creepy wave.
Evan is gay for getting things done. He looks impatiently at Madison as she lingers by the beef brigade.
Nasty Nate eventually walks over to where Evan is.
Mahdi Mahdi nods to Evan. "Yes of course, how can I help you, Dr. Kinde?"
Carlotta isolates Nate. "Nathan."
Evan hitches his jacket closed, giving Nate a brief look before replying to Mahdi. "How's your little empire here?"
Nasty Nate is stopped and eyes Carlotta, frowning slightly, "Eh?"
Mahdi llooks at Madison and nods slightly towards a brawny Egyptian man with bowed legs.
Evan twitches two fingers idly toward the club, like someone flicking something distasteful off their fingertips
The brawny fellow scuttles closer at the nod, eager to please.
MJ (Evan): we call him crabman john
Mahdi: "Seems more or less intact. Loyalty remains, and from what I can tell, no one is aware of anything out of the ordinary."
Madison Kinde begins to edge slowly to where the others are standing. She takes a step back from Nate. "I liked the biker look better on you."
Carlotta peers up at Nate with her good eye. "How well do you know the subways of the city?"
Mahdi (Mahdi): why
Campaign saved.
MJ (Evan): we haven't fixed the portraits yet
MJ (Evan): just lol at it like we do
Mahdi (Mahdi): it's like the View
doomfunk: I'm having trouble getting FG2 to recognize the portraits I drew for you guys. I think it's an issue of resolution and maybe format. :/
Evan: We spoke with the sheriff, and he's given us a task to complete, before sun-up.
doomfunk: It could also be that you guys need duplicate files on your end, which would be monstrously dumb.
Nasty Nate: shrugs. "I used to use 'em a lot to travel back in the uh.. 'other' world. Assuming the city's stayed the same..." He trails off, feeling that explanation is sufficient.
Evan: Something about massacres in the subway system
Nasty Nate (Nasty Nate): fuuuu
Madison Kinde: "It will be a nice way to win him over."
Carlotta nods. "So you would be aware of tunnels off of the main lines, if little has changed."
Mahdi busily taps out a text on his phone. "I haven't heard anything about massacres. Is this from the Cairo Today twitter feed?"
Evan takes out his droid and starts trying to find any news articles on the murders. He would naturally have news pages bookmarked in the old world, but in this world there's no telling...
Nasty Nate nods. "Probably."
Nasty Nate: glances over to the rest, then back to Carlotta, "So we got a job, huh? What's it pay?"
Nasty Nate (Nasty Nate): goddammit
Evan: I don't... I have to check. He wasn't referencing specific tweets.
Evan makes a pained face as he says the word tweets.
The murders have largely escaped the news, though local forums and (of all things) a fucking BBS have gossip on the matter.
Campaign saved.
MJ (Evan): Any word on location of the attacks, general starting place for our search and so on?
Madison Kinde: "It pays not pissing off the Sheriff."
Evan: What would you know about that, cupcake?
Nasty Nate snorts. "That's bull shit. We haven't even done anything.. well, presumably."
Evan: Oh, but we have. We're PRESUMED to be the guilty party.
Teague sips at his snifter, quietly.
Nasty Nate rolls his shark-like eyes, grumbling.
Madison Kinde points to Evan, to emphasize what he just said.
Evan tries to adjust the glasses he no longer seems to wear in this new world.
Evan: What.
In terms of location, gossip is actually pretty concrete on one thing - it's always a southbound car on the red line.
Nasty Nate: /You/ guys are. He didn't come to /me./
Nasty Nate grins obnoxiously.
Evan: Oh, he only excluded Mahdi. So don't feel too important, Tex.
Evan winks at Nate.
Teague gives Mahdi a thumbs-up, at that.
Nasty Nate purses his lips, still grinning, and shrugs.
Nasty Nate: Ten kine says it's a Gangrel. You know how they are.
Mahdi: looks almost shocked. "Of course it's not me. Do I look uncouth? I would never ride the subway. Ever."
Campaign saved.
Evan looks suddenly very tired.
Evan: "Yeah, no, we know. Anyway."
Evan: "The point is, we have to deal with this. Tonight."
Nasty Nate: Anyway, if they're happening in the subway I know my way around more or less.
Nasty Nate: Tonight? Horse shit.
Evan: "And we are coming to you, Mahdi, because we know that you value our continued assistance with other matters."
Storyteller: Teague closes his book and sets it aside.
doomfunk: hurf
Evan smiles, in a way which is utterly nasty. But not the nasty nate sort of way, because Evan has perfect oral hygeine.
Mahdi: looks at Evan blankly. "I have a theory, in any case. The attacks are brutal, terribly brutal. Has anyone considered the possibility it wasn't even a Kindred?"
Nasty Nate: Shit.. you're not thinking... werewolf?
Teague nods. "Er, yes, actually. Apparently I have been."
Nasty Nate frowns at the thought.
Evan: "Have been?"
Evan looks over, to see what account he's referencing.
Teague rummages through a bag he has at the foot of his chair, then produces a cardstock folder. "Yes. I found this case file on my desk."
Mahdi nods at Nate. "I have a source that suggests we should consider this possibility. He claims that the scene was far more brutal than even a frenzied brujah with a grudge could muster."
Evan: "Please, give us the tee elle dee arr version, before we all expire from the dawn."
After a moment's leafing through the folio's contents, Teague produces a charcoal sketch. "Teal Dior? ...Hnn, well, a vagrant drew this at my encouragement last week." He taps the sketch.
Nasty Nate taps his chin. "A furball in the subway? That's a little.. do they even go down there?"
Evan looks over to see this sketch.
Campaign saved.
Mahdi looks at Nate and shrugs. "Do you know any of your clan who might be familiar with the subway enough to know?"
The sketch is rough, but it seems to represent three narrow figures with guns facing down a single, much larger individual. The larger individual is not very distinct, but its head is generally bean-shaped and has some kind of crest or something.
doomfunk: Wurm, bitch!
Nasty Nate narrows his eyes, thinking a moment. "Yeah one guy might. I could give 'im a call."
Nasty Nate: I don't think he likes me very much though.
Nasty Nate: Not that the rest of you do, it's just this guy was like.. it was almost as though I'd killed his puppy or something.
Evan: That's... either one morbidly obese werewolf, or something else entirely.
Mahdi: nods at Nate. "Everyone has a price though. Maybe we can barter the information from him."
Nasty Nate nods. "Hopefully."
Carlotta disappears into the back of the club.
Nasty Nate takes out his shitty 1990s cellphone and gives ol' Wurm a buzz.
Everyone can hear "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT" from Nate's phone, an immensely deep, gutteral, phlegmy voice.
Evan smirks.
Evan: "Sounds like an ex."
Nasty Nate stops himself from laughing hysterically, "Calm down, shit. Look, I need a favor."
Cruel laughter.
Campaign saved.
Nasty Nate: I'll pay.
"Get fucked. You don't have the kind of cash I care about."
Madison Kinde: "Tell him someone else will pay."
Nasty Nate: What about if someone /else/ pays?
Evan gives Madison a... let's call it 'worried'... look.
Nasty Nate looks at the group. "I go rich... ..'friends."
Storyteller: "Let me think... Fuck you."
Evan: "Fucking hell, let Mahdi speak to this person already, will you?"
Mahdi: extends a hand. "What's his name?"
Nasty Nate: rolls his eyes, handing his phone to Mahdi, "Wurm."
MJ (Evan): like, as in the wurm from the photo
MJ (Evan): I feel spoiled from that
doomfunk: The photo?
MJ (Evan): or sketch, whatever
doomfunk: No, I was saying Wurm would know the sewers.
MJ (Evan): ah, okay.
Nasty Nate (Nasty Nate): you mean the subway?
MJ (Evan): same diff in cairo
doomfunk: Same thing
Nasty Nate (Nasty Nate): gross
MJ (Evan): for real
Campaign saved.
Mahdi attempts to sound concerned. "Wurm. You and your kind may be in danger. It's critical that we find out if you have noticed anything out of the ordinary recently. Say in the past 30 hours?"
Evan looks around until he finds where Carlotta is standing. 
Mahdi (Mahdi): manipulation + intimidation or socialize?
Mahdi (Mahdi): or persuasion?
Carlotta emerges from the back, toting a black duffel over one shoulder.
doomfunk: Go with persuasion, you're being nice.
Mahdi: Manipulation +3, Persuasion +2 (0 successes ) [5d10 = 14]
"Yeah, I noticed some Ventrue talking to me on a shit phone. We Nossies ain't targets, I don't see why I gotta care."
Nasty Nate (Nasty Nate): hahaha
Madison Kinde is leaning in as close as she can without crowding Mahdi to try to hear the direction the conversation is going. 
Mahdi rolls his eyes and clears his throat. "Do you want to be torn to shreds by a monster freak that seems to be lurking in the very same place where you reside? We can help you now, or we can wait until you're a puddle of bloody fecal stew. Your choice."
Mahdi: Presence +3, Intimidation +3 (1 success ) [6d10 = 30]
Nasty Nate folds his arms, frowning.
Campaign saved.
Evan laughs sharply.
Nasty Nate grins, though, when Mahdi makes his threat.
Evan pretends like the laugh was a cough, reflexively.
Mahdi covers the mouthpiece of the phone and looks at Nate. "We could just pay him a visit, if you prefer?"
Wurm seems startled, then laughs as well. "Alright, alright, fine. You ain't so bad, Humperdink. Listen, the beefeater doing this shit isn't actually operating out of the subway."
Mahdi: "Tell me more about this beef...eater."
"He's coming in from outside, in one of the aboveground terminals south of 6th of October. I ain't seen the guy myself but apparently he 'gets big'."
"Fuck if I know what that means. Sounds werewolf bullshit to me but, I don't know, something about that don't feel right."
Mahdi tries to put the phone on speaker but then looks frustrated at the clunky 1990s type phone and gives up on that feature. "Is he Kindred?"
Campaign saved.
Mahdi uses his polite business voice. "Thank you for your time, Wurm. We will try to stop him before he delves deeper in the subway."
Nasty Nate motions for his phone back once Mahdi is finished.
Mahdi hands the phone back to Nate. "Thank you, Nathan."
Nasty Nate speaks to Wurm (if he hasn't hung up), "See was that so hard asshole? Fuck." He hangs up.
Wurm had apparently hung up already, yes.
Nasty Nate doesn't say that at all then.
Mahdi: I couldn't get the speaker feature to work, but he said that the creature is huge, said it sounded like a werewolf possibly, and it came from the outside, above-ground terminals near the 6th of October.
doomfunk: Wurm's virtue/vice are fuck you and shitface
Nasty Nate just pockets his phone.
Nasty Nate (Nasty Nate): clearly
Nasty Nate nods, tapping his chin. "That's it? When was the last murder?"
Teague glances at his folio. "Four days ago."
Evan indicates the black duffle that Carlotta's carrying with a raised eyebrow.
Nasty Nate shrugs, "So how do we wanna do this? We can't really monitor all the abovegrounds."
Evan: "What's his kill type? Anything specific?"
Carlotta makes a shaking gesture with her hand, then spreads her hands apart expansively. She's probably not sending the message she intended to.
Campaign saved.
Madison Kinde: "Maybe we can set up a honeypot."
Evan: "Yes."
Teague flips through his little dossier. "Young brunettes seem to set him off, according to survivor accounts. No shortage of those around here."
Nasty Nate glances at Madison.
Evan: "Male, or female?"
Teague points at Madison. "Ette."
Nasty Nate grins. "Looks like we got our bait. Unless... Maybe he can tell if they're living or not. He might prefer them to be actually breathing."
Mahdi: looks at Madison thoughtfully. "We should feed beforehand, so she's as rosey-cheeked as possible then."
Nasty Nate: Good idea.
Evan does not look pleased at the idea of his sister being the bait, which might surprise Madison.
Teague makes something of a face, then shakes his head and slides a photo portrait of a woman across the table. "I think he prefers them dead already. This is a local, uh, Mekhet philosopher, went missing."
Evan: "And you're alright with this? You'll be in the womens' compartment, so I can't be there to watch you."
Nasty Nate: Prefers them dead, eh? Huh..
Madison Kinde: "Bullshit..."
MJ (Evan): that's right, men and women ride in seperate cars in cairo subway
doomfunk: Yep
Evan: "Carlotta will be able to watch your back at least...perhaps."
Madison Kinde: "Fine, I'll do it. But I want a decent bite before. No losers. The least I can do is get a good meal out of this."
