[Game Thread] I Will Turn This Car Around

[FoggyKnight]

Tango hesitated a moment as she saw the drop. Getting as close to the edge as she could without falling off, she gamely dropped the distance down to the loading dock that was nearly as tall as she was, landing with a muffled thump into the alley.

Tango whuffed softly in response to Liz as she went towards the guitar store. "Maybe you should scout the other way, Cleo?" She suggested to those that were left, particularly Cleo, given that she was the other volunteer scout. "Spizzle Spazzle's route looks like it leads to the cars." She whined, looking around. Her tail was down and not particularly cheerful at all.

[Andramal]

Ipkis jumped down more gracefully from the handicap drop, pausing to watch as the scouting commenced. Given the 'Police' were looking for humans...would it really cause trouble if something as simple as a cat or dog stepped out to have a look around, openlyish?

Ipkis awaited the divine logic of Personal Experience (GM check) on that ponderance while letting the others peep.

[Atalanta]

Cleo saw no reason not to give the area to the east a quick once over. True, west was eventually the direction they needed to go, but as it was, they didn't necessarily have the equipment necessary to make the trip towards the Kumbaya safehaven. The knives were good. But a few cans of sardines would be better. Or maybe cicadas were in cycle?

[Ziether]

Tasha Dunderson Well, here we go. You only live once. Nothing risked, nothing gained. Shut up, Tasha, get on with this. You've done this so many times before...nothing different. Well, maybe the roaming patrols of animals seeking to cage every last human being left on Earth. Gotta survive. Gotta get out. LET'S DO THIS! Tasha silently stalked down the alleyway to the east, sliding her back up against the dumpster Dice Perception: 1d20+6 (16)+6 Total = 22 peering around to get a better view without exposing too much of herself. Thank goodness Mama was the horrible person she was. I don't need nobody else to help me. Just a sharp knife, a keen eye, and a well-honed mind. Nothin' else. Tasha palmed the handle of the knife, ready to use it if anything moved too close, muscles steel-hard with the Readied Action to stab anything other than party members that come too closeanticipated bursts of movement coming in her near future.

[Fragmaster01]

Liz: You peer out around the West end. You spy a convoy of vehicles, emblazoned with the FistPaw symbol of the Enclave, driving down the road to the SouthWest. They're looking for people. Still, they should be past the store in a few minutes.

Tasha: The east side looks reasonably clear, though the road Liz is looking at has cars on this end too. You'll have to wait to go out this way, unless you pick one of the North door locks. Across the street is a little bakery(broken glass and nothing in it), and next to it a dentist's office.

[Pumpkinhead11]

She watched the vehicles following their route unhindered. Liz looked back to see if she could see who was scouting the other end. It looked like Tasha beat Cleo to the point. She waited a moment to see if they looked back.

 

One of the two finally turned around. Liz waved her hand a moment, and then shook her head while pointing behind herself. Without waiting for a reply she pointed a thumb at herself and pointed up.

 

Patience turning into irritation Liz decided to grab their attention. She took a breath in and gave a casual 'cat call'. She was actually curious now who's attention it would grab? Tasha? Cleo? Or rather the most appropriate one. The cat? After grabbing the attention of one of them Liz waved her hand a moment, and then shook her head while pointing behind herself. Without waiting for a reply she pointed a thumb at herself and pointed up.

[FoggyKnight]

Turning to look in both directions, Tango gave a soft yip in question. Spizzle Spazzle was doing something strange with her paws. What was she saying? Why was she pointing upwards?

"Is it safe?" Tango called, wagging her tail. Silly squirrel person. Just say something. "Why are you pointing up?" She asked, dropping to her elbows and trying to

Dice Roll:

1d20+1

(8)+1

Total = 9

sneakily move over to her pack person.

[Andramal]

Ipkis did tilt his head at the gestures...even a cat can be mystified, witchy cat or otherwise. So...he proceeded over to get in closer and go "I'm with the dog on this one. Why are you pointing up?" He sounded...amused? Curious too, of course.

