The Exploding Rink #fiasco-ic 6/21/2017

DiscoDude: **---BEGIN SESSION---**
DiscoDude: **Session logging commenced**
Corbshe: Arrite, <@!Walpole>. Establish or Resolve?
Walpole: Establish.
Walpole: Ima have him show off that it's not just his ward that he's a jackass to. Danij may or may not appear - your choice - but other than that it's NPCs all the way.
Danij: Hm, where is this going to happen?
Walpole: I'm thinking he extorts money from local residents. Let's establish these alternative income sources. :3c
Danij: So, another reason why Danij might need money, hmmm
Danij: <@!Corbshe> , wanna play a NPC?
Danij: It would be cool if not only Danij is getting the shaft XD
Walpole: (He avoids pulling his act on people who clearly aren't permanent residents.)
Walpole: So, I take it Danij isn't leaving any time soon?
Danij: Yeah, pretty much
Walpole: Alrighty.
Corbshe: hmm...think I'll let you two have this one :3
Walpole: And old door stood between Walpole and apt. 180. He gave a "shave and a haircut" knock, but it was less of a haircut and more of a scalping with how he pounded the last two notes. He grimaced as he wiped the door gunk off onto his pants.
Danij: "Hold on! I'll be there in a minute!" a muffled voice from inside rang out, right before the muffled noise of rattling and objects falling down... And something breaking "Aw shit, I was going to finish that!" the muffled voice from inside complained.
Walpole: (I got nothing. Continue.)
Walpole: (Wait.)
Danij: (Ok)
Corbshe: (Hmm. White die probably means Walpole gets his way somehow, or at least exacts some penalty out of Danij for not having his money; black die means Danij is able to get one over on Walpole, but Walpole will probably want payback later. XD)
Walpole: Walpole licked his lips as he took out a sealed baggy full of white powder. He stuffed the little thing in the back of his left cheek, ready bite down on it if things went south. That was also why he wore no shirt today; his pants can survive the short-term effects, but that's it.
Corbshe: (oh god, he's gonna Hulk XD)
Danij: Eventually, there is the sound of the door being unlocked "Alright, alright. I got this, I got this..." and then the door moved... Half an inch... It had become stuck "I... Don't got this, uh... Is it important?" He asked, before struggling more with the door.
Walpole: (Actually, compared to how he usually is these days, his transformed state isn't that dramatic. Once upon a time, it certainly was, but the more you take it, the closer you get to having that become your "normal.")
Walpole: "... I don't just want the deadbeat. I want the others out here, too."
Danij: "Uh... What for? What are you selling?" Danij answered, clueless to what was actually happening, before he tried to struggle with the door one more time
Walpole: "You deaf? I want your buddies in there to come out here, too. I know *they* have my-... The tax money." He yanks the door open, breaking the deadbolt without breaking a sweat.
Danij: "Oh, hey! It is unstuck now! Thanks!" Danij said "Ain't that a nice bunch of muscles you have, Mr. Officer Pole? Are they bigger than before, have you been lifting, bruh?"
Walpole: "Thanks. You can say I've been making an *effort*. Where's your roommates?"
Danij: ( <@!Corbshe> , <@!Freya> , anyone want to be NPCs? this will decide if they are present or if they are out )
Freya: (Nah)
Corbshe: (I'm good)
Danij: "Oh, Mr. Pole, would you look at the time! It seems that they are all out, trying to get the money to pay you, why, ain't that the thing?" Danij answered before shrugging "I think there's only me at home, unless there's some verming around, that is. And I mean, besides me."
Corbshe: (so what do you think, <@!Freya>? Black die or white die?)
Walpole: (Yeah, my next post sorta depends on the die.)
Corbshe: (I'm thinking black die. There's no witnesses so it's not like he'd get as much out of rampaging through the place as if the guy and his two terrified roomies were all there.)
Corbshe: (<@!Freya>?)
Corbshe: (the problem is <@!Freya>'s turn is next so)
Corbshe: (if we can't get 'em to respond period that brings this whole game to a screeching halt)
Corbshe: (what do you think, <@!Danij>? Black die or white die? And moreover, does that mean he *does* rampage, or *doesn't*? XD)
Danij: (I mean... that second part...)
