RE: Otherkind Air RTD
02-10-2013, 09:49 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-14-2013, 02:03 AM by SeaWyrm.)
PLANESINKOMETER:
Die roll: +1
Cockpit <{....O...........}=/ Tail (and exit!)
Robert: Your shout startles the guy. He lowers the gun slightly and gives you a funny look. Betty glares at you but does nothing. You're still in deep trouble, but the emotional outburst made you feel a little better!
Harvard: "Look," says the man, glancing back at you after the unexpected outburst, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry that any of you had to get involved in this. I'm sorry we had to endanger innocent passengers. Betty, I'm sorry you were on this flight - you've been one of the best flight attendants I've had the pleasure to work with. Whoever these poor wretches are- DROP THE PURSE!"
The man waves the gun at Betty, who was in the process of retrieving something from her purse. She scowls and drops it on the ground. You and your fellow passenger can both see the hilt of a revolver poking out of it.
"That's better. Keep your hands where I can see them, please.
As I was saying, this is too important." He points the gun at the woman on the cart. "This woman is too important. She has to come with us. If that means the death of everyone else on this plane, then that's a price worth paying."
"Captain Orson," says Betty, in a dry, level tone, "think about what you're saying. Whoever this woman is, she's worth killing an airplane full of innocent people over? Why?"
"I know she doesn't look like much," says Captain Orson, "but she's the Queen."
Queen? What? Queen of where? Betty looks just as perplexed as you feel. You squeeze the woman's hand for reassurance, incidentally getting banana goop on it.
"That's enough talk," says Captain Orson. "Give the woman to me, and I'll let you join the passengers on the raft. Otherwise, I'll just have to kill you here and now. Honestly, that might just be the quicker, easier death. There's no land anywhere near here, and we've arranged things so that nobody will come looking for the plane."
Robert: As the guy's speech comes to an end, you feel a vibration in your pocket. It's your cell phone. Probably Edwards getting back to you about that little accounting snafu he noticed. If you can't convince him to keep quiet about that, it could be your job on the line. Except if you try to answer it, this guy's probably going to shoot you in the face with a shotgun.
Max: You slap some bandaids on your wounds, stretch your arms and legs to limber up, and spray your aerosol deodorant into the shark's face, causing it to veer to the side - right into the path of your descending fist.
WHAM!
You're not a part of this shark's system! You're an ADULT!
The force of the blow sends it spinning end over end through the water. When it stops, it comes floating back up to the surface, where it bobs like a cork in the water next to you, upside down. You probably haven't killed it, but it's out like a light. Whatever you want to do with this shark, it's yours.
The water level rises a bit while this is happening, and you are now floating within reach of the next tier of seats. You'll probably be able to climb out of the water and proceed on foot up the steep incline without too much difficulty.
I mean, I'm not saying you guys haven't been doing this stuff. Gnauga, your last go had both clear action and clear intent. It's just something to consider.
Die roll: +1
Cockpit <{....O...........}=/ Tail (and exit!)
Robert: Your shout startles the guy. He lowers the gun slightly and gives you a funny look. Betty glares at you but does nothing. You're still in deep trouble, but the emotional outburst made you feel a little better!
Harvard: "Look," says the man, glancing back at you after the unexpected outburst, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry that any of you had to get involved in this. I'm sorry we had to endanger innocent passengers. Betty, I'm sorry you were on this flight - you've been one of the best flight attendants I've had the pleasure to work with. Whoever these poor wretches are- DROP THE PURSE!"
The man waves the gun at Betty, who was in the process of retrieving something from her purse. She scowls and drops it on the ground. You and your fellow passenger can both see the hilt of a revolver poking out of it.
"That's better. Keep your hands where I can see them, please.
As I was saying, this is too important." He points the gun at the woman on the cart. "This woman is too important. She has to come with us. If that means the death of everyone else on this plane, then that's a price worth paying."
"Captain Orson," says Betty, in a dry, level tone, "think about what you're saying. Whoever this woman is, she's worth killing an airplane full of innocent people over? Why?"
"I know she doesn't look like much," says Captain Orson, "but she's the Queen."
Queen? What? Queen of where? Betty looks just as perplexed as you feel. You squeeze the woman's hand for reassurance, incidentally getting banana goop on it.
"That's enough talk," says Captain Orson. "Give the woman to me, and I'll let you join the passengers on the raft. Otherwise, I'll just have to kill you here and now. Honestly, that might just be the quicker, easier death. There's no land anywhere near here, and we've arranged things so that nobody will come looking for the plane."
Robert: As the guy's speech comes to an end, you feel a vibration in your pocket. It's your cell phone. Probably Edwards getting back to you about that little accounting snafu he noticed. If you can't convince him to keep quiet about that, it could be your job on the line. Except if you try to answer it, this guy's probably going to shoot you in the face with a shotgun.
Max: You slap some bandaids on your wounds, stretch your arms and legs to limber up, and spray your aerosol deodorant into the shark's face, causing it to veer to the side - right into the path of your descending fist.
WHAM!
You're not a part of this shark's system! You're an ADULT!
The force of the blow sends it spinning end over end through the water. When it stops, it comes floating back up to the surface, where it bobs like a cork in the water next to you, upside down. You probably haven't killed it, but it's out like a light. Whatever you want to do with this shark, it's yours.
The water level rises a bit while this is happening, and you are now floating within reach of the next tier of seats. You'll probably be able to climb out of the water and proceed on foot up the steep incline without too much difficulty.
(02-09-2013, 07:53 AM)Gnauga Wrote: »I'm good with interpretations and whimsical stake-making. It is oodles more entertaining that trying to play this like something to "win".It's not so much about "winning", more about you having a voice in where things go. And clear, direct action + intent makes it easier for me to come up with something interesting.
I mean, I'm not saying you guys haven't been doing this stuff. Gnauga, your last go had both clear action and clear intent. It's just something to consider.