If you rolled a 1, a swarm of paparazzi catch up with you. Bright strobing lights of their cameras go off in your face, blinding you. Someone tackles you, screaming questions about who does your hair. You press to the ground, clutch your head, and sob. Take 5 dmg.
Austri dealt 1 damage to the Paparazzi.
Austri felt almost overwhelmed by them all, at this point. No matter how many times Staglebro headbutted them, the greenblood was left with the company of flashing lights, intense screaming, and terrible close ups. Austri, however, didn't appreciate how hard Stagle was trying for her. He seemed intensely busy, shoving himself into the pile of reporters and slamming them all, trying to make them all go away, but they were relentless, and Austri lived to please. However, when Staglebro wasn't able to keep them off her enough, Austri felt her eyes widen, and suddenly, the tealblood was NOT in control of the situation. She was suddenly hounded by questions from the trolls who who were taking pictures of her. Austri now understood why he was panicking...!
Eridia is too busy posing for a picture fighting the Paparazzi!!!
Battle Stats
HP: 10/20 Military Grade Emei Daggers +1 Novice Support artifact, style B: 1/1
1d4. On a 1, 2 or 3, heal another troll by a quarter of their max hp, on a 4 heal them by their max hp 1x per battle
you watch the chains straining to hold back the flood of paparazzi from barrelling through the main gate start to give. Scrambling alongside a flock of your peers, you ram against the metal gate, struggling to keep it shut long enough for someone to lock it again. Take 4 dmg as a paparazzo claws at your arms and back, collecting scraps of your clothing.
It seemed like there were more paparazzis than Eridia had thought. She pushed the flood back, trying to contain them in one area yet she failed. Eridia rammed against the metal gate doors, keeping it close with her back. However..
Riiiiip....
The sound or fabric tearing made her eyes widen. Crap, crap, crap, crap. She thought perhaps ten to twenty curses in that moment. She could feel them clawing through her clothes, her skin and her hair. She lost yet another pair or ribbons.
Name:Psykgi Mentha (8-19 1/2 Daily Actions) Activity: Troll Relations Resources gained: 3) Taking frequent interview tours around the facility helps you better plan ways to keep up morale and learn the needs of the workforce.. +2 morale +2 research
A few paparazzi started bothering a harried looking scientist - why, she looked like she was about to crack and start... well... cracking heads. Which just wouldn't do. Violence would distract the scientist from their work, and distracted scientists would cost them victory. They needed victory.
Fortunately, she knew the scientist and got in front of them and the rabid picture trolls, chattering at them about important things like what the scientist possibly wore under their white coat, and rumors of an illicit romance between a lowblood drone and a highblood behind a cooling vat, and the truth behind the small wardrobe malfunction that had happened the other day (Chittentown louts, she said. She wasn't entirely lying.)
The scientist managed to scurry off to quieter places, and Psykgi managed to lead the camera trolls away from more sensitive areas - giving them a few whacks to herd them. She hoped the scientist was grateful for the assistance - gratitude might be useful later, after all!
Name:Psykgi Mentha (8-19 2/2 Daily Actions) Activity: Troll Relations Resources gained: 3) Taking frequent interview tours around the facility helps you better plan ways to keep up morale and learn the needs of the workforce.. +2 morale +2 research
Paparazzi swarmed around her, and Psykgi took the oppurtunity to grab one of their cameras. She hit them in the face with something heavy, and sent them sprawling away. She didn't particularly care what happened to them after that - she was busy looking through the pictures. At first, it was just out of curiousity and a desire to se just what they were capturing. But, when she saw them, she was glad she'd taken a look: some were actually very flattering. Even salable. Even... dare she say it... motivating.
She hunted down a few more cameras and dispatched their weilders and sorted through the photos, and then she slipped inside and printed out the better ones, leaving the cameras for Civisect to... re use? Recycle for parts? give to reporters? Improve? She didn't know or care.
She handed the motivating, attractive printouts to a drone. "Take these to one of the facilities and put them up in nice, visible places!" she said, smiling at him, "Make sure they are even, and covering up aaaaaany negative things that the Chittentowners may have painted." They nodded. "Thanks!" She said. Some good would come of these paparazzi after all...