Evan looks even less pleased at that.
Nasty Nate: Bullshit nothing, this is our best chance to catch this asshole.
Mahdi: looks at Evan coldly. "You could always wear a burqa and go with her."
Nasty Nate: Yeah I want that too, actually. Pretty famished.
Campaign saved.
Evan closes his eyes for a second, before giving Mahdi a hateful glare, "Yes, well, I am likely too tall for that."
Madison Kinde: "Maybe if you actually did something we'd feed you, Rover."
Carlotta seems thoughtful, as she winds her scarf over her close-cropped hair.
Madison Kinde does her best to imitate a begging dog.
Nasty Nate shrugs, grinning, "I can do plenty of things. Sweet talking assholes ain't one of them, sadly."
Mahdi: licks his fang. "We could all wear burqas, I suppose.."
Evan: "I am not cross-dressing."
Storyteller: 3 successes you get 1 RollAgain [6d10 = 36]
Nasty Nate: Me either, I'm not gay.
Evan pinches the bridge of his nose as he mutters, "Cross dressers are, apparently, usually straight."
Nasty Nate shrugs.
Madison Kinde: "You assholes pretend to be alive everyday. The least you could do is pretend to be old ladies for night so I don't get eaten by the big bad wolf."
Nasty Nate: No, YOU pretend to be alive everyday.
Mahdi: nods to Madison. "I will find suitable attire. You will not go alone."
Teague nods slightly. "I'll wear a burqa."
Campaign saved.
Evan 's cheek twitches, "I'll be in the compartment right behind where you all are."
Madison Kinde points to Teague and mahdi. "Now those are team players."
Evan: "If the individual is male, then they'll probably be there anyway."
Carlotta seems thoughtful. "Why don't we just destroy the train?"
Evan: "What purpose would that serve, if we're to REMEDY the situation, Carlotta?"
Mahdi goes to one of the back rooms and sorts through some crates until he returns with an armful of strangely fashionable burqas. "I went to Dubai for a business meeting, and was given these as gifts for my brides. They assume so much, but it all works out. Praise Muhammed, blessed by his name, etc, etc." He tosses the clothes on the counter.
Nasty Nate raises a brow, "I like your style.. but I don't think the prince's dog'd like that very much."
"Certify he's on the train, then blow the train apart and disrupt a nearby natural gas line. What a tragic accident."
Evan: "Unfortunately, my -sister- is the one who will be finding out whether he's on the train. I wouldn't prefer she be in an accident."
Storyteller: 1 success you get 1 RollAgain [5d10 = 27]
Madison Kinde: "And if we get caught trying to blow up the train?"
Carlotta waves a dismissive hand. "Spot for him at the terminal and rig it there. The train would carry itself a safe distance. ...I'm not trying to kill any of us, here."
Campaign saved.
Evan: "So, in order to prevent the lot of us from being old ladies for the night, this is the plan?"
Teague, meanwhile, pulls on a burqa and gives himself a little turn. He's so thin, and it's pretty clear he's white as fuck through the eyehole.
Evan: "I'm actually insulted that they assume this incident is related to us, as a side note."
Mahdi gives Teague an approving nod, as if he was saying "Looks good."
Nasty Nate: Yeah especially since we bagged Dhaler Mendi for him.
Mahdi shrugs at Evan. "Doesn't really matter, does it?" They are probably saying that just to get us to do their dirty work.
Evan smirks.
Mahdi (Mahdi): that whole thing was spoken
Madison Kinde: gestures to Mahdi's outfit. "Should I dress up too? Or do you think I'd stand out better to the furball like this?"
Nasty Nate: Regardless, I don't like the idea of attracting that much attention to ourselves. I'll wear a fuckin' burqa if it'll make pretty little pink princess feel better about the whole thing as long as we can get on with it.
Campaign saved.
Evan: "Better that you stand out, I think."
Carlotta seems reticent. "No, don't. We don't want too many women in burqas in the train.. this is Cairo, after all, not the UAE."
Mahdi: "Probably should just go as you are. That way we have some variability in order to trigger its hunger."
Evan presses his lips together, looking not at all pleased.
Madison Kinde twirls her finger in the air in mock celebration. "Whoopee."
Nasty Nate: So who's dressin' up?
Teague is already wearing a burqa. What a guy.
Evan crosses his arms over his chest, emphasizing his NO WAY attitude toward dressing up.
Mahdi: picks up a burqa and pulls it over his clothes. "Keep in mind that I do this for the pack, and of course, for Madison." He gives a sideways glance to Evan before shunting the robe over him.
Nasty Nate: That should be good.
Campaign saved.
Evan: clenches his jaw. He looks like he's about to say something, but instead just taps his foot.
MJ (Evan): durr
Teague and Carlotta head out to the parking lot.
Nasty Nate: So we're grabbin' din din before this right?
Madison Kinde checks her things over again, making sure her pistol is in her purse still. Satisfied, she turns her eyes to Mahdi's burly chaps. "Would you mind if I...?" 
Evan follows Carlotta out, clearly not interested in feeding off any of the fangbangers at the club. 
The prior scuttler is still lurking nearby.
Mahdi: extends an arm for her. "As you like. What should I do?"
Campaign saved.
Madison Kinde: tries to catch the scuttler's eye. "I shouldn't be long." She tosses him her car-keys. 
Quimpy (Madison Kinde): derp
Nasty Nate looks at Mahdi, "Can I have one too?"
Mahdi (Mahdi): oh i misred
Mahdi (Mahdi): i'm retraded, ignore me
Nasty Nate 's tone suggests they are a chip or an Hors d'oeuvre.
Mahdi: "I'd suggest Ahmed in the corner. He's on a full fruit diet and you can almost taste it."
MJ (Evan): Mahdi's also on a full fruit diet
Nasty Nate grins, stalking away to find Ahmed and drain him dry.. well, almost dry.
Mahdi (Mahdi): ur face
Madison wouldn't have any trouble catching that fellow's attention. As far as Nate goes.. well, Ahmed seems a bit shocked at thecold.
Mahdi: "And there's also Mahmoud, he's eating nothing but honey and sweets. Be my guest, Madison. Please don't drain them entirely though."
Campaign saved.
Mahdi muses quietly. "His nickname is Cupcake."
Mahdi (Mahdi): insert joke about icing here
Nasty Nate (Nate): dohoho
Evan waits with Carlotta and Teague, looking impatient.
Madison Kinde pauses for a moment, like she's seen a ghost.
doomfunk: Ahahahah
MJ (Evan): hahahah
doomfunk: BABYCAKES????
Mahdi raises an eyebrow.
Madison Kinde shakes her head. No, no. It's nothing.
Nasty Nate (Nate): do I need to roll or do anything to feed on him
Mahdi hesitates and glances at Cupcake oddly. "There's also Yasmin in the back, but she tastes like Cairo."
MJ (Evan): so she tastes like pollution
Mahdi (Mahdi): yep
Nasty Nate (Nate): and literal shit too, probably
MJ (Evan): yep, no doubt
Madison Kinde whispers something raunchy to the scuttling fellow and tries to lead him by the hand into a dark booth. "We should be fine. Shouldn't we?" She smiles to Crabman in that 'Oh baby she wants it way'.
Evan: "So Teague, you seem to be a bit chipper, as compared to before."
Mahdi taps his chin and waits for them to feed while thinking aloud. "I haven't decided how to modify her taste yet. I was considering something spicy. Like peppers and spice."
Campaign saved.
The fellow with Madison certainly seems to think he'll be fine, lol. Teague, meanwhile, nods to Evan after a moment. "Yes, I.. hmm. Hard to describe."
Nate just sort of walks up behind Ahmed, grabs him out of blue, and digs in. Subtle.
Mahdi pulls out his iphone and taps it. "Note to Mahdi Ahmad al-Din. Have Yasmin eat cayenne peppers all week. Also, note to self. Find out what the hottest peppers in the world are, and make her eat those too."
Nasty Nate (Nate): ughgh
Nasty Nate (Nate): you do not want to eat a ghost pepper
Mahdi (Mahdi): he won't eat them, silly, she will
Nasty Nate (Nate): haha yeah
Mahdi walks outside the club, making an effort to swish like a lady.
Mahdi: Presence +3, Expression 0 (1 success ) [3d10 = 17]
doomfunk: Ahaha
Nasty Nate (Nate): hahaha
Madison Kinde plays at making out for a minute before making her way down to Crabman's neck and sinking in with her fangs. She pulls out after she's had her fill, licking the wound. She leaves a big, red lipstick stain on his collar and zips down his pants. "Something to brag to your friends about."
Campaign saved.
He passes out promptly.
Evan doesn't press the matter with Teague.
Teague seems to have been searching for the proper words to describe something, and then eventually just shrugs. "Well, Doctor, I don't really know any way to put it other than that I feel 'better'. Less like I want to bore the needles out of my skull."
Nate needs some kind of reaction from Ahmed or something.
Mahdi (Mahdi): Ahmed has a wicked boner
Nasty Nate (Nate): thanks Ahmed
doomfunk: Yeah, you grabbed him from behind, right?
Nasty Nate (Nate): yeah
Quimpy (Madison Kinde): hahaha
doomfunk: Is this a forceful grab? If so give me a str+brawl
MJ (Evan): meanwhile the voorp skype is just laughter
Nasty Nate (Nate): so apparently he doesn't think hugging a man from behind is gay.. but crossdressing fuck that shit
Nate: Strength +4, Brawl +3 (2 successes you get 1 RollAgain) [7d10 = 42]
Nate: Reroll +1 (0 successes ) [1d10 = 4]
Madison Kinde joins the others outside. She looks just rosey.
Mahdi (Mahdi): grab those hips gurl
Evan looks pale, tragic, and unimpressed. As usual.
Evan is black irish afterall.
Ahmed doesn't really have much say in the matter of being fed on; Nate seizes him and digs in unceremoniously, and in the face of the stronger creature and the Kiss, Ahmed gives in.
Campaign saved.
Nate finishes up and heads outside.
Mahdi turns before leaving throught he front door. "Yasmin, make sure Ahmed cleans himself up for later."
Evan: "Great, well. If we can get moving?"
Evan: "Not that I don't find your loose feeding habits incredibly entertaining."
Madison Kinde: "Mine was for the greater cause. HE's just got the munchies."
Nate shoots Evan the bird with a winning smile and piles into whatever vehicle they picked for the night.
Madison Kinde thumbs back to Nate.
Campaign saved.
MJ (Evan): can we walk from here to the station?
doomfunk: Yeah, there's a station you could walk to from here, and then ride to the terminal in question.
MJ (Evan): nate thinks he's in la noire
Nate doesn't get into any car then, you fuckers. He starts walking to the station.
Evan just walks to the station, taking Carlotta with him.
Mahdi walks to the station, a few steps behind Evan like a good habibi.
Madison Kinde puts on her ridiculously oversized sunglasses and follows the others to the station.
Carlotta seems to ensure something is secure under her coat, then nods.
MJ (Evan): mahdi = jawa
Mahdi: puts his sunglasses on over his burqa. "Thankfully they match."
Entering /this/ terminal, an underground station, something immediately impresses upon you as wrong.
Campaign saved.
Evan just assumes that's because the subway is a terrible place to be. Unless I can roll on this "vibe"
The subway in Cairo is, frankly, a lot like it is in a city like Atlanta or New York. The big difference is the heavy use of tan in the exterior decor of the entrances. Like any subway, it features a platform at which people can wait for their trains. There's an odd antiseptic smell about the platform.
doomfunk: Yeah, you can.
Nate: Smells weird.
MJ (Evan): roll what
doomfunk: int/emp/auspex or wits/occ/auspex
Evan: Wits +3, Occult +1, Auspex +3 (0 successes ) [7d10 = 32]
MJ (Evan): YEAH
Madison Kinde walks right by Nate, pretending like she doesn't know him. "Get your head out of your armpit."
doomfunk: HOT DAMN
Nate gives Nate a light shove. "Oops, 'scuse me, miss."
Nate Madison*
Quimpy (Madison Kinde): why are you hitting youself
MJ (Evan): y'all are missing out on this cackle-fest
Teague pauses for a moment, then points at the ceiling near the wall of the terminal. "Is that a pencil?" And it is. It's a wooden pencil buried in the concrete ceiling.
Evan just stares for a second.
Campaign saved.
Nate looks up at the pencil, "That's pretty impressive."
Nate: Anyone remember that game? Where you throw pencils at the ceiling? I used to do that shit in class.