[Ziether]

Tasha Dunderson Tasha glanced back down the alley toward the rest of the ragtag group, hoping that they might provide some sort of direction. This end of the alley seemed less than hospitable. Hopefully the others would have better luck. Tasha glanced around once more before retreated toward the others, trusting in the safety of numbers,

[FoggyKnight]

"Tasha! You're back!" The dog yipped a little excitedly. "Spizzle was going to tell us why she's pointing up. Was it safe on your end? Can we get moving at all?" She asked anxiously.

[Atalanta]

As Tasha beat her to the punch, Cleo waited back, perking her

Dice Perception:

1d20+7

(14)+7

Total = 21

prodigious ears for the sound of...well, anything really.

Cleo tilted her head back to look at wherever Spizzle was pointing, not sure what she was looking for.

[Fragmaster01]

Tasha: You hear the sound of... a young child crying. Oh dear. The feels are attacking you already! Regardless, the alleyway seems clear of convoys, at the very least. Small miracles.

Spazzle does not appear to be pointing at anything in particular.

[Andramal]

Seeing that as a sign of 'it's safe enough'....Ipkis headed on out! "We'll go this way. Just wait for me to let you know it's clear. I can get a better view."

Of course, apart from the bucket, the odd collar, and the hat - what alarm would a black cat really give to anyone? He doesn't even make a token effort at silence - his small size more or less covered that for him. He took a seat out where he could openly watch for the traffic flow - so as to know when it was safe for the others to show themselves.

Just a cat and his bucket, in a hat.

OOC IF the Fistpaw folk do happen to stop to ask me ponderous questions (if they're actualy coming this way, which i think was the implication for West)...I shall make a fresh post in response. If they pass by and leave me alone (and nothing else happens I should be concerned about)...   "Well come on - Spit spot, spit spot! I can't doomsay without an audience." Ipkis beckoned the others to come, so they could go and slip by to the Guitar store or next alley or what have you. Westward, ho!

[FoggyKnight]

As soon as the cat reports that the coast is clear, the black lab immediately takes charge of her little "pack" and "followers of pack" through nudges and wagging tails and puppy dog eyes. Follow me! They say. She trots westward to the little road that isn't highway and thus doesn't immediately threaten Animal Paw Doomcars. She does not hear anything like a crying baby and thus her "protect the puppies" instincts don't kick in. Besides, she was spayed anyways, those instincts are muted.

"This way!" She barked softly, charging for the protection of small-roads-no-one-cares-about. If it turned off from the highway, chances were it led to rural areas. That meant houses. Which meant food left behind in refrigerators or safe places to sleep overnight until more coasts were clear. Clearer.

[Fragmaster01]

You dash. Dash! There is no time to waste. All will be lost if the Mean People pick you up and Put You In the Kennel. You've heard it's a bad place. Very rough and tumble, no niceties at all.

Dice Doho!:

1d20

4

This does not occur. Your dash to freedom comes across a very well dressed grey fox, far from his tree. He's got the whole 'Brooding Longcoat' thing going on, though he hasn't found a hat that suits his ears yet. One day, little hat. One day. Regardless, he does have a handgun on him, and he seems to be prowling about in particular, despite his refined air. "And what might you be doing?" He is blocking the intersection of alleyways ahead of you. You would need to go past him to continue on your chosen route. You think?

Dice Perhaps?:

1d20

5

You do think so. Either that, or you're so flabbergasted at being accosted by a furry in broad daylight that you forget to look for other escape routes.

 

	Prowler		Uplift
Class	Rogue	Type	Hybrid Grey Fox
Threat	Equal	Magic	No
Size	Medium	Speed	30

PRC	SLA	BLG	FIR	ICE	LIT	ACD	SON	HOL	DRK
								Abs

Clamber

Racial

To the trees!

He would be great as a dashing special agent, were this that sort of movie. Alas, it is not, and he is stuck prowling about. So undignified.