Walpole: (I'm thinking I'd rather have a Chekhov's gun for later than exploit a rampage set piece right now.)
Corbshe: (okay. Question, though: does that mean "black die; he doesn't get his way" or "white die; he exercises restraint"?)
Corbshe: ( <@!Danij>?)
Corbshe: ( <@!Freya>?)
Danij: (I think it would pretty much boil down to that)
Corbshe: (but which does it mean? If he doesn't rampage, is that black die or white die for him?)
Walpole: (I'm thinking black, but then, I chose to establish, not resolve.)
Danij: (It doesn't matter if he rampages, what matters is if he gets what he wants or not)
Corbshe: (you've got a point)
Corbshe: (he can kick Danij's ass even without going Hulk)
Freya: (Black then?)
Corbshe: (so I guess the bottom line here is, "is Danij going to suffer from this exchange? if yes, white die; if no, black die")
Danij: (IS Walpole going to get away with money? Yes or no?)
Danij: (If no, then black, if yes, then white)
Danij: (It is **his** scene, not Danij)
Corbshe: (...true. But I was under the impression Danij didn't *have* any money and was stalling. Am I right?)
Danij: (It can go either way)
Walpole: (Then pick black?)
Corbshe: (Okay. Black. Danij doesn't have the money.)
Corbshe: (I think <@!Freya> agrees?)
Freya: (yup)
Walpole: (Welcome back.)
Walpole: "... Alright. Just remember to remind your mates that they could get *deported* if they don't pay this tax." With a grunt, he pulls the large door off its hinges and drops it on the lip of the clearing the apartments were arranged around, and begins to walk away.
Danij: "Thanks for the visit Mr. Pole! Come again another time, will you!" Danij says, loudly, waving a hand
Walpole: He grunted again as he left the place. He knew it was useless trying to beat money out of this bum. Vermin indeed; as soon as he has his hands on money, he throws it away in Biter's den. Little did Walpole know, that Danij's "friends" had already decided to deport *themselves* back to the Three Gnolls Lakes', and now there was no one to pay the "tax" for him now.
Corbshe: (so, scene?)
Corbshe: (and who gets the black die?)
Walpole: (<@!Danij>, obviously.)
Danij: "*Just choke on starch, you dumb prepotent fuck*" Danij mutter under his breath, as soon as officer Walpole is far away enough
Corbshe: (XD)
Corbshe: <@!Freya>, you're up! Establish or resolve!
Corbshe: (**"CHOOSE AND PERISH"**)
Freya: (I am going to...Hmm...)
Freya: (Resolve)
Corbshe: (Resolve, then. Hmm...maybe it's time for Freya and <@!Danij> to meet up again? :3)
Corbshe: (what do you think? <@!Danij>, <@!Walpole>?)
Walpole: (I think she and Danij need to get back together somehow. For one last job, you know? XD)
Danij: (Maybe we can... y'know)
Danij: (meet up by accident)
Danij: (And then make up a plan)
Walpole: (She'll hear about his situation, and how it's connected to hers.)
Corbshe: (let's be honest: the obvious place for them to meet is if he wanders into the restaurant while she's on duty.)
Walpole: (Yup.)
Freya: (Alright)
Corbshe: Okay, so! Danij, in the aftermath of your close encounter, you wander over to a nearby restaurant. You're still flippin' broke but maybe someone will kindly treat you to their leftovers?
Corbshe: And of course, <@!Freya>, you're working at this time 😉
Freya: (yup yup)
Walpole: (She might even figure out the connection between Walpole and Biter, if she's *really* good (or else send Danij to spy on Walpole in the next scene, until that connection becomes apparent).)
Danij: Danij is probably hoping that either someone will give him leftovers, or let him do something for the food.
Corbshe: *Ding-a-ling*. Someone walks in, Freya.
Freya: Freya looks forward, "Hello how may I-" She pauses, looking at the person.
Danij: "Uh... Hi..." Danij says, giving a pause as he approaches the counter "I... Uh... I have a bit of a complicated request" he says, almost meekly
Freya: Freya immediately recongonized the person, "Danij?" She spoke, "It's me, Freya."