Evan hurries along with his 'ladies' in tow, looking glum as ever.
Nate follows behind.
Mahdi moves his head upwards as if he's looking at whatever it is in the ceiling, but keeps his eyes on his iphone. "Can't believe this Chinese designer's new fashion line up for the fall. Stunning."
doomfunk: Ahaha
Evan hushes Mahdi, who sounds like A MAN.
doomfunk: Does Evan have Auspex 1 active right now?
MJ (Evan): of course?
doomfunk: Which senses?
Nasty Nate (Nate): did I get any vitae from Ahmed
MJ (Evan): Auditory
Mahdi coughs. "Is it better now?" He is attempting to swish like a lady. "Oh... I didn't shave."
MJ (Evan): probably olfactory is a NO right now. Maybe visual, idk.
Mahdi: Composure +3, Persuasion +2 (1 success ) [5d10 = 18]
Evan: 0 successes [1d10 = 1]
doomfunk: Yes, of course you did. You can safely have taken 6 vitae from him, any more and he'd need hospitalization.
MJ (Evan): no, not visual
doomfunk: Same goes for Crabjohn, Quimpy
Madison Kinde looks around the station, trying to spot any suspicious characters out.
Quimpy (Madison Kinde): And here I was thinking I'd never like seafood
Campaign saved.
A train pulls in with little warning, halting at the platform. A small collection of men exits, in jeans, sweaters, or gellabiyas, heading up the stairs and out. The train itself looks somewhat abused; its exterior has small, pocked dents almost resembling gunfire, and dried black, red, and yellow stains begin below the windows and overtake its natural metal look near the wheels.There are fifty passengers in the train, visible through the windows.. quite a turnout for this late at night.
Nate steps onto the men only cart and grabs one of the rails up top, not deigning to take a seat.
Evan directs his womenfolk to get the fuck in the compartment for the vag equipped, and then gets into the compartment just behind that.
Mahdi follows Madison and Teague into the vag train.
Mahdi (Mahdi): the midnight meat train
Teague just nods and scuttles his way past people. Carlotta confidently edges her way in and grabs a standing rail as Nate did.
Madison Kinde steps into the car for DELICATE FLOWERS, probably shoving her way through a few other ladies.
Campaign saved.
Evan doesn't bother with a rail, he'll just be right next to the door which leads between trains, looking for a view of those 'delicate' 'ladies' in the other train.
Nate hums a song while wearing a shit-eating grin. It sounds like an old rock classic.
Mahdi sits down next to Madison, watching all the other women suspiciously. 
After a long moment, the train's doors close with a hiss. It begins to roll forward, then dramatically picks up speed with a mild rocking motion, like the deck of a ship.
Madison Kinde is jostled slightly as the train accelerates.She tugs at her shirt, trying to air herself out.
Evan stands perfectly balanced like a boss, his arms crossed over his chest.
doomfunk: Guys I hate to do this buy my stomach is killing me and I'm getting really dizzy
MJ (Evan): AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa
MJ (Evan): okay
Nasty Nate (Nate): FFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUU
Quimpy (Madison Kinde): I have no problem with stopping for the health of doom
Storyteller: We can pick up tomorrow before you leave for work, Quimpy?
Nasty Nate (Nate): I can't really say anything since I had to stop for the exact same reason in DARP
doomfunk: if nvlhalht has the afternoon/evening free i mean
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Quimpy (Madison Kinde): Sure, if that stuff you just said
Mahdi (Mahdi): Ok no problem
Nate: tomorrow afternoon?
Nasty Nate (Nate): derp
doomfunk: Yeah
Nasty Nate (Nate): can't do it
Mahdi: This week MJ and I have class on tuesday afternoon, and we can't do friday, but that's all
doomfunk: During the week I'd have to start after 8 which is normally right about when Quimpy leaves for work
Quimpy (Madison Kinde): if you can get everyone else together for it, feel free to just use Madison as an NPC
Nasty Nate (Nate): likewise for Nate
Nasty Nate (Nate): I'm p sure you can RP him easily
doomfunk: sux because this situation encourages me to pick a favourite
doomfunk: i guess i'll sleep on it
Quimpy (Madison Kinde): mull it over! go rest!
MJ (Evan): g'night foo
doomfunk: real quick though, giving you guys 4 xp
doomfunk: 2 for RP, 1 for problem-solving and skill use, 1 for doom sux
doomfunk: Oh, forgot the amnesia bonus xp, so 5
MJ (Evan): 5 total, okay
Campaign saved.
Mahdi: Cool, hope you feel better
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Chat log started at 30.7.2011 / 20:59:41
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Quimpy (Madison Kinde): I am pleased.
MJ (Evan): hmmm...
Campaign saved.
MJ (Evan): play the jaws music, evan's portrait keeps getting closer and closer to his face
Quimpy (Madison Kinde): hahaha
doomfunk: hi guys
doomfunk: i'm still eating! sorry!
MJ (Evan): s'all good
doomfunk: but um, let's see. we left off with you lot in the subway terminal, right?
Quimpy (Madison Kinde): yeah
doomfunk: if you guys could powwow re: what last was going on while i finish stuffing my face i'd really appreciate it, i think i know where you were and what you were doing but
doomfunk: y'know
Campaign saved.
MJ (Evan): Mahdi, carlotta, and Madison were in the train car with the ladies. Teague too, he and Mahdi were wearing hijabs or something.
MJ (Evan): Evan and Nate are in the car just behind them. They're trying to catch someone whose killings have been pinned on the group.
MJ (Evan): also there was a pencil embedded in a concrete ceiling at the station. :/
Quimpy (Madison Kinde): Yeah, that
doomfunk: buono
Storyteller: i had my cluesheet open, was going over it and being like 'found that, didn't find that that and that'
doomfunk: HURRRRRRRR I KNOW MY COMPUTER SYSTEM
Quimpy (Madison Kinde): Push X to Madison
doomfunk: this is the trial where Nate cuts his own finger off
MJ (Evan): when evan pushes X madison doesn't work something must be broken
doomfunk: no reason, he just did it
Quimpy (Madison Kinde): that's not a bug, working as intended
Campaign saved.
doomfunk: Now a question for you guys
doomfunk: I didn't ride the subway in Cairo, is the ladies' car in the back or in the front?
Evan: guessing...the back
MJ (Evan): ffs
MJ (Evan): evan would guess the back
doomfunk: that's kinda what i thought too
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doomfunk: was wondering why she was being so quiet
doomfunk: alright, i'll hold off on setting the scene until she's back in
Campaign saved.
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doomfunk: MOLTO BENE
Mahdi (Mahdi): can you see my new avatar?
doomfunk: Haha, mahdi's in a robe
Mahdi (Mahdi): good
As expected, the ladies' car is full of women. It is the last car on this particular train, and while the train up until this car is in relatively good condition, this one has clearly seen some abuse.
MJ (Evan): much like the women are used to
Quimpy (Madison Kinde): dohoho
There's a thin rust-coloured stain within the metal grilling before the emergency doors at the back, and the doors themselves have some rents and denting along their inner edge, as though they've been forced open.
Campaign saved.
Evan lights a cigarette and waits somewhat near Nate in the other car. He uses his auspex to keep an ear out for trouble in the ladies' car though, despite any screeching metal from the tracks.
There's almost a palpable sense of disquiet about the train, even though it is still idle at the platform. The mortals can sense it, whatever it is; the women of the car are clearly on edge, and the men in the car before are curiously quiet.
Madison Kinde is busy trying to stand out from the crowd as best as she can. Obviously the way she's dressed helps in this regard but there's also a sense of aloofness to her. She looks perfectly ignorant of her surroundings.
Campaign saved.
doomfunk: Quimpy can you roll Madison's Presence + Composure plz
Madison: Presence +4, Composure +2 [6]
Quimpy (Madison): fail
doomfunk: madison... dies
Storyteller: Dice (1 success ) [6d10 = 30]
doomfunk: with your sum i rolled it on my end, 's cool
Quimpy (Madison): howdidigethereiamnewtotheinternet
Evan: Composure +2, Wits +3 (2 successes ) [5d10 = 32]
Evan notes there's a man in a tweed suit and matching fedora who's begun to glance back at the crate of women, and with his augmented venison he can tell the man's heartrate is greatly accelerated. It actually sounds like he's having a heart attack, but he looks perfectly composed.
MJ (Evan): mm venison
MJ (Evan): may I stealthily get closer to him
Campaign saved.
doomfunk: Si
Storyteller: 2 successes [10d10 = 51]
Storyteller: 3 successes you get 1 RollAgain [4d10 = 27]
Storyteller: Reroll +1 (0 successes ) [1d10 = 2]
Evan: Dexterity +3, Streetwise +2, St:Stalking +3 (2 successes you get 1 RollAgain) [8d10 = 51]
Evan: Reroll +1 (0 successes ) [1d10 = 7]
Storyteller: 3 successes [10d10 = 52]
Mahdi covers his face with his hajib and tries to look discreet.
Mahdi might hear a quiet click of metal on metal from where Carlotta's sitting.
Evan moves like he's maybe looking to leave the car at the next stop or something.
Mahdi (Mahdi): how do i roll with this die pool
doomfunk: Drag the relevant stats into it, and then right click and hit the hand
Mahdi: Composure +3, Persuasion +2 (1 success you get 1 RollAgain) [5d10 = 21]
doomfunk: And then the hand again for your bonus die
Mahdi: Reroll +1 (1 success you get 1 RollAgain) [1d10 = 10]
doomfunk: KEEP IT UP
MJ (Evan): and an apple, one of those next
Mahdi: Reroll +1 (0 successes ) [1d10 = 6]
doomfunk: CHOO CHOO THE TRAIN just stopped aww :(
Madison is not satisfied that badditude alone will make her an appealing target. She 'turns on' the charm, literally. (Awe)
Mahdi (Mahdi): when the train gets below 55 mph, we all die
Madison: Presence +4, Expression +3, Majesty +3 (4 successes you get 1 RollAgain) [10d10 = 64]
doomfunk: do it to it
Quimpy (Madison): same dice pool or jsut 1 dice?
doomfunk: It should autoadd it, just hit the hand
Madison: Reroll +1 (1 success ) [1d10 = 8]
MJ (Evan): 10's always give a roll again, it's nice
Campaign saved.
doomfunk: I have also noted it will accrue multiple rerolls per roll should a number of 10s arise
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doomfunk: Which is nice
There's a shudder as the train pulls into motion, rolling away from the platform and onward toward oblivion. The man Evan approaches doesn't seem to notice that he's being specifically targeted - his attention is entirely upon whatever measly view he can get through the girlcar door porthole - pretty pathetic if just the merest glimpse of the concept of a woman is amping his heartrate up that far.
The women in the car seem somewhat fascinated by Madison; in fact, that sense of disquiet subsides, as, perhaps, they consider what brand she is wearing or who does her hair.
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Or maybe whether they'll knife her and take her cash when the train stops. Who knows!
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Nasty Nate (Nate): OH EM JEE WHATS UP GUYS
Madison continues her aloof act, trying not to let it seem like she's aware of the eyes on her. She digs into her purse and feels around for the pepperbox revolver. She doesn't pull it out just yet, just shifts it to near the top of the purse in case she needs to grab it in a hurry.
doomfunk: For Nvalt's benefit, currently the pack is on a subway train in Cairo, with half the pack in the women's car at the back end of the train, and Evan and Nate in the car just before.
doomfunk: Mahdi and Teague are in drag via wearing hijabs
Campaign saved.
Evan will be standing just behind the guy who made him suspicious, his knife poised secretly to stab him in the spine if he decides its prudent.
Nate probably doesn't notice anything.
The train groans audibly, with the squeal of metal distorting. That's unusual, and something everyone notices.
Nate looks around, a little perplexed at the sudden stop. 
Mahdi pulls out his iphone and tweets something randomly.
Campaign saved.
Madison tries to keep balanced during the abrupt stop. 
Nate: This isn't our stop is it?
Evan looks a bit pained at the sound of the train's loud screech, but attempts to maintain his vigil on heart-attack man.
Nate: The fuck is that noise?
The man seated by Evan shifts slightly before setting his briefcase aside and rising. The train feels like it's left the rails and is soaring like an eagle piloting a horrible steel dildo.
Nate: Wits +3, Composure +3 (1 success ) [6d10 = 26]
Evan continues to shadow this guy as he moves, trying not to be completely obvious about it
Nate looks around, noticing that Evan has gone. He shrugs and gives 0 fucks.
