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Post by yendor on May 20, 2013 18:00:54 GMT -5
"Active hypnosis? Impressive. Usually very difficult to get a subject to work for you like that."
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Post by doc on May 20, 2013 21:57:53 GMT -5
"Move Forward" the man nudges you until you find yourself in a central altar chamber. Upon a raised dias is a throne shaped like some horrific octopoidal monster. Lying on the monster like a babe in his mothers lap is the thin and gangly form of H.P. Lovecraft. "And whom might you be?" He looks at Rex with naked contempt and confusion.
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Post by yendor on May 26, 2013 19:00:52 GMT -5
"Just the man doing his job at the wrong place, at the wrong time, and I believe open for employment since I doubt I'll be able to keep the job I was doing."
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Post by doc on May 27, 2013 6:48:08 GMT -5
Lovecraft sighs and raises an eyebrow. "And what job would that have been?"
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Post by yendor on May 30, 2013 21:08:21 GMT -5
1d100 Hypnosis & Hypnotherapy 119%
"Ask you to surrender, and stop this insanity."
Takes a breath, "But if that fails, well, to plant you in the fisherman's market for tomorrow's sale."
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Post by doc on May 31, 2013 6:51:07 GMT -5
1d20+5
Rex can see that there was something far more powerful controlling Lovecraft as his eyes locked with his. "A Mesmerist? Fool! Do you think your parlor tricks would work on such as us? We Serve The All Consumer!"
The rest of robbed figures change "We Serve The All Consumer!"
Lovecraft shakes his head. "Take him away and perpare him for the ceremony."
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Post by yendor on Jun 3, 2013 14:16:32 GMT -5
"...why does that phrase give me the chills on several different levels?" he mutters.
"I didn't know this is a parlor, looks more like an assembly line for something bigger. Something fitting with the All Consumer. If you insist on having me taken away, can I at least ask what the show will be in advance, so I know what to wear?"
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Post by doc on Jun 3, 2013 21:27:00 GMT -5
Lovecraft grins. "You will be served to the All-Consumer - your thought processes will be broken down and filled with its own infinite mind. It will be the greatest day of your life. And also your last."
The goons drag you some time until you are locked in a small impromptu jail cell.
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Post by yendor on Jun 5, 2013 22:39:31 GMT -5
1d100 Pick Locks 91%
"Last time I enter a situation without *all* my gear," mutters Rex, opening his pocket watch, slips out a few bits of wire. "And note to self, hidden lockpicks, not wire."
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Post by doc on Jun 6, 2013 6:41:30 GMT -5
Rex escapes with ease into the empty corridor.
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Post by yendor on Jun 10, 2013 21:11:44 GMT -5
1d20+14 Perception
"The Colonel would have my head under his cane if he knew I walked into this place like that," he mutters, carefully closing the cell door enough it looks untouched, just in case he needs to use it as cover.
"Now...if I were building some unholy thing, where would I go..."
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Post by doc on Jun 12, 2013 6:49:01 GMT -5
Rex's deductive skills suggest that he look on the top floor
(roll for prowl)
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Post by yendor on Jun 18, 2013 16:42:56 GMT -5
1d100 Prowl 86%
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Post by doc on Jun 21, 2013 15:07:16 GMT -5
Rex sneaks up to the top floor where he sees a very electrically advanced device - something he imagines Tesla would build - but it's configuration reminds of you of nothing so much as an astrolab.
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Post by yendor on Jun 29, 2013 23:35:34 GMT -5
1d20+14 Perception
"Oh hell...that's not good on any level..." Carefully looks about before entering further, looking for chemicals or electrical supplies he can use to sabotage the device.
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