Danij: ( <@!Corbshe> , I was writting my action, and it took a weird turn, what is the name of Corbshe's gambling den?)
Corbshe: (...The Rat's Nest. XD)
Walpole: (BRW, I think the whole story would take a weird turn if this was black. I say white, even though I think it's super early to say so. And as I type, I remember that Freya chose to resolve. XD)
Corbshe: (they did indeed.)
Danij: "Huh? Oh, nice to meet you Freya- You know, there is- Your voice sounds familiar, have we met before? Oh! I bet it was at... The Rat's Nest, right?" Danij says, now at the counter "Uh, I think I was going to ask you something..."
Danij: (hey, <@!Freya> got the call on the dice)
Walpole: (Remember that we probably need a plan to be hammered out by the end of the next scene.)
Corbshe: (oh man, Danij doesn't recognize Freya from The Old Days at all XD)
Freya: "I'll pay for it, but yeah, that was on hell of a doozy." She looked around, "We should talk in private, just for a bit." Hovering past the counter she floats around back to the storage room.
Freya: She then motions over to Danij to come with her, "I got a plan."
Freya: ( <@!Danij> ?)
Danij: (Sorry)
Danij: "Uh... Oh! A plan! Right! That sounds nice! What is it about? I love plans! They give my life... Uh... A direction, y'know? Is it a five-year plan?" Danij said, following right behind Freya "Am I supposed to be in the back? I don't wan't to cause any trouble, miss."
Corbshe: (are we sure Danij isn't on something? XD)
Danij: (Danij is on life)
Corbshe: (anyways, <@!Freya>, don't forget it's your call how this goes down)
Danij: (**His life**)
Freya: (White die)
Walpole: (Obviously. The story would hit a major snag if things went south here.)
Freya: "No one will bother us here." She spoke up, "It's a plan to break free from this **Walpole** cop, and settling a score at The Rat's Nest." She then pulls out her compact, "I got some system keys, and I know you get into trouble."
Walpole: (Wait, she already knew?)
Freya: (Oh wait)
Corbshe: (yeahhhhh uh)
Freya: (NVM)
Corbshe: (she shouldn't know they're both under Walpole's metaphorical boot)
Corbshe: (Yet)
Freya: (Fixed it)
Danij: (Also, have Danij realized, yet, that Freya = The Lady?)
Walpole: (Also, what beef does she already have with The Rats' Nest?)
Freya: (He should)
Corbshe: (that's your call; up till now it looks like Danij doesn't recognize her)
Corbshe: (also again, since when does Freya know about the Rats' Nest?)
Corbshe: (i know Danij suggested they'd seen each other there but)
Freya: (She realized the rat's nest is exactly where all the shit went down)
Corbshe: (where all *what* shit went down?)
Freya: (The old gig)
Corbshe: (oh yeah, are we doing that?)
Corbshe: (where it turns out Corbshe's family house has more treasures than even *he* knows about? XD)
Danij: ( <@!Corbshe> , your turf, you can say yes or no)
Corbshe: (well, hell, i can't object; it's a funny twist XD)
Corbshe: (but I thought we agreed that they weren't supposed to know they'd stolen something important until afterward?)
Corbshe: (like, they go in to robe Corbshe's coffers and steal his drugs, but they accidentally get something *way* more valuable in the process?)
Danij: "Uh, okay. Where, when, how- How do I do this? What are we gonna do? Do I get to eat before then?" Danij said, before letting out a pause "Hold on." he said, lifting a finger "You- You are the Lady... **The Lady**!"
Freya: (They didn't steal anything, they want to return to where her life turned to this hell, and make sense of it)
Freya: (They were planning too)
Corbshe: (wait, uh)
Corbshe: (they being?)
Freya: (Freya)
Corbshe: (okay)
Freya: "Yup, I am '**The Lady**'" She rolled her eyes a bit, "So are you in or not?"
Danij: "Heck yeah! It'll be like 'dem good old times!" Danij said, exitedly. he was *almost* jumping up and down, but he restrained himself, because he had no money to pay for things, if he broke something "You'll tell me what to do, and I'll do stuff that is not dumb, and we'll get cash! Easy-peasy, lemon squeazy!"