Madison looks for a fat old woman to cushion herself should things get any more wild on this here train.
Campaign saved.
Now that he's standing Evan can see that this creeper is maybe five-three and about as intimidating as the average dishtowel. That said, he starts to push his way toward the back, as the train continues its steely groan. That queer sense of spatial drift grows more intense - there's no way the subway tunnel is wide enough to permit the motion it feels like you're experiencing.
Nate braces himself as the train apparently goes out of control. He tries to look out the window to see wtf is going on.
Outside the window, there is only smooth concrete periodically dotted by a bright yellow light.
And Bill Shatner.
MJ (Evan): and teeny tiny toes
Campaign saved.
Evan: Dexterity +3, Brawl +3, Br:Surprise +4 (3 successes you get 1 RollAgain) [10d10 = 48]
Evan: Reroll +1 (0 successes ) [1d10 = 4]
Madison reaches out to grab a hold of one of the hand holds. These were the dumbest shoes to wear for this.
Evan tries to stab the guy covertly at the base of his spine.
Nasty Nate (Nate): clandestinely
Evan: Die +1, Die +1 (2 successes ) [2d10 = 18]
Campaign saved.
Evan: Strength +3, +6 (0 successes ) [9d10 = 32]
Campaign saved.
The blade of the push knife slides cleanly between his vertebrae; he collapses to the floor of the train, in the same moment the train violently derails. An electric surge passes through the cars, with a pale blue crackling light and then utter darkness. You can try and give a dex+athletics to retain your footing or, at the very least, arrest your fall.
Evan: Dexterity +3, Athletics +1 (2 successes ) [4d10 = 25]
Evan: 1 success [2d10 = 14]
Nate: Dexterity +3, Athletics +1 (2 successes you get 1 RollAgain) [4d10 = 23]
Nate: Reroll +1 (1 success ) [1d10 = 9]
Mahdi: Dexterity +1 (0 successes ) [1d10 = 5]
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Madison: Dexterity +4, Athletics +2 (0 successes ) [6d10 = 21]
Nate stands on his tiptoes and does a little dance while everyone else apparently falls on their asses.
Evan watches the man he stabbed as he falls to the ground, along with most everyone else.
Madison meets a nice old woman on the floor of the traincar. She has the loveliest bushy eyebrows.
Storyteller: 1 success [5d10 = 23]
Storyteller: 1 success you get 1 RollAgain [2d10 = 15]
Storyteller: Reroll +1 (1 success ) [1d10 = 8]
Campaign saved.
Carlotta and Teague both have some trouble with the impact, as well. Teague completely spills out on the floor of the train, on the other side of the nice old lady Madison just met - though all he can really say is that she needs new shoes. Carlotta manages to slam into, then hook her shoulder around, one of the standing guardrails.
Madison: Stamina +2 (0 successes ) [2d10 = 9]
Mahdi: Stamina +4, Resilience +2 (2 successes you get 1 RollAgain) [6d10 = 32]
Mahdi: Reroll +1 (0 successes ) [1d10 = 4]
Nate: Anybody gotta light?
TO CLARIFY: THE TRAIN IS PRESENTLY ON ITS SIDE. WHAT JUST HAPPENED? WHO KNOWS. AND YEAH IT'S DARK. AND YES PEOPLE ARE EVERYWHERE ON THE FLOOR.
Nate searches for an exit, either the door or one of the windows.
Evan navigates over to Nate and lights his lighter, careful not to blind himself.
Campaign saved.
An intense LED flares to life from the women's car as Carlotta secures her mobile phone to her forehead with a hairband.
Evan will glance toward the apparently dead man. Guessing he's still dead-ish seeming?
Nate: Agh, fuck! Where've you been?
Storyteller: From the floor, Teague strikes a lighter and holds it aloft. "Mother..?"
Evan: Here.
Storyteller: No prob.
Nate continues searching for a way out.
Nate now with the help of a light source.
Evan watches Nate scrabble around.
The man's body isn't where it fell. Probably tumbled under a bench or something.
Madison: tries to get herself back on her feet. Boy, does she feel like shit right now.
Mahdi puts his iphone away and stands up, brushing off some luggage. He looks for Teague and Madison to make sure they're ok, then looks for a way out.
Quimpy (Madison): derp
There's a back door to the train right near Mahdi, actually. It looks like it's been forced before.
Evan heads over to where the door is, near to the women's train. He attempts to open it, after pocketing his lighter again.
Nate locates the door that is facing open air and tries to force it open.
Mahdi helps Madison up and walks to the back door. He looks through the window before trying to open it.
Campaign saved.
Madison takes Mahdi's hand and gets back up. She follows him along to the back door. She gives a cursory glance back to that cushiony old woman she landed on.
Storyteller: Teague buries his elbows in that cushiony old woman as he picks himself up, doffing his hijab.
Nate: tries to make his way to the women's car and, subsequently, the emergency exit, giving little fucks about helping anyone up.
doomfunk: THE STORYTELLER IS FIRED
Nasty Nate (Nate): OOPs
Nate: Strength +4, Athletics +1 (0 successes ) [5d10 = 13]
Mahdi: Strength +3, Athletics 0 (1 success ) [3d10 = 11]
Evan: Strength +3, Athletics +1 (3 successes you get 2 RollAgains) [4d10 = 30]
Evan: Reroll +2 (0 successes ) [2d10 = 6]
Campaign saved.
Carlotta's LED may be somewhat blinding. Though, not as blinding as the sudden flare from outside the train, like a number of magnesium flashes all going off at once directly adjacent to the train. Unfortunately, for you three strapping men who just forced the door open, that means you take the brunt of the flare right to your faces.
You can give a wits+dex to avert your eyes. I mean, if you want.
Nate: Wits +3, Dexterity +3 (2 successes you get 1 RollAgain) [6d10 = 40]
Nate: Reroll +1 (0 successes ) [1d10 = 2]
Mahdi: Wits +1, Dexterity +1 (0 successes ) [2d10 = 4]
Evan: Wits +3, Dexterity +3, +2 (1 success you get 1 RollAgain) [8d10 = 40]
Evan: Reroll +1 (0 successes ) [1d10 = 5]
Storyteller: 2 successes you get 2 RollAgains [10d10 = 59]
Madison didn't try to open the door. Useless. She still covers her eyes when she catches the flares from behind the boys.
Storyteller: Reroll +2 (0 successes ) [2d10 = 2]
Madison: Wits +3, Dexterity +4 (3 successes ) [7d10 = 39]
Nate looks away before the flare offends his eyes.
Evan: Kamalalocana, Madison, are you alright?
Nate: Kamal..colacacocaine? What the fuck?
Evan ignores Nate and moves over to where not-Carlotta is.
Madison: I'm dead. So...nevermind.
Mahdi's sunglasses help keep his vision from being too terribly fucked. A+ for preparedness!
Evan: How very astute, dear sister
Nate exits the train through the door that EVAN forced open.
Mahdi hops down from the train car and heads towards Carlotta.
Nate finds himself face to face with something he probably didn't expect to see.
An enormous man (?), easily nine feet tall with arms that look like bull carcasses. Oddly he’s enormously top-heavy; from the waist down he almost is proportionally normal for a human male; in a way he likely reminds you of a gorilla, though facially still quite human. He’s wearing a wifebeater, strained, torn and threadbare against his colossal torso, pressed twill slacks and a matching fedora - the ensemble would be comical if it weren’t for the bestial roar he unleashed when he arrived on the scene, or the cruel, fiery blue glow smouldering in his eyesockets. The glow is echoed through rips and cuts in the skin of his shoulders and arms, as though something is burning and expanding him from within.
Campaign saved.
(That glow is especially prominent from a hole in his back. GJ.)
Nate widens his eyes, "What the FUCK?"
Evan: 0 successes [1d10 = 3]
MJ (Evan): +5
Nate: 0 successes [1d10 = 5]
The tanklike monstrosity stoops toward Nate, screaming in a howling, otherworldly voice. "WHERE IS THE GIRL?!?"
Mahdi: 1 success you get 1 RollAgain [1d10 = 10]
Mahdi: +4
Nate: +6
Madison: 1 success you get 1 RollAgain [1d10 = 10]
Storyteller: 1 success [3d10 = 10]
Quimpy (Madison): +5
Nate
Madison
Campaign saved.
Madison pulls her pepperbox revolver from her purse and squeezes the trigger. She tries to aim for Beef's face.
Mahdi
Madison
Madison: Firearms +1, Dexterity +4 (1 success ) [5d10 = 25]
'Nasty Nate' disconnected
Campaign saved.
Storyteller: 0 successes [5d10 = 24]
Mahdi
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Nasty Nate (Nate): got a BSOD
doomfunk: sux brah
doomfunk: everything gravy now?
Nasty Nate (Nate): let's hope
Campaign saved.
Mahdi: Strength +3, Brawl +3 (2 successes you get 2 RollAgains) [6d10 = 29]
Mahdi: Reroll +2 (0 successes ) [2d10 = 8]
Mahdi: 1 success [1d10 = 9]
Storyteller: 1 success [5d10 = 18]
Campaign saved.
Storyteller: Carlotta exits the train, draws and fires a pistol.
Storyteller: Dexterity +4, Firearms +4 (4 successes you get 3 RollAgains) [8d10 = 53]
Storyteller: Reroll +3 (0 successes ) [3d10 = 17]
Storyteller: 1 success [5d10 = 16]
Nate
Nate: Vigor +2, Brawl +3, Strength +4 (2 successes ) [9d10 = 41]
Campaign saved.
Nate meanwhile is like 8|
Nate: +7 (1 success ) [7d10 = 32]
Evan is just like dayum
Evan
Mahdi tweets that shit.
Evan: Teague, his aura---what?
Carlotta averts her eyes.
Teague nods, clearly as bewildered as Evan is.
Evan tries to stab the creature in the back again, since he's apparently behind it.
Campaign saved.
Evan: Dexterity +3, Br:Surprise +4, +2 (3 successes you get 1 RollAgain) [9d10 = 52]
Evan: Reroll +1 (0 successes ) [1d10 = 4]
Storyteller: 1 success [5d10 = 29]
Storyteller: 0 successes [2d10 = 7]
Evan drives his push knife into the creature's back, creating a rift from the primary hole that he stabbed into before. It almost looks like, if this keeps up, the creature will just fall apart like newsprint.
[BEEFSLAB'S TURN]
Storyteller: 3 successes [10d10 = 46]
Storyteller: 4 successes [10d10 = 59]
Storyteller: 0 successes [5d10 = 28]
Storyteller: 1 success [5d10 = 24]
Campaign saved.
The creature lifts its arms over its head, as the holes in its body erupt in red-violet flame. Its mouth almost detaches from its face as another bestial howl erupts forth, accompanied by a queer whistling sound from the wind passing through its flutelike body.
Storyteller: And then it slams its enormous fist into Nasty Nate.
Nate: Stamina +2 (2 successes ) [2d10 = 16]
Nate: Dexterity +3, Athletics +1 (0 successes ) [4d10 = 26]
Mahdi: Stamina +4, Resilience +2 (2 successes you get 1 RollAgain) [6d10 = 38]
Mahdi: Reroll +1 (1 success you get 1 RollAgain) [1d10 = 10]
Mahdi: Reroll +1 (0 successes ) [1d10 = 3]
Campaign saved.
Evan: Resolve +2, Composure +2 (1 success ) [4d10 = 26]
Storyteller: Dice +4 (2 successes ) [4d10 = 30]
Madison
Campaign saved.
Madison rushes in to try to drag Nate away from any further blows.
Madison: Die +1, Strength +1 (1 success you get 1 RollAgain) [2d10 = 11]
Madison: Reroll +1 (1 success you get 1 RollAgain) [1d10 = 10]
Madison: Reroll +1 (1 success ) [1d10 = 9]
Mahdi
Mahdi: Strength +3, Brawl +3 (2 successes you get 1 RollAgain) [6d10 = 35]
Campaign saved.
Mahdi: Reroll +1 (1 success ) [1d10 = 9]
Storyteller: 2 successes you get 1 RollAgain [5d10 = 29]
Storyteller: Reroll +1 (1 success ) [1d10 = 8]
Storyteller: Dexterity +4, Firearms +4 (4 successes you get 2 RollAgains) [8d10 = 48]
Storyteller: Reroll +2 (0 successes ) [2d10 = 9]
Nate
Carlotta lines up a shot with her pistol as Madison drags Nate to safety, striking the creature in its eye. There's a flare of violet fire from its eye as it screams from the combined assault against its balls and eye.