Chiara is attacking the Malfunctioning Packing Bot! If you rolled a 3, you listen to the engineer and desperately jam slime-coated batteries and whatever else you can fit into your pockets and hands. Hauling your small pile of retrieved goods off somewhere safe, you realise your soaked clothes are now starting to sting a bit. Not good. Take 3 dmg. Dealt 4 damage (+1 for military weapon) HP: 17/20
Chiara was trying to mind her own business when some beast of a bot decided to attack her. Then the scientists screamed. Chiara sighed and rolled her eyes as she was told not to damage the machine. The blueblood did try and get closer, she wanted to find the perfect model of a robot for her "Lusus Improvement Project." Maybe she could snatch some blueprints from the robotics area.
"Yeash!" The blueblood yelled as the batteries started to burn through her clothes. "That was my favorite pair of pants, glob dam it!" The blueblood muttered as the battery acid did it's job. She just wanted to get this space race over with and do some research, why did ugly robots have to come all a charging in and whatnot.
Micillia rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3Total: 3 (1-6)
Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2016 7:02 am
FORGOT TO ROLL TWO DICE IN THE POST ABOVE, THIS IS THE SECOND ROLL FOR THE POST ABOVE
Chiara is attacking the Malfunctioning Packing Bot! If you rolled a 1, you misstep and slip in a puddle of steaming mystery liquid. It burns. You're sent sprawling comically across the factory floor, and right into the clutches of the bot's claws. It slaps a label across your face- hard- knocking you out momentarily. Take 5 dmg. Take 5 dmg. Dealt 3 damage (+1 for military weapon) HP: 12/20
Chiara could hear yelling from all over the main research hub. Apparently there were other crazy things happening as well, go figure. The blueblood turned her head all around to see what the other commotion was and stepped in a puddle of something. "WHY DO WE HAVE SO MANY TOXIC CHEMICALS HERE?!" Chiara yelled as once again she felt the burn of acid. Before Chiara could right herself, the attacking robot placed a label on the blueblood. Chiara ripped it off, felling yet more stinging as the sticky label took some of her skin with it. It read "Toxic Material, stay away". Chiara glared at the label, she was not a toxic person. How dare that robot.
Chiara is attacking the Malfunctioning Packing Bot! If you rolled a 4, you scramble wildly to mop the goop off the gunked up conveyor belts. Armed with one in each hand, you use the power of soap and water to fight this battle. Needless to say, it's losing one. Take 3 dmg. Take 3 dmg. Dealt 3 damage (+1 for military weapon) HP: 9/20
The raving robot ran into a wall and appeared to have sprung a leak. Goopy green liquid pored from some dent in it's machinery, and proceeded to do it's best to ruin some material the Civisect team had been so careful to make and keep safe. Trolls everywhere were slipping in the goop, and generally making fools of themselves. Chiara smirked as a researcher landed on his face, then frowned as the important machinery he was carrying started to smoke in the acidic puddle. Chiara glared at the robot, then at the scientists. She wanted to beat them up, why did they make something so unstable?! And it didn't even have a fail-safe for an emergency just like this one.
Eridia is too busy posing for a picture fighting the Paparazzi!!!
Battle Stats
HP: 7/20 Military Grade Emei Daggers +1 Novice Support artifact, style B: 1/1
1d4. On a 1, 2 or 3, heal another troll by a quarter of their max hp, on a 4 heal them by their max hp 1x per battle
With her back and arms exposed and mercilessly scratched, Eridia trekked forward. This was good, right? Better than dwelling on sad thoughts. It seemed as the sea of curious trolls was endless and it also seemed like blood was starting to spill. She just wanted to take a breather, not that she complained she was in the spotlight. She made a note, she had to learn how to cope with this in a nearby future. With a hearty sigh she managed to lead yet another large group or paparazzis out the back gate as she promised them a juicy insight on her quadrant life.