Corbshe: (I think we can assume this is white die, right, <@!Freya>?)
Danij: "I'll  be able to pay my loans, the bills, and Mr. Pole!"
Freya: (yup)
Freya: "We'll keep in touch, oh and uh...Here's some money to buy you some food, I gotta prep for a bit." She then leads Danij and herself out of the storage room, and hands him some cash before going off.
Freya: (Scene)
Corbshe: So who gets the white die?
Freya: (I'll be giving my White die to Mr. Pole)
Walpole: (Oh no~)
Corbshe: Arrite, then. <@!Danij>! Establish or Resolve?
Danij: Man, I'll Resolve this one, I ain't got an idea what I am going to do
Walpole: Maybe he's getting his shotgun back from Corbshe in a game?
Corbshe: that's a thought. Or maybe it's a surer bet.
Danij: Wow, that would be a **scene**
Corbshe: maybe he pawned it
Corbshe: because we've established Danij can't win when Corbshe runs the house
Corbshe: at any rate I'm thinking
Corbshe: "he's totally getting back his shotgun, but *not* from Corbshe"
Corbshe: what do you think? <@!Freya>, <@!Walpole>?
Corbshe: a pawn shop, or someplace more interesting?
Freya: (Yeah, a pawn shop sounds interesting to me)
Walpole: (Pawn.)
Corbshe: Okay, a pawn shop it is! <@!Danij>, you make your way to the pawn shop where you sold your old shotgun. You still have the ticket after all this time, mixed in with hundreds of gambling IOUs, though you've got no idea whether they'll honor it. It's been years, hasn't it? They might not even have it. (They totally still have it.)
Danij: Danij looks the place up and down, it was almost hard to recognize the place, there seems to be new lights here and there... And some of the old lights looks kinda... Out... But that's the place, no doubt in his mind. He opens the door and walks in, a shiver runs across his spine, knowing what he must do to get the shotgun.
Corbshe: The bell rings. "G'evening," drawls a satyr behind the counter, taking a lazy drag on a cigarette. "Welcome to Jessamine's Ye New Knickknack Shoppe...Too." The name evokes a little cubbyhole full wall-to-wall with kitsch but the actual merch on display ranges from high-end magical devices to deadly-looking weapons and every other direction you can think of. There's bootleg fashions and tacky jewelry and odd things in jars and...well, you thought you saw a doll on a shelf at one point, but it's gone the next time you look.
Danij: "Uh... Hello... I would like to get my shotgun back..." Danij said as he approached the counter "Uh- I mean, er, sorry to be so direct. Uh... Good- Good day, uh, evening?"
Corbshe: She rolls her eyes up at you slowly. "You here to claim an item? Y'need a ticket. And the money."
Danij: "I got the ticket." Danij said, slapping the ticket on top of the counter "But, the money... I got something else..."
Corbshe: She chews the butt of her cigarette. "This thing expired three years ago," she mutters. "You want your shotgun back, you better have something good."
Danij: Danij slams his other hand on top of the counter, there was a soft "cling" as he did so. He looks at the satyr's eyes, and then starts to pull his hand back to reveal what the object is. "Miss, this is the most important thing I still own..."
Corbshe: (oh GOD)
Corbshe: (I don't care if this wasn't in the setup this is...this is perfect)
Danij: (Oh yeah, woops)
Corbshe: The satyr's eyes go wide. Her mouth, too. Her cigarette drops onto the counter. "Where the ***fuck*** did you get that?"
Danij: "It was my mama's... Before she passed away." Danij said, with a grim outlook on his face "She made me promisse that I would never ever, ever, **ever**. Sell it... And that I would use it to marry my wife..."
Danij: "uh... So I did..."
Danij: "But... She's passed away too, and she also made me promisse I would keep the ring..." Danij said, before he pushed the pure-gold, diamond-encrusted ring foward
Corbshe: The satyr scoops up the ring like you've just handed her the holy grail. "Take the shotgun. Take a couple more things if you like. Take the *whole damn store* if you want it," she says, making a break for the door. "I'm *outta here!*" she cheers.