Nate: Strength +4, Athletics +1 (1 success ) [5d10 = 15]
Storyteller: 2 successes [5d10 = 34]
Nate: Strength +4, Brawl +3, Vigor +2 (1 success ) [9d10 = 41]
Storyteller: 2 successes [5d10 = 29]
Campaign saved.
After scrambling up his torso and boxing him in the head, Nate finds that.. he can't really get a good blow off. This thing's body is like solid hardwood.
Evan
Evan: Resolve +2, Composure +2 (2 successes ) [4d10 = 24]
Storyteller: Dice +5, Brawl +3, Praestantia +2 (3 successes you get 2 RollAgains) [10d10 = 60]
Storyteller: Reroll (2 successes you get 1 RollAgain) [7d10 = 38]
Storyteller: Reroll +1 (1 success you get 1 RollAgain) [1d10 = 10]
Storyteller: Reroll +1 (0 successes ) [1d10 = 3]
Nasty Nate (Nate): hammertime
Storyteller: 1 success [1d10 = 9]
Storyteller: 1 success [1d10 = 9]
Storyteller: 0 successes [1d10 = 7]
Campaign saved.
Evan, clearly frenzied, scrambles up the creature's torso in half the speed the natural climber Nate did, and - gripping the push knife he normally keeps well hidden in both hands - slams it down into the beast's head repeatedly.
This has a dramatic effect upon the creature, caving its head in much as its testicles were.
It's... not dead, yet, though.
Storyteller: 4 successes you get 1 RollAgain [10d10 = 59]
Storyteller: Reroll (2 successes ) [11d10 = 56]
Storyteller: 2 successes you get 1 RollAgain [5d10 = 31]
Storyteller: Reroll +1 (0 successes ) [1d10 = 2]
Mahdi: Resolve +2, Composure +3 (2 successes ) [5d10 = 30]
The creature again lifts its arms, with a loud whistling sound and a hollow echo of a distant roar issuing forth from what is left of its head, its jaw hanging loosely from its cardboard-like skin. Gouts of crimson fire pulse from the breaches in its body, startling Mahdi but causing nothing in him but anxiety.
It then slams its arm down onto Mahdi, more languidly than before but still quite forcefully.
Campaign saved.
Mahdi: Stamina +4, Resilience +2 (4 successes ) [6d10 = 42]
Storyteller: It also slams at its own shoulders, bashing at itself to get you weirdoes off of its back. 
Storyteller: 1 success you get 1 RollAgain [2d10 = 16]
Storyteller: Reroll +1 (0 successes ) [1d10 = 1]
Storyteller: 0 successes [2d10 = 7]
It strikes Evan and Nate both, bruising them. Nate's not feeling so good. Thankfully his player is away, so he's pretty okay with it!
Storyteller: Dexterity +2, Firearms +3 (3 successes you get 1 RollAgain) [5d10 = 33]
Storyteller: Reroll +1 (0 successes ) [1d10 = 1]
Teague shoots it in its other nipple, looking rather dashing and/or miserable and achieving nothing of import.
Madison
Campaign saved.
Madison tries to take Teague's (probably) much better gun and fire at the remains of Beef's pummeled face.
Teague surrenders the sidearm indifferently. :/
Madison: Firearms +1, Dexterity +4 (1 success ) [5d10 = 33]
Campaign saved.
Madison lands a glancing blow with Teague's Webley, but it's apparently all they needed. The bullet strikes the massive creature in the navel, causing him to lose structural integrity. Its body starts to rift apart, and that fiery glow from within it brightly burns out into pale blue ash, dusting the floor and rails of the tunnel.
The ladies of the train lurk within the car, watching all this with some confusion.
Yes, Evan and Nate were both on top of it, and both fall.
Evan: Dexterity +3, Athletics +1 (0 successes ) [4d10 = 8]
Evan falls flat, and may still be insane.
Nate: Dexterity +3, Athletics +1 (2 successes you get 1 RollAgain) [4d10 = 26]
Nate: Reroll +1 (0 successes ) [1d10 = 3]
Nate manages to catch himself on the stony concrete floor.
Evan: [2]
Evan: 1 success [2d10 = 11]
Campaign saved.
Evan: Resolve +2, Composure +2 (2 successes you get 1 RollAgain) [4d10 = 26]
Evan: Reroll +1 (0 successes ) [1d10 = 4]
Madison keeps the gun trained on Evan. Ya know, just in case.
Evan: looks at Madison as he calms down. He seems initially confused at the sight of that, but then resigned. "Is anyone hurt badly?"
Madison: That guy is.
Carlotta pulled her coat off and threw it over Evan as he was riding out his frenzy, to provide him a "calm, quiet environment".
Evan blinks at Madison, once, very slowly.
Then she reloaded and concealed her pistol.
Madison points to the wreckage that was once a 9 foot tall mouthbreather.
Evan looks to Nate, seeming to recall that he was hit early on. Mahdi as well.
With all the violence subsided, you lot can now clearly see a glimmer of.. white paint? On the tunnel walls, about shoulder-height.
Mahdi: I appear to be fine enough, Dr. Kinde. 
doomfunk: Nobody is anything worse than bruised. That shit heals on its own in about a minute, for vampires.
Campaign saved.
That white paint is writing, in a curious glyphic script.
Madison looks back to the train full of onlookers and then to the SPLOOSH. 
Evan nods, and moves to inspect the paint, "That thing had a strange look to it."
Mahdi: We're being watched, aren't we?
Teague nods vigorously.
Mahdi looks back to the subway car casually.
Evan: Nobody will believe them, so what does it matter?
Mahdi: It doesn't.
Mahdi: I just like to know when I have an audience.
Evan rolls his eyes.
Nate: Carlotta laughs quietly.
Nate: WHAT
Madison steals Teague's gun. Dat shit's mine now.
Campaign saved.
Teague seems sad. :(
Madison looks at him like nothing happened.
He staggers over to the glyphic shit. "This is Enochian. I always thought that cocky prick Dee made that whole thing up."
Evan: Intelligence +3, Occult +1 (0 successes ) [4d10 = 21]
Evan: Enochian?
Mahdi: Intelligence +3, Occult +1 (2 successes you get 1 RollAgain) [4d10 = 25]
Mahdi: Reroll +1 (0 successes ) [1d10 = 4]
Teague nods. "It's purportedly the language of the angels. I never put too much stock in that, because... Catholics, you know?"
Mahdi: Yes... Delicious.
Evan shrugs helplessly, "Okay, so?"
Madison walks a ways down the subway tunnel, using her phone for a light. She's searchign for a service exit or something.
Campaign saved.
Evan: Madison, cupcake, where are you in a hurry to get to?
Madison calls out from down the tunnel.
There's a very narrow service corridor branching off of the tunnel and running parallel to it, behind an aluminum door. More of the script is along the walls in there as well, clearly written with haste.
Madison: Someone's gonna come looking for this train eventually. We probably shouldn't be around when they ask for explanations.
Evan will head after his sister, after handing Carlotta back her coat.
Evan: This is Cairo, they're not going to notice right away.
Storyteller: Carlotta dons her coat and follows after Evan and Madison. "They'll notice the body. No telling who'll come in to investigate that."
Madison snaps some photos of the walls on her phone.
Evan pauses, turns on his heel, and then goes over to collect a tissue sample from the former behemoth.
There is shouting and commotion from the engine area of the train.
It's in Arabic; those of you who speak that language (most of you, ie, not Nate) gather they're shouting about how the engineer is a mummy, or something of that nature.
'MJ' disconnected
'Mahdi' disconnected
'Nasty Nate' disconnected
'Quimpy' disconnected
Campaign saved.
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Chat log started at 6.8.2011 / 21:10:50
World of Darkness for Fantasy Grounds II
Copyright 2010 CCP hf. All rights reserved.
'MJ' connected
'Nasty Nate' connected
'Quimpy' connected
Campaign saved.
MJ (Evan): Chris mentioned that it was 7xp last time
doomfunk: yes
Nasty Nate (Nate): K
Campaign saved.
doomfunk: Sorry, just catching leet up 
Nasty Nate (Nate): no worries, deciding what to buy with my whopping 16exp
MJ (Evan): I was likewise "leveling up"
'Leetsepeak' connected
MJ (Evan): So last time we left off right after the hulking man-creature attacked us and we found strange writing on the walls, yes?
Campaign saved.
doomfunk: Right, iirc you were pretty much right in front of a door to a maintenance tunnel system
Nasty Nate (Nate): Huh, apparently you CAN pre-empt Celerity
Storyteller: In fact this is where you were
MJ (Evan): Evan had just frenzied which means I suppose that you all saw his crazy new fangs, as he now HAS fangs
doomfunk: I'll call for a wits+composure for that - not everyone was in melee and Evan did attack the thing right off.
Storyteller: DEVON CAN'T ROLL
Nate: Wits +3, Composure +3 (1 success you get 1 RollAgain) [6d10 = 36]
Nate: Reroll +1 (0 successes ) [1d10 = 5]
doomfunk: Devon is an armpit
Nasty Nate (Nate): test
doomfunk: fail
Campaign saved.
Nasty Nate (Nate): :|
Nasty Nate (Nate): Devon IS an armpit
Nasty Nate (Nate): Is Evan still frenzied?
doomfunk: No, fear stressor has been slaughtered.
MJ (Evan): :D
doomfunk: He rode it out over 3 rounds, also.
'Leetsepeak' disconnected
Nasty Nate (Nate): K
MJ (Evan): didn't Carlotta put a jacket over him while he was freaking out, also?
doomfunk: Yeah, she did.
MJ (Evan): which is what you do when someone has a seizure, but I guess it's a bit similar, not really
Evan lights a cigarette after just going into frenzy due to fire.
Nate walks over aimlessly, passes Evan and gives him a clap on the shoulder, "Nice fangs, champ." He continues on, walking over to the odd writings.
Campaign saved.
Teague strolls over to the writing as well, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment before he sets his attention solidly to them.
Evan just gives Nate an aloof glance, before turning back to look at the enochian writings Teague discovered.
The beast's corpse remains on the floor of the tunnel, incidentally, flattened and partially disintegrated like someone had popped a balloon made entirely of meat. The other passengers from the train, shaken from the impact, lurk slightly within, raptly attentive to Madison but clearly fearful from what they've witnessed.
Aggressive Masquerade violations: +1
Nate examines the markings. Maybe old him would have known what the hell they were.. or not, since apparently he was and still is a shitty sorcerer.
Evan shares a quiet word with Carlotta.
Storyteller: Dice +4, Dice +3 (2 successes you get 2 RollAgains) [8d10 = 47]
Teague intones some harsh, guttural noises for a moment. It doesn't sound like any real language, more like he's clearing his throat with some vowels added.
Nate turns to him, "Is that what it says?"
Evan nods toward Madison, before asking Teague, "What does it say?"
Storyteller: Carlotta, meanwhile, opens the maintenance door and immediately flanks it, shining her flashlight into the corridor. "Seems clear."
doomfunk: Damn that Storyteller asshole.
Storyteller: Reroll +2 (0 successes ) [2d10 = 8]
Campaign saved.
Storyteller: Teague glances at Evan and Nate, then shrugs. "I can't make heads or tails of it. I only know Enochian as a cipher of French, thanks to John Dee. This is... not French."
Nate snorts and then heads over to peer into the maintenance door if it is open.
Evan takes out his cellphone and takes a picture of the writings to the best of his ability.
'Leetsepeak' connected
Evan: We can figure it out later then. Shall we away?
Teague pats himself over, then plucks up a notebook and jots some notes into it.
Nate shrugs and indicates the door, "We going through here?"
Evan heads down this corridor, looking around (with auspex) as he does.
Nate follows Evan as his question is answered with silence.
Evan ignores Nate blithely, as usual
Madison stops basking in all her attention and follows the others.
The train's passengers begin to exit the train, following Madison from some distance. She has a gun, after all.
Campaign saved.
Madison: I wish this crap came with an off switch.
Nate: Try carrying shit around in your purse.
Nate: Like literal shit.
Madison: Helpful. Real helpful.
Teague flips his notebook closed, bringing up the rear.
Evan crouches, pressing himself to the side of the corridor. He becomes absolutely silent as he continues farther on.
Nate grins toothily.
Carlotta moves with Evan, more or less in the lead with him. She has her gun yet drawn, in case more trouble arrives.