Chiara is attacking the Paparazzi Horde! If you rolled a 6, you turn the tables and instead ask the paparazzi who THEY'RE wearing. They blush and begin to ramble about themselves, escalating in a teary confession about their problematic relationship with their lusus growing up. You shed an emotional tear and take 3 dmg, but also double your own. Take 3 dmg. Dealt 6 damage (+1 for military weapon) HP: 6/20
Chiara had had enough of the raving monster robot and quickly ran outside, only to find another catastrophe. Apparently the Reassure Facility was surrounded by paparazzi! Chiara took a second to even understand what was going on. The blueblood spotted other trolls having a hard time, Eridia was posing and giggling, which Chiara guessed wasn't that bad at all, and she saw a sad greenblood fall to her knees.
"Really?!" Chiara yelled, "Attacking children?!" Chiara moved over to the greenblood child and stood in front of her. "I cant believe You! There is a poor defensless child here, and all you guys are doing is verbally assaulting her!" Chiara yelled, as if its something she wouldn't do. "Hey! You okay?" Chiara asked as she offered the greenblood a hand.
6) You deal out some punishment for slackers, and your workflow is enhanced. +4 labor
Chiara scoped the room. Where were all the drones and lowbloods? What were they doing?! Just being silly or trying to get out of work? Chiara stomped around the facility, looking in all the good hiding places. Finally she found 3 trolls, playing cards in what looked like a box fort.
"You guys have the time to make a box fort, but not do your work?!" The blueblood yelled. Chiara retrieved her Katar, and let the blades shine in the moonlight. It looked like they were playing poker for beetles. Chiara glared at the slackers, and flashed a sadistic smile. "How about you give me all the beetles, and i dont stab you with these?"
6) You deal out some punishment for slackers, and your workflow is enhanced. +4 labor
Chiara stomped back to the main area in the science dome and looked around. The three kids she had just stolen from, yelled at, and threatened scurried back to do their work. The blueblood scoped the area, it still felt like there were not as many labors as there were earlier. Chiara snorted and went to check the other end of the building, maybe more were hiding among the papers, boxes, and stationary robots. Chiara searched, and looked.
Finally Chiara found a bunch of drones taking a coffee break or something of the sort. Chiara stomped over to them, making them flinch when she approached. "What are you guy's doing?!" The blueblood yelled, making all the drones scatter.
Playing up your work squad’s strong suits allows you to manage them more effectively. +4 morale +2 labor P!
Chiara, hands on her hips, surveyed the work. She saw drones scuttling away, trolls trying to be productive, and then she spotted something odd. One little troll child was trying to carry a box that was obviously too big and heavy for his small frame. Chiara shook her head and walked over to the boy. "Trying to show off? Trying to be big cool strong troll? Well stop it! Your wasting your valuable time that could be used elsewhere!" Chiara yelled a drone over and then lead the child over to a large bunch of robots. "Drones dont do very well on fixing these things, so use your thinkpan instead of your non-existent strength and fix these up." The troll huffed and tried to look tough as he moved over to a job more suited for his skills.
Polair is too busy freaking outfighting the Paparazzi!!!
Battle Stats
HP: 36/40
What's going... on?
Polair had been surprisingly reading while everyone was battling a not-so-common foe. A large horde of paparazzis had invaded the science dome, hungry for information. The environment itself was uncomfortable and the flashing lights blinded most troll. Flashing lights... "CLAUD!" She looked around for her lusus, just to see him on a wild rampage. The child gulped, she couldn't possibly approach him when he was wild yet somehow she had calm him down. How could she possibly do so with all these flashes going off? Maybe it was wise to use that rage of his? Polair allowed some paparazzis to take pictures of her which attracted the seabear easily. Polair lead him to the gate doors as he chased the intruders. Before he could get outside she closed the gate and tried keeping the meddlers outside, even when they started clawing at her.
Polair is too busy freaking out fighting the Paparazzi!!!
Battle Stats
HP: 31/40
Polair ran as fast as she could, feeling like a prey followed by the food chain's primer predator. The lights were started to get on her, and she forced herself not to go on a rampage, she had to be strong. She... couldn't lose it like her lusus did. Speaking of the seabear, the child looked back just to see he was busy attacking some broken cameras. Looking back to the front, a troll blinded her with flashing lights and someone tackled her and the group began drowning her in hair related questions. She couldn't sob either, she suppressed the need to cull them as well as the need to cry.