Corbshe: (I'm guessing you want to resolve white here, come to think of it XD)
Walpole: (Danij has a store now.)
Danij: (I'll resolve it white)
Walpole: (Even *if* this goes south...)
Danij: "Well, shit, I suppose I ain't gonna get that back..." Danij said, deeply dejected "But... She did say I can get anything from the whole store..."  Danij said, looking around "I mean, I think mama and Leia would've liked to see me owning stuff that kept me alive and well." He concludes, with a smile
Corbshe: (scene, then? XD)
Danij: Scene
Corbshe: Who gets your die?
Walpole: (I'm thinking he literally gets the store if the aftermath goes neutrally for him.)
Danij: Hmmm
Danij: I'll give Corb my white
Danij: :3
Corbshe: All right, then. I'll Establish.
Corbshe: It's late at night and Corbshe is alone. He doesn't spend as much time in the main part of his family's residence as he does in his business premises, but from time to time he takes a stroll around the place, thinks of how far he's come, drinks in the nostalgia...*ha.*
Corbshe: His childhood was hell. Being the son of the most hated and corrupt politician in Hedgegrove's recent memory wasn't so bad in and of itself, but his parents *demanded* nothing but perfection from their scion. If he'd ever gone to see a psychiatrist, they would probably have a lot to say about him.
Corbshe: All the same, "Ankle-Biter Dufranke" inherited a generous sum following their passing in a suspicious accident (for all his faults, Corbshe had nothing to do with it). No one prefaced his name with "Ankle" after he proceeded to use the proceeds to bulk out his forces and strongarm his way into prominence.
Corbshe: Once he established a stranglehold on the local underground gambling racket, he even had a painting of his parents commissioned. The guy balked at putting his skills to such use, but it turned out he painted just as well with only one functioning hand.
Corbshe: At this moment, at this time, he looks up at the painting, hung prominently in his barely-lived-in living room, and reflects: *"I'm on top of the friggin' world."*
Corbshe: (let's see here. If White, this scene passes without incident. If Black, let's say we get our first inklings that <@!Freya> and <@!Danij> are putting their plan into motion. XD)
Corbshe: (or whatever you guys agree on XD)
Walpole: (I say black. XD)
Freya: (wynaut, I want to see how black will go)
Danij: (Huh, interesting, we'll have exactly 50/50 dice value for the next round)
Danij: (But I kinda want to see this happen)
Danij: (Black)
Corbshe: And then he hears the sounds. From outside. Who would be here at night? Who would be visiting the Rat's Nest after dark? He turns his eyes slowly to the side, where his trusty baseball-bat-with-a-fire-axe-blade-stuck-in-it hangs in its place of honor, and lets the paranoia creep in...
Corbshe: (and yeah I am totally throwing this black die at Danij 😉 )
Corbshe: Okay, lovely symmetry we've got going here. XD
Danij: (BRB, gotta tend the cats)
Corbshe: now where'd I put those damn tilt tables.
Corbshe: https://www.dropbox.com/s/0v7u0z9c5g739yt/fiasco_tables.pdf?dl=0
Corbshe: "***OOOOOOOH THE TIIIIIIIIILT~***"
Corbshe: you know the routine, folks
Corbshe: "!roll Wd6-Bd6"
Freya: !roll 2d6 (W)
DiscoDude: <@Freya> rolled 2d6 for 10 [2d6 = 4, 6] (W)
Corbshe: where W and B are your white and black dice respectively
Corbshe: !roll 1d6-1d6
DiscoDude: <@Corbshe> rolled 1d6-1d6 for -4 [1d6 = 1; 1d6 = 5]
Corbshe: <@!Walpole>?
Walpole: !r 1d6 (black) 1d6 (white)
DiscoDude: <@Walpole> rolled 1d6 for 1 [1d6 = 1] (black); 1d6 for 5 [1d6 = 5] (white)
Corbshe: so +4 then
Walpole: 4 white.