Nate casually brings it up behind Evan and Carlotta.
Evan: Dexterity +3, Stealth +2 (4 successes you get 1 RollAgain) [5d10 = 40]
The corridor continues for a good hundred feet, then meets a T, passing both left and right. The leftward passage continues on but light shows it turning left again, likely leading back to the railway.
Evan: Reroll +1 (1 success ) [1d10 = 8]
The right-turning passage leads past a couple of aluminum doors, and seems to continue on. Very far down the hall, a fluorescent light illuminates a much larger area with what seems to be something of a slope to it.
Campaign saved.
Nate forgot he had Stealth too, so he'll roll as well.
Nate: Dexterity +3, Stealth +4 (1 success ) [7d10 = 33]
Evan pauses by one of the doors, and presses his ear to it. He scents at the air, rather in the manner of a dog.
Storyteller: Nate's a whole lot less silent than Evan, for a few good reasons.
Nate whispers, "Smell anything Lassie? What is it, girl?"
Madison fumbles behind them with Teague. Not being all that careful at all.
Carlotta clubs Nate in the shoulder.
Nate cackles.
Storyteller: Carlotta whacks him again, with a hushed "Shh!"
Evan bares his fangs at Nate, and then tries to open the door quietly. He cracks it open a small amount, just enough to see (if it's not locked)
Nate settles down after that. He is taking this all quite seriously.
Teague seems like he's going to ask Madison something, then stops himself. Then seems like that again, then stops.
The door opens freely.
Campaign saved.
Mahdi is nearby, toying with his phone. Perhaps he's looking for signal.
Devon: Dexterity +3, Stealth +1 [4]
Devon: Dexterity +3, Stealth +1 [4]
Nasty Nate (Nate): you have to click the dice pool
Evan indicates the room with a jerk of his head, looking at Carlotta
doomfunk: Yeah, drag it to the pool, then right-click it and hit the hand.
Madison gives Teague a challenging glare. Speak up or stop looking at me, it seems to say. She looks behind her to make sure the subway passengers aren't still following the group.
They totally are, lol.
Nate looks back, and, upon noticing the humans, gives Madison a nasty (lol) glare.
Teague mumbles something in Madison's direction.
Evan: Wits +3, Occult +1, Auspex +3 (3 successes you get 2 RollAgains) [7d10 = 44]
Campaign saved.
Evan: Reroll +2 (1 success you get 1 RollAgain) [2d10 = 16]
Evan: Reroll +1 (1 success ) [1d10 = 9]
Evan releases the door, standing to one side so that he's not visible when it opens.
Storyteller: 2 successes you get 2 RollAgains [4d10 = 28]
Storyteller: Reroll +2 (0 successes ) [2d10 = 4]
Madison calls back down the passageway. "Fuck off!" She moves closer to the group, fumbling through her purse for something.
Devon: Dexterity +3, Stealth +1 (1 success ) [4d10 = 26]
Nasty Nate (Nate): /clap
With the door more open, Evan can get a better look into the room. There's a wooden desk in there, with a computer, and some junk on the shelves. It doesn't look like there's another way out.
Evan closes his eyes for a second as Madison yells, then looks at her with a 'you really just did that' expression on his face. He seems more resigned than surprised
Nate pokes his head in the doorway. "This looks familiar."
Evan: Wits +3, Composure +2 (1 success ) [5d10 = 25]
Evan: I can hear you, in there. Come out.
Devon steps out. "What's going on?"
Evan looks slightly confused, "You...why are you down here?"
Storyteller: Teague lifts a hand and waves. "Hello."
Nate stares at Devon a moment. "You live in the subway? Nice."
Teague shakes his head. "No, he lives in my place. We have a gentleman's arrangement."
Campaign saved.
Madison: We still have an audience, ladies and germs.
Evan stands up straighter, but remains with his back to the wall. "There was someone here earlier. Blond, female."
Devon: shrugs. "I'd like the answer to that question too. By the way, we have company." He motions to the computer, cameras! "Six men. Armored, submachine guns and machetes."
In some shock at Madison's outburst, the subway passengers have retreated slightly. One of their number- a slightly bruised, plump woman - implores Madison - "We do not know where to go!"
Nate frowns. "Holy shit.. hunters?"
Carlotta pushes past the men, looking at the terminal. "Hunters."
Nate: Fuck.
Evan continues lurking, he looks unsurprised by that somehow.
Madison tries to deal with the crowd. "Go back to train! Fuck off!"
She plucks up an assault rifle from a nearby shelf, checking its bolt and magazine. "He did say outside interests were looking into that... thing."
Nate: Goddamn you are really bad at this..
Nate: walks up beside Madison, "Here, let me help."
Evan: Do you know of a means of egress, Devon?
The battered plump woman turns, waving her arms at the others. "Go back to the train, we will wait there until authorities come. Clearly the lady and her friends need to go and it is dangerous for us."
Madison: Yeah. That's right.
Madison looks pleased with herself.
Campaign saved.
With some confusion, the men and women of the train amble back to its twisted carcass.
Devon: grabs a pistol for himself and stuffs it in his coat. He looks out through the door. "No. I have no recollection of how I got here, either." It's flatly stated.
Leetsepeak (Devon): goddommot
Evan continues carefully down the corridor, remaining as stealthy as possible and as perfectly silent as before.
doomfunk: I am experiencing the warmth that only love and/or really insanely spicy food can provide. Mmmm.
Nasty Nate (Nate): what is it
doomfunk: vindaloo
Madison looks around for any spare firearms in the room.
There are many. Apparently Devon, or whoever stuck him in here, was expecting a lot of trouble.
Storyteller: Dice +5, Die +1 (0 successes ) [6d10 = 23]
As Madison looks around, Teague swipes at the revolver - his revolver - she's carrying, but misses terribly.
Madison: tosses the damn thing at him. "You could have just asked you fucking baby." She grabs two pistols and some spare ammo.
Quimpy (Madison): derp
Carlotta keeps pace with Evan, adjusting the sights on the assault rifle as she goes.
Nate doesn't bother taking a gun, since he can't shoot straight at all. He follows Evan down.
Teague catches the pistol with some awkwardness, then breaks it open and reloads it. "I... I did, twice." His face is very :[
Madison: I'm not a mindreader. You should have said it out loud.
Nasty Nate (Nate): so question
Evan pauses, looking back at Carlotta for a second. He smiles at her, then continues.
Teague gestures with his pistol. "I did! I did."
Madison yanks Teague so that they can catch up with the others.
Madison: Well then I wasn't listening to you. Who can blame me?
MJ (Evan): loooool
Campaign saved.
Nasty Nate (Nate): could stone cling potentially allow me to crawl on walls/ceilings like a xenomorph
Stumbling, Teague almost loses his balance as he is yanked, his revolver going off and cratering a spot on the floor from the shock.
doomfunk: Yes totally
doomfunk: Be the guy
Evan stops suddenly as this happens behind him.
Nate gives up on trying to be stealthy the old fashioned way and just.. darts up one of the walls and crawls on the ceiling.
Nate: Strength +4, Athletics +1 (0 successes ) [5d10 = 24]
Madison: gives Teague one last dirty look before walking away from him. "Butterfingers."
doomfunk: OR NOT
Nasty Nate (Nate): good thing I can add vigor/celerity to successes
doomfunk: Yeah I wouldn't rely on celerity
doomfunk: Its cost is /turn
Nate: it says I add the dots of each to the # of successes
Nasty Nate (Nate): oops*
When the gun went off, Carlotta turned quickly, her rifle trained on Teague. Sighing, she shakes her head. "Teague. Secure your shit."
doomfunk: Only if they're active.
doomfunk: Vigor lasts for a scene, celerity for a round
Evan continues onward, toward the large room, if he's not already there
Nasty Nate (Nate): ok
Nate apparently just falls on his face then.
Nate continues behind Evan.
Madison pouts her lips mockingly to Teague. She speaks with a bit of baby babble. "We'll get you widdle baby gun next time." 
Again, Carlotta keeps pace. The large room is actually a broad tunnel, running upwards and away from the subway line. A vague glint of paint pen can be seen along the walls, cycling between the Enochian script from before, Egyptian hieroglyphs, Greek, and other, curious symbol sets.
Campaign saved.
Teague breaks open his revolver, replacing the one expended round. Closing it, he nods at Madison. "Like that thing in your purse?"
Madison pretends she didn't hear that sick burn. Bigger fish and all that.
Devon sticks with the crew. Doesn't really know what is going on, but hey.
Evan holds up six fingers, looking at Carlotta. He then taps where his heart is, and indicates the direction where the hunters must be in the distance. Evan has pretty great hearing with all this crazy Auspex.
Carlotta nods, then turns to the rest of the group holding up a cautioning hand... and dissolves into the shadows at her feet, flitting across the ground like an inkblot.
Madison whispers to Devon.
Madison: What the fuck does that mean?
Campaign saved.
Teague whispers to Madison and Devon. "I think she wants us to melt."
Nate will attempt to climb on the ceiling again.
Evan scurries along stealthily, heading straight toward where Carlotta's 'inkblot' was heading toward.
Madison stares at Nate trying to do that, not really grasping what he's doing.
Nate: Strength +4, Athletics +1 (1 success ) [5d10 = 18]
Nasty Nate (Nate): burning Vigor too
Nate clings deftly to the ceiling, like some kind of creepy, hideous anole.
Nate attempts to stay out of the light and remain stealthy has he makes his way over to Evan.
Nate: Dexterity +3, Stealth +4 (3 successes you get 1 RollAgain) [7d10 = 47]
Nate: Reroll +1 (1 success you get 1 RollAgain) [1d10 = 10]
Nate: Reroll +1 (0 successes ) [1d10 = 7]
doomfunk: bene
Evan cranes his neck, looking up at Nate briefly. He then continues on toward where those heartbeats are coming from.
Madison tries to stay balanced while kneeling in high heels. Poor footwear choices will haunt you all night, Madison.
Nate grins and wiggles his tongue at Evan before following him, maintaining his stealth.
Quimpy (Madison): I demand to have to roll for that.
Campaign saved.
Evan pulls a syringe from his pocket, working it up the sleeve of his jacket carefully. Looks like a gesture he's familiar with.
Carlotta emerges from a dark spot in a wall near Evan, holding her hand up again. "This tunnel opens up into some sort of motor pool, with a number of small buildings around it. They're systematically looking through them."
Evan: In pairs, alone...?
Carlotta shakes her head. "One solid group of six."
Teague offers, hopefully, "We could wait them out?"
Evan: Madison. Cupcake, where are you? Ah, there you are.
Madison creeps up quietly when she's called.
Evan: stands, and smiles at his sister, "Could you find your fan club, and get them to lead the way for us?"
MJ (Evan): derp
doomfunk: This game just got real awesome real fast
Madison: I guess I could. 
Madison looks at Teague. "I need your shoes."
Teague looks down, then at Madison's feet. He nods slightly. "Alright, we'll switch." He removes his shoes.
Campaign saved.
Evan looks at Teague with a pained expression as he says 'switch'
doomfunk: afk a sec
Madison takes his shoes and puts them on. She throws her own into her bottomless purse. "I'll hurry. Should I tell them the nice armed men are here to help them and that they should run up and bother them?"
Nate calls down from the ceiling at Madison, "Hey. Pssst. Hey. I can see down your shirt."
Evan points at Nate, "Hey."
Madison raises her hand toward him and flips Nate off without looking at him.
Nate cackles.
Campaign saved.
Teague watches Madison, then regards his own feet for a moment with a sigh.
Nate: Hey Carlotta. What's the ground look like where they're at?
"Gravel. Probably over sand."
Nate: Hrm.
Teague takes his socks off, too. "Ah, it's like the summer of '26 all over again."
Evan remarks offhandedly, "Didn't it flood that year in london?"
Campaign saved.
Madison looks grossed out and heads back down the tunnel at a jogging pace to find the incredible subway people.
Teague nods after a moment. "Yes, after the Great War. I meant 1826."
Evan makes a face, probably at how OLD teague is.
Nate: That's pretty fuckin old.
Nate: ..so what happened in 1826?
When Madison makes it back to the train, she finds Mahdi conducting a disposal exercise via Dominate and teamwork, having the mortals dismantle and destroy RipBeef's body. "Ah, Madison."
Teague scratches the back of his head. "I went on a regatta."
Evan blinks at Nate, "Thomas Jefferson and John Adams both died in 1826. That's all I recall from history class, I'm afraid."
Nate snorts and finally drops from the ceiling.