Corbshe: yeah, whoop, i meant that
Corbshe: so highest and lowest are me and <@!Freya> right now
Corbshe: when <@!Danij> comes back to roll we'll know who gets to control **THE TILT**
Danij: I am back
Danij: sorry
Danij: !roll 2d6
DiscoDude: <@Danij> rolled 2d6 for 8 [2d6 = 5, 3]
Corbshe: welp
Corbshe: <@!Danij> and <@!Freya> , the Tilt is yours
Danij: Wut
Corbshe: ...hang on
Danij: How does this work again?
Corbshe: well, first
Corbshe: !roll 8d8
DiscoDude: <@Corbshe> rolled 8d8 for 40 [8d8 = 8, 5, 4, 1, 8, 1, 6, 7]
Corbshe: whoop
Corbshe: !roll 8d6
DiscoDude: <@Corbshe> rolled 8d6 for 28 [8d6 = 6, 5, 5, 4, 1, 2, 3, 2]
Corbshe: **THE TILT**

(4) Guilt / (1) A visit from the (perhaps unofficial) authorities
(5) Paranoia / (5) The thing you stole has been stolen
Corbshe:
Corbshe: I just linked the Tilt Tables
Corbshe: each of you take one of those dice and pick a category from it, just like during the Setup
Freya: And I assume I am first because I have the highest roll?
Corbshe: you both go in any order
Corbshe: you go *period* because you had the highest and lowest rolls, respectively 😉
Freya: Alright well, I'll go for, 4 Guilt.
Corbshe: (but that was foregone given 2 white and 2 black, respectively XD)
Danij: (Eh, you can't just expect the dice to do the expected)
Walpole: You pick a broad category, then pick the detail of your buddy's broad thing.
Danij: (Not 100% the time)
Danij: Hmmm
Danij: I'll pick 1-A visit from the (perhaps unofficial) authorities
Corbshe: you can't
Corbshe: you have to pick a category
Danij: OH
Danij: DERP
Corbshe: oh wait
Corbshe: pick a category *first*
Corbshe: then Ommy can pick an item from that, and you can pick an item from Ommy's category
Corbshe: we can still go with 4-A though
Danij: Can I go with 5, paranoia?
Corbshe: totally
Corbshe: now each of you pick an item from the other's category
Corbshe: gonna assume you stick with #1, Danij?
Walpole: <@!Freya> didn't pick anything.
Freya: I picked Guilt
Freya: 4
Corbshe: Freya did pick 4, Guilt
Corbshe: also <@!Danij> confirm you wanna stick with 4-1
Danij: yes, I will
Freya: Now I am going to pick 5, The thing you stole is stolen
Freya: "The thing you stole has been stolen"
Walpole: What's 4-1?
Corbshe: "Tilt over? Mayhem equals very yes? That's not a good prize!"
Corbshe: <@!Walpole>: "A visit from the (perhaps unofficial) authorities"
Corbshe: now, a reminder, folks
Corbshe: any dice you get in Act 2 are yours to keep
Corbshe: for better or worse :3
Freya: It should be <@!Walpole> post now?
Corbshe: yyyyyyep. unless folks want to take a short break, or break entirely for the night?
Danij: We *could* go for four more
Walpole: I'll let you guys decide.
Freya: I want to do four more.
Danij: but we could do the whole tilt in one go, if we tried to finish another day
Danij: I am pretty ambivalent as well
Corbshe: okay. four more scenes. XD
Corbshe: <@!Walpole>. Establish or resolve.
Corbshe: And don't forget our Tilt 😉
Walpole: Resolving.
Corbshe: Corbshe hears pounding at his door. He clutches his horrifyingly makeshift deadly weapon. Of course it's you there, Walpole, in the dead of night.
Corbshe: ("A visit by the (perhaps unofficial) authorities." Might as well bring him into the proceedings. XD)
Walpole: (And already, I'm thinking white; can't have him die in anticlimax here.)
Corbshe: (heh, okay :3)
Walpole: *Knock-kno-kno-knock-knock ... BANG! BANG!* His signature knock.
Corbshe: Corbshe has never been on the receiving end of an unexpected Walpole visit. He creeps up to the door, carefully, carefully...
Walpole: "Open up!"
Walpole: "I have something for you!"
Corbshe: Corbshe peers through the peephole. "Walpole?" He immediately starts unlatching the fifteen locks he keeps on the door. "What the ffff...freakin' hell are you here at this hour for?"
Walpole: "I say I have something for you." He waits patiently for Corbshe to open up. He's decided that there was a much easier way to get his fix.
Corbshe: Corbshe finishes unlocking the door and throws it open. He's not about to deny one of his best customers, especially if he's bringing goodies. "So what've you got for me?"
Walpole: Face, meet foot. Foot is *big*.
Walpole: That's all Corbshe could remember, really.
Corbshe: "GLK!" Corbshe never sees it coming. He goes *flying.*
Walpole: "I... am justice. Why do I even pay for what I can TAKE?" Walpole was on a Starch trip already. This would have been a radical transformation back when he was just wee-high, but he's abused the drug enough now that there was hardly a difference anymore; "normal" was only about a head shorter than this now.
Walpole: He stormed in, smashing furniture, ripping doors clean off their hinges... He caught a whiff of something. He charged *through a wall* to find his prize. He wasn't so dumb as to not bring something to carry all of the stuff, and so he started filling his sack with all of these, white, wonderful, powdery presents, laughing all the way.
Walpole: (And scene.)
Corbshe: Heh :3
Freya: (Alright, I am going to resolve)
Danij: (Did we resolve with white or black?)
Walpole: (Not sure what to suggest here.)
Walpole: (White.)
Walpole: (And in Act II, we keep our dice, so I'm 2 White, 1 Black.)
Corbshe: (yep)
Corbshe: (okay, if you're resolving, then...obviously the heist is about to go down, I think :3)
Corbshe: ( <@!Danij>, you up to participate in a scene?)
Danij: (Hell yeah)
Corbshe: Right, so. <@!Freya>, <@!Danij>, you've already cased the house. You're currently perched on a leafy outcropping a short ways from it, behind it and away from the main thoroughfare - so you haven't seen the altercation which just happened.
Freya: "Did you bring me a weapon?" She asks, looking at Danij, "Oh and, if things will get messy, I'll cause a blackout." She waves her compact. "I'll be right behind you this time...Or in this case in front of you." She then heads on towards The Rat's Den, with Danij close behind them, "And make sure that shotgun is locked and loaded, this time if someone comes into our way, no mercy."
Danij: "Gotha, Lady." Danij answers, following her closely "The shotty is loaded, and working as well as she did back in the day." Danij continues, pumping the shotgun for punctuation, which prmpts a unfired cartridge to be ejected from the firearm. "Oh shit." he says, as he scrambles to pick the cartridge from the ground and load it back into the shotgun "Alright, we're good."
Freya: She walks towards the door towards the den, but realizes it's wide open, she turns towards Danij, "Someone is already there." She speaks in a hushed tone. She then quietly edges towards the door and takes a peep inside.
Danij: Danij quietly moves to the other side of the door, peering inside the building, "Shit, did someone come here and steal what we were going to steal?"
Walpole: (Discovering the stuff was stolen might mean black, right?)
Danij: ( o_Õ)
Walpole: (But I guess that's up to you.)
Danij: (Don't worry, Freya picked resolve)
Freya: "Well whoever they are, they're about the feel the wrath of Sect:null." She then points her compact into the room. (It's dark in there right?)
Freya: (And by aim I mean aim like a remote, not like a gun haha)
Danij: (points)
Freya: (yeah that)
Freya: ( <@!Corbshe> is it dark in there?)
Danij: ( <@!Corbshe> , we might find your character)
Walpole: (And mine. >:D)
Danij: ( <@!Walpole> , you are likely long gone)
Walpole: (I thought this was a crime-in-progress, still?)
Danij: ( <@!Corbshe> mostly set up stuff, ask him)
Corbshe: (whoop, sorry)
Corbshe: (the only lights are the outdoor lighting. He likes the mood it sets. The Rat's Nest is lit during operating hours, but it's dark now obvs.)
Freya: (Aight)
Walpole: (But would Walpole still be there? He'd still have one loose end to tie up after he got the goods, I would think.)
Walpole: (How about this;)
Walpole: (White, they don't run into Walpole, black, they do? Or maybe the other way around? Freya, what do you think?)