'Leetsepeak' disconnected
Teague shrugs. "Never was too up on my colonial history. I had my father loan me the yacht for the first-ever Cowes Regatta, was fun."
Evan: Since when are you spiderman, Nate?
Madison watches the grisly display of cooperation with some curiosity for a moment before speaking again.
Evan keeps glancing toward the direction of the hunters as he's speaking with Nate and Teague.
"He died while I was out, and Mumsy blamed me for the whole thing. Said I stole his heart and soul to shit island and beat me with a truncheon."
Campaign saved.
Madison: We've got hunters up ahead looking for us. We need our new friends to run interference.
Nate shrugs, "How the hell should I know. I just looked at the wall and thought 'hey maybe I'll try that.'"
Nate: Once we're outside I'm thinkin' of trying something else,too.
Mahdi nods. "Any survivors, I'll give a story about the Muslim Brotherhood."
Mahdi studies Madison. "I've had to give them orders individually. I think, with you here, we may be able to wrangle the hole lot of them."
Teague looks at Nate. "Handstands?"
Evan nods, not really looking that interested in the details.
Nate: Yes. Handstands.
Madison: I'll give it a shot. It worked once. 
Madison tries to get the group's attention. "There is a rescue team up ahead! Follow me to safety!"
Mahdi chuckles to himself at Madison's story. The crowd rallies up, though some linger for a moment to finish destroying the hambeast's body.
Madison: Majesty +3, Expression +3, Presence +4 (3 successes ) [10d10 = 57]
Nasty Nate (Nate): damn gurl
doomfunk: She's a people person
Campaign saved.
Quimpy (Madison): \o/
Nate: Strength +4, Celerity +2, Vigor +2 (2 successes ) [8d10 = 43]
Nasty Nate (Nate): whoops
Placing a hand on Madison's shoulder, Mahdi supplements. "In fact, don't wait for us. Go on ahead - we'll be right behind you. It's just that way, over there."
The crowd ambles on.
Madison nods in agreement.
Evan, Nate, Teague, and Carlotta can see a whole lot of Egyptians shuffling toward them. Their bruised, plump leader enquires, "Are you the rescue team?"
Nate just laughs.
Carlotta points up the tunnel. "They're up there."
Evan points where Carlotta points, not bothering to speak to them.
Campaign saved.
The Egyptians shuffle onward, up the tunnel. Carlotta melts into Evan's shadow.
Nasty Nate (Nate): daww
Evan falls in behind the crowd, forcing his heart to beat and his skin to flush. He used to always look so human, but now it takes effort.
Nate follows Evan a few feet behind.
Evan: I could really go for some shwarma. Hmm.
Nate: I could really go for one a' them passengers.
Evan looks around until he spots Madison. 
While walking with Madison, Mahdi ducked into that office to grab a pistol, and tugged his armoured gloves on as they approached.
Teague, meanwhile, took some notes while studying the shit on the walls again.
Campaign saved.
Madison sticks with Mahdi, one hand is in her purse and gripping the pistol she took from the room.
Evan puts his arm over his sister's shoulder, "Maddie, dear, I need to have a word with you after this, alright?"
As they follow the group, they find themselves moving along the tunnel at a pretty good pace. As Carlotta described, it essentially opens up into a big fenced-in parking lot, with some small offices for the transit authority's maintenance people.
Madison: Mhmm. Sure.
Nate , once they reach the outside, is going to squat down and... start digging.
Madison said that in the most non-commital way possible. 
Campaign saved.
Past the Egyptians, six flashlight beams can be seen, panning around cautiously as they exit the building they were just in. They train their guns on the approaching humans, their leader shouting "Stop!"
Evan continues walking with his arm around her as they continue. She can likely feel the knife up his sleeve through the material of his dress shirt, "I'm serious."
Nate: Strength +4, Athletics +1, Celerity +2, Vigor +2 (0 successes ) [9d10 = 36]
doomfunk: Damn man
Nasty Nate (Nate): jesus
Nasty Nate (Nate): let me know when I can try again
doomfunk: Go ahead and try again
Nate: Strength +4, Celerity +2, Vigor +2, Athletics +1 (1 success you get 1 RollAgain) [9d10 = 43]
Nate: Reroll +1 (0 successes ) [1d10 = 2]
doomfunk: Well, one's enough
Madison double-stops. Both from the knife and the arrival of the armed men.
Nate disappears underground.
Evan pulls his sister to one side carefully as the hunters direct their guns toward the crowd. He angles her so she's standing just behind him, how protective.
Storyteller: A certain, fluffy Egyptian woman calls out, "Are you the rescue team?"
The hunters' leader: "Rescue team?"
Nasty Nate (Nate): I'm imagining that mother that MJ drew as this woman
MJ (Evan): haha
Carlotta emerges from within the shadow of one of the members of the crowd, opening fire from that position on the hunters - who retaliate, returning fire at the mortals. A panic ensues.
Quimpy (Madison): you probably described it already but how well equipped are these fellows?
doomfunk: I ... actually that's my bad, I described them to leet and not you guys
Nasty Nate (Nate): I know why I rolled so bad
Nasty Nate (Nate): I didn't have break on through to the other side playing
doomfunk: These guys are clearly Serious Business. They're wearing body armour and tac harnesses, flight helmets and gas masks, and packing mp5s and silvery machetes as well as other weaponry
Quimpy (Madison): hahah
Nasty Nate (Nate): how many of them again?
doomfunk: 6
Storyteller: G'head and gimme initiative
Evan: 0 successes [1d10 = 2]
MJ (Evan): 10 total
Campaign saved.
Madison: 0 successes [1d10 = 7]
Nate: 3 successes you get 1 RollAgain [12d10 = 57]
Nasty Nate (Nate): shit
Nate: 1 success you get 1 RollAgain [1d10 = 10]
Nasty Nate (Nate): 21 total
Quimpy (Madison): 22 pour mois
doomfunk: That's incorrect
Storyteller: Apparently me adjusting your initiative in ym tracker changes your init mod on your charsheet
Storyteller: doublechecking
MJ (Evan): it looks like it didn't decrease after last time
Nasty Nate (Nate): I thought 11 seemed kind of high
Quimpy (Madison): ah, my original is 5
MJ (Evan): as is mine
MJ (Evan): so mine should be 7 for this
Quimpy (Madison): 12 for me then
Nasty Nate (Nate): mine's 6.. so 16
Storyteller: 1 success you get 1 RollAgain [2d10 = 17]
Storyteller: Reroll (2 successes ) [2d10 = 17]
Nate
doomfunk: DO IT TO IT
Campaign saved.
Nate finds the closest one he can with a gun and bursts from the ground to attempt to grab the hunter and take him back down to the earth.
Nasty Nate (Nate): Str+Brawl?
doomfunk: str+brawl
Nate: Strength +4, Vigor +2, Brawl +3 (3 successes you get 2 RollAgains) [9d10 = 62]
Nate: Reroll +2 (1 success ) [2d10 = 13]
Storyteller: 2 successes you get 1 RollAgain [5d10 = 32]
Storyteller: Reroll +1 (0 successes ) [1d10 = 5]
You burst from the ground beneath one of the hunters, rising behind him. He's unaware due to his headgear and the rampant gunfire, but with a mighty bearhug, you secure him tightly; he drops his weapons from the force of the grab, and is easily tugged back into your tunnel, with barely any room for him to move. He's unharmed, but immobile.
Madison
Campaign saved.
Madison , from her sheltered position behind Evan searches for the hunter that seems to be the most in panic mode and reaches out to entrance his mind.
Madison: Manipulation +3, Empathy +2, Majesty +3 (1 success you get 1 RollAgain) [8d10 = 23]
Madison: Reroll +1 (0 successes ) [1d10 = 4]
Storyteller: 1 success [3d10 = 17]
One of the hunters - in the back, with the largest backpack (no telling what's in there) - stops firing for a moment. He glances it his allies, then touches the side of his head, speaking quietly.
Nasty Nate (Nate): two down o/
Mahdi
Campaign saved.
Mahdi does something cool.
Quimpy (Madison): \o hunters ain't shit
Storyteller: Intimidation +3, Intelligence +3, Dominate +2 (1 success ) [8d10 = 33]
Storyteller: 0 successes [3d10 = 16]
Mahdi steps forward, alongside the crowd. "Why are you shooting unarmed civilians? You know where the danger to you is."
Quimpy (Madison): I thought he was gonna backflip on a dirtbike
MJ (Evan): either way, massive balls
The hunter speaking on his headset stops, robotically adjusting the selector on his MP5, and emptying it into the apparent leader of his troupe.
Nasty Nate (Nate): lol'd
Storyteller: 3 successes [15d10 = 67]
Storyteller: 2 successes [10d10 = 50]
Storyteller: 0 successes [5d10 = 17]
Nasty Nate (Nate): man these guys didn't come prepared
Quimpy (Madison): they heard there was vampires downtown and loaded into their stationwagon
...Who turns and wrenches the gun from his subordinate's grasp, clubbing him with the stock. Backpack Guy apparently comes to his senses, takes the gun back and reloads it.
Campaign saved.
MJ (Evan): so 1 is underground with nate being badtouched, the other 5 are still up and good?
doomfunk: Yeah, though the leader's going to have some wicked bruising from that.
Teague mumbles to himself about some 'insufferable nonsense' and shifts his position, apparently circling the hunters somewhat.
Nasty Nate (Nate): oh shit.. forgot I had 3 dots in Vigor now
The hunters adjust their tactics, forming up into a sort of crouched-squatting-standing defensive cluster. One of their number tosses two cylindrical grenades into the open, while another stows his MP5 and draws a reflex crossbow.
The mortals - leastwise, those mortals not too injured to do so - flee back into the tunnel.
As they scatter, those cylindrical grenades go off with a blinding flash of light - sending Carlotta flying violently upward from the shadow she was lurking in. She hits the ground, hard.
Evan
Campaign saved.
doomfunk: Oh, give me a dex+composure to avert your gaze.
doomfunk: ...everyone
Evan: Dexterity +3, Composure +2 (1 success ) [5d10 = 20]
Nate: Dexterity +3, Composure +3 (2 successes you get 1 RollAgain) [6d10 = 32]
Nate: Reroll +1 (0 successes ) [1d10 = 2]
Madison: Dexterity +4, Composure +2 (0 successes ) [6d10 = 32]
Nasty Nate (Nate): Nate's underground anyway
Quimpy (Madison): shit son
Storyteller: Dice +5, Dice +3 (4 successes you get 2 RollAgains) [8d10 = 50]
Storyteller: Reroll +2 (0 successes ) [2d10 = 11]
Storyteller: Dice +5, Dice +3 (4 successes you get 2 RollAgains) [50]
doomfunk: ...oh THAT'S how I share my rolls
doomfunk: whoops
doomfunk: well now you know how hard Teague wasn't looking :/
Evan picks up Madison, and runs full out (celerity as well) toward cover. He looks back toward Carlotta, clearly frustrated. "Stay out of sight, kiddo."
Evan was speaking to his sister there, even though derp derp derp
Nasty Nate (Nate): does Devon get a turn?
doomfunk: Yup
Devon
doomfunk: Right now, in fact
Campaign saved.
Devon slides his overcoat off of his shoulders, as long, swordlike spines and an alien carapace of bone erupt from and assemble around his body with a fine spray of blood. He charges toward the hunters, throwing himself toward one of their number after he approaches within five feet.
(Yes this ruins his shirt and pants.)
Storyteller: Strength +3, Brawl +3, Bloodworking +3 (3 successes you get 1 RollAgain) [9d10 = 53]
Storyteller: Reroll +1 (1 success ) [1d10 = 9]
Nasty Nate (Nate): hahaha, I just realized
Storyteller: Strength +3, +4 (4 successes you get 3 RollAgains) [7d10 = 53]
Storyteller: Reroll +3 (1 success you get 1 RollAgain) [3d10 = 16]
Storyteller: Reroll +1 (0 successes ) [1d10 = 3]
doomfunk: ...wow, Devon
Storyteller: 2 successes you get 1 RollAgain [5d10 = 34]
Storyteller: Reroll +1 (0 successes ) [1d10 = 5]
Devon completely gores the poor guy, sinking his spikes into him under his clavicles and lifting him painfully, siphoning blood from his victim as he's held aloft.
Campaign saved.
Quimpy (Madison): dayum
Carlotta picks herself up, spraying fire at the hunters while she sprints toward cover.
doomfunk: Check it you guys can see NPCs on your trackers now
MJ (Evan): Awesome
Nasty Nate (Nate): cool
Nate: it's not glitchy anymore either
Nasty Nate (Nate): *
Storyteller: Dice +4, Dice +4 (1 success ) [8d10 = 36]
doomfunk: It is.. for me. Really damn glitchy actually.
Nasty Nate (Nate): oh nevermind..
Nasty Nate (Nate): there it goes
doomfunk: It glitches out if I show it to you guys. :(
'Leetsepeak' connected
Campaign saved.
doomfunk: Alrighty Leet, Devon charged, armored up, and impaled. I was planning to have him fingertongue this first guy until death.
doomfunk: But you're directly adjacent to four hunters with guns so
Nate
Nasty Nate (Nate): does it look like hunter guy undergound is going to be able to move anytime soon?
Carlotta's run-and-gun technique was utterly ineffectual.
He might be able to work his arms free this turn and pull himself out the next, maybe. He's pretty in there.
Nate leaves the poor sap trapped in the ground and attempts to tunnel his way towards backpack guy, rinsing and repeating what he just pulled.
doomfunk: Do it to it
Nasty Nate (Nate): want me to roll burrow again
Nasty Nate (Nate): or just strbrawl
doomfunk: Uh, yeah. You have to dig more
Campaign saved.
Nate: Celerity +2, Vigor +3, Strength +4, Athletics +1 (2 successes ) [10d10 = 50]
Nasty Nate (Nate): are their necks armored/covered?
Nasty Nate (Nate): I'm assuming so
doomfunk: Yeah, but there's a gap between the collar and their helmets
doomfunk: Think like.. Frank's raised collar in Punisher: War Zone
Nasty Nate (Nate): K
doomfunk: With an AF flight helmet and closed air circulator worn with
Nate , this time, will try to bite into his victim's neck if he is successful in brining him down into the dirt.
doomfunk: You can get to their neck, easily, the collar's more of a hindrance and mild protection against small arms fire
Nate: Vigor +3, Brawl +3, Strength +4 (6 successes ) [10d10 = 70]
Nasty Nate (Nate): eat shit, backpack guy
doomfunk: Shit boy
Evan says almost lightheartedly to Madison while this is going on, "You know it hurts my feelings when you point your gun at me."
Again, Nate erupts from the ground and grabs another victim. Dragging him down with him, Nate practically unhinges his jaw and sinks his teeth in. An outside observer can only really see a shiny bald head thrashing at a Spaceballs asshole helmet.
Madison: You were tripping balls. I wasn't going to shoot you.
Nasty Nate (Nate): Nate's going to drain him dry, dunno how long that'll take
Madison
doomfunk: After the first chunk of damage he'll die in 3 rounds
Campaign saved.
Evan: Very reassuring, sweetheart.
doomfunk: OK, Helena it's your turn but I need to watch a few secs of Space Asshole real fast
Nasty Nate (Nate): hahaha
Madison ducks out from behind cover for a moment to squeeze off a few shots at the nearest hunter.
doomfunk: Alright, dex+firearms?
Madison: Dexterity +4, Firearms +3 (1 success ) [7d10 = 35]
Quimpy (Madison): sorry, had a cat all up in my biz
doomfunk: What a space asshole
MJ (Evan): ^
Campaign saved.
Madison's shot glances off of the helmet of the largest of the three remaining hunters, the man who threw the grenades earlier. Though it made a satisfying 'plink', it doesn't seem to have done much more than daze him.
Mahdi
Storyteller: Dice +3, Dice +3, Dice +3 (2 successes ) [9d10 = 42]
Mahdi grabs one of the fleeing Egyptians, a lean fellow in khakis, sandals, and a black turtleneck. He hands him the gun from the office, gives him a quick, brief order, and gestures to the hunters.
Mahdi and the Egyptian both run towards the hunters. The Egyptian is firing his pistol ineffectually at the hunters as they run.
Evan
MJ (Evan): (woo, celerity bonus)
Campaign saved.
Evan navigates around the backs of the buildings to pull himself up onto the roof of the building where the swat rejects are standing in the doorway of, his devotion keeping him from making much sound at all as he positions himself to stealthily strike at the team from above.
Evan then stabs the leader seeming dude in the shoulder at the base of the neck. Evan's on his stomach, leaning over the edge to stab the guy with his concealed punching dagger.
Campaign saved.
Evan: Dexterity +3, Br:Surprise +4, Nudge Nudge +2 (3 successes you get 2 RollAgains) [9d10 = 59]
Evan: Reroll +2 (2 successes ) [2d10 = 16]
Already bruised up from having an entire magazine of 9x19mm emptied into his back, the dagger to the throat proves enough to drop their most competent member. Good job!
Storyteller: The largest hunter turns and grabs after Evan's arm as his leader is stabbed, though.
Storyteller: Dice +3, Dice +4 (1 success ) [7d10 = 38]
Evan: Strength +3, Brawl +3 (1 success you get 1 RollAgain) [6d10 = 30]
Evan: Reroll +1 (1 success ) [1d10 = 8]
Storyteller: Despite the sharp tug, nothing much comes of the mortal's attempt to be a manly strong manly man. He stumbles backward a step, pointing his crossbow at Evan.
Evan looks briefly stricken, because crossbows pretty much suck as a vampire.
Campaign saved.
The last hunter sprays his machine gun at Mahdi, then follows by swinging his machete at the Ventrue's neck.
Storyteller: 1 success [4d10 = 18]
Storyteller: Dice +4, Dice +2 (1 success ) [6d10 = 22]
Storyteller: Dice +5, Dice +2 (2 successes you get 1 RollAgain) [7d10 = 39]
Storyteller: Reroll +1 (0 successes ) [1d10 = 6]
Storyteller: Dice +4, Dice +2 (2 successes ) [6d10 = 29]
Mahdi receives a chest full of flattened, harmless bullets, and catches the blade of the machete with his radius, stoically glaring at the hunter who futilely attacked him.
Teague dives into the crawlspace under one of the buildings, and remains there.
Devon
Nasty Nate (Nate): hahahah Teague
Glancing at the two remaining hunters, Devon shakes his head and continues siphoning blood from the impaled hunter.
Storyteller: 2 successes you get 1 RollAgain [10d10 = 52]
Storyteller: Reroll +1 (1 success ) [1d10 = 8]
Sliding to a halt in the gravel, Carlotta turns and empties the magazine of the gun she swiped from the office at the big hunter, cracking the visor on his hemet, destroying his crossbow, and injuring his hands. Then she throws the fucking gun at him, bonking him on the helmet and adding insult to injury.
Campaign saved.
Nate
Nate continues draining his victim dry.
Nate's victim continues being full of tasty blood.
Madison
Madison calls Teague's cellphone.
Teague's phone rings for half a second before he answers with a whispered "What?!"
Madison: Pussy.
Madison hangs up.
Mahdi
Mahdi kicks his assailant in the chest.
Storyteller: Strength +3, Brawl +3, Die +1 (2 successes ) [7d10 = 38]
Storyteller: 1 success [2d10 = 13]
Campaign saved.
The hunter stumbles backwards from the force of the blow, losing his grip on the machete embedded in Mahdi's forearm. Mahdi grabs the cleaver, extracting it and dropping it to the ground.
Evan
Evan: Strength +3, Brawl +3 (2 successes you get 1 RollAgain) [6d10 = 39]
Evan: Reroll +1 (0 successes ) [1d10 = 2]
Storyteller: 2 successes you get 1 RollAgain [3d10 = 24]
Storyteller: Reroll +1 (0 successes ) [1d10 = 4]
Evan tries to pull the hunter who pulled at him up on the roof with him.
Injured and bullet-ridden, that hunter - weakened as he is - comes right up.
Evan will extend that grapple into an attack. Not a bite, he has standards.
Campaign saved.
Evan: Dexterity +3, Brawl +3, Nudge Nudge +2 (1 success ) [8d10 = 37]
From beeftard's meaty struggles, Evan isn't able to quite get the jugular. He does nick him, though.
The sole remaining hunter, recovering from the bootprint Mahdi gave his sternum, has evidently decided whatever the fuck he's doing here is a lost cause. He tugs two fragmentary grenades from his pockets, pulls their pins, and...
Storyteller: 1 success [4d10 = 23]
Storyteller: 1 success [3d10 = 11]
Storyteller: 0 successes [1d10 = 5]
...Mahdi manages to quickly instruct him to "Lay on those". The hunter jumps into the building, and gibs, but prevents any shrapnel from hitting the pack. Grisly.
Campaign saved.
Madison looks around at the mayhem they hath wrought. 
Evan is still struggling on the roof with his guy, but don't mind him
Devon
Devon finishes his impromptu spikemeal.
Nate is meanwhile still drinking all the bloods from the hunter underground. All of them.
Carlotta drags Teague, kicking and screaming, out from under the building.
Madison
Madison runs up to assist Evan in his struggle. She waits for a clear shot at the hunter, not wanting to get Evan pissed again for reckless use of a gun.
Campaign saved.
Evan basically has him pinned, so it won't be too hard to avoid hitting him.
Madison walks up and fires a few rounds at his helmeted(?) head.
The visor on his helmet was already cracked, so with the added force it shatters and the last bullet pulps his head inside its casing.
Evan releases the guy's body, and sits up, dusting himself off.
Mahdi kicks the head in of Nate's fist capture just as he manages to pull himself somewhat out of the ground.
doomfunk: FIST CAPTURE
Campaign saved.
Retracting his spines and armour, Devon puts his coat back on.
Nate emerges from the earth once his second victim is a lifeless, bloodless corpse. He'll wipe his mouth and grin at the rest of them. "That was fun, eh?"
Evan hops down from the roof and holds his hands up to help Madison down after him, "We need to search these men."
Carlotta nods. "They may have some... orders, or something. Some reason why they're here."
Evan: They were awfully well armed and organized.
Evan: I have to wonder if there are more of their ilk, as well.
Madison whips out her phone. 
Madison: I'll call the prince. Tell him what happened.
Nate tosses his former snack onto the ground in front of them. "He's all yours."
Teague whips out his notebook, and crawls back under that building.
Mahdi holds up his hand to Madison. "No, let me. Apparently I know him."
Nate taps his chin. "Think someone tipped them off?"
Evan: The sheriff mentioned there were hunters.
Madison shrugs and lets Mahdi do it. "Maybe they were on the same hunt we were?"
Evan: He didn't mention they were this organized. Let's hope they're not the prince's thralls.
Evan searches the bodies for anything of note.
Carlotta shakes her head. "If they were the prince's thralls, they'd be ghouls. No prince I know would waste the resources on a squad like this and leave them... disposable."
Campaign saved.
Nate shrugs and helps him.
Teague's voice, from under the building. "There's more of that white writing down here. Copying it down so I can have a good look at it. I think whoever wrote it is bleeding, too."
Madison wanders around the bodies, looking for the pudgy old woman amongst the fallen.
She seems to have escaped.
Nate: Investigation +4, Intelligence +2 (0 successes ) [6d10 = 24]
doomfunk: Guys I'm gonna go ahead and call it here for the night
Quimpy (Madison): kay
Nasty Nate (Nate): cool
doomfunk: Nate failed an investigate and that did it
doomfunk: game over
Nasty Nate (Nate): thaaaat's nate
Evan: Intelligence +4, Investigation +2 (4 successes you get 2 RollAgains) [6d10 = 42]
Evan: Reroll +2 (1 success ) [2d10 = 14]
MJ (Evan): just before I forget
Even found one (1) Blood Trail!
Nasty Nate (Nate): 5 successes on the same number of dice
*toot toot-tooooot!!*
doomfunk: Yeah, doesn't matter who, just that the trail got found
doomfunk: 7 xp again for tonight btw
Nasty Nate (Nate): before we adjourn, how much blood did i get from backpack guy
doomfunk: 4 vitae total. he's still got more, if you want to drain him til you're full
doomfunk: truthfully you guys could all drink your fills from these retards
Nasty Nate (Nate): 4's fine since i imagine we'll be moving on
Campaign saved.
MJ (Evan): not feeding off these shlubs
MJ (Evan): evan has a 'type'
doomfunk: Alright. I'm gonna leave the room up for Leet to read over when he's more alert if he wants and for anyone who wants to to spend their xp.
Nate: Intimidation +2, Presence +2, Nightmare +2 (2 successes ) [6d10 = 27]
Campaign saved.
'Quimpy' disconnected
'Nasty Nate' disconnected
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