Freya: And once she points her compact into the room, the entire room lights up, "Bingo." And she finds Corbshe, a person she never met, completely faced down on the ground, though she gets a feeling that someone else besides them is in the room.
Danij: "Lady, that guy is the owner of... here..." Danij said, before following it with a long pause "Y'know. I might have had the best idea in my life right now..."
Danij: "Rare stuff, I know."
Freya: She pauses, "You mean the son of the corrupted politician we were going after?" She then looks at them, "Whatever, we're not looking for that, nor are we looking for the, 'rare stuff'." She then looks around for a computer.
Danij: "B-but."
Danij: "What if."
Danij: "I mean, I came here to gamble on the regular, he knows me... What if..." Danij said, following Freya right behind "What if we tell him we came here to help him, grill him for information on what happened, use him to help us get to the goods, and then cross him?"
Freya: "I'm looking for blackmail." She spoke, "That guy's father had some extensive stuff on **everyone**." She finally finds a computer, only to see it smashed at a hardrive missing, and by the looks of it, picked apart methodically so that it would never operate again. She blankly stares at Danij, "Somebody already stole what we were going to steal..."
Walpole: (Did I do that? Nobody knows~ Not even me!)
Freya: (Black die for me)
Corbshe: (black it is. scene?)
Freya: (yup yup)
Walpole: (Seriously, I'm tripping balls, I have no idea what I'm doing. Freaking idiot, I forgot to tie up "Corbshe the loose end".)
Corbshe: YOU GET THE BLACK DIE, AND YOU GET THE BLACK DIE, BUT YOU DON'T GET BLACK DIE~
Walpole: (And by tie up, I mean kill off. XD)
Corbshe: <@!Danij>, you're up! Establish or resolve?
Danij: (I kinda have the vaguest idea on what to Estabilish)
Danij: (buuut)
Danij: (Okay, I'll estabilish)
Corbshe: Okay, <@!Danij>. What the hell is going on? XD
Danij: Danij just realized that the plan Freya had went to shit. So he'll follow the rare "good idea" he had. Which is to try to get Corbshe to wake up, and convince him that Danij in on his side
Corbshe: (let's do! XD)
Danij: So, Danij pretty much drags Corbshe to his bedroom and places him on his bed, and is *kinda* trying to wake him up, without really being forceful about it. What is Corbshe's bedroom like?
Corbshe: ...In all honesty it hasn't changed much from when he was 13. There's posters of crime movies and classic video games on the walls. There's a game device even connected to a small mirror. The bed is shaped like a large grinning feline with six legs, clearly a cartoon character of some sort.
Corbshe: It's covered in gold leaf, but still.
Danij: Of course, any crime lord must pay homage to the classic criminals of the movies and tv...

And also have a cat bed
Danij: So, Danij pretty much lightly sprinkles water on Corbshe's face until he wakes up, how does Corbshe react when he wakes up?
Corbshe: "***WALPOLE WHAT THE FFFFF...HELL?***" He bolts up, swinging a bat-axe he doesn't have.
Corbshe: It takes him a moment for his brain to catch up with reality.
Corbshe: "Ohhhhh, it's *you*...*buddy.*"
Danij: "Whoa, calm down there, buddy ol' pal."
Corbshe: He grins insincerely, as if not sure what exactly this idiot is doing in his house but has no intention of destroying his valuable customer relationship with him.
Corbshe: "What, uh, are you doin' in my room? I just had the damnedest nightmare..."
Danij: "Uh... I kinda heard some scary noises from your house..." Danij started "So, I kinda went home to take my shotgun, so I could see what was happening- I mean, the shotgun was *just in case*, y'know, if something really bad was going down... But when I arrive, it's like... The door was out of the hinges and you were blacked out, against a wall."
Corbshe: (oh man.)
Corbshe: (i'm thinking here that the outcome is entirely a function of what Corbshe's takeaway is.)
Corbshe: (White die, "I was blacked out?" Black die, "you brought a *shotgun* to my house?" XD)
Corbshe: (what's everyone else think? <@!Walpole>, <@!Freya>?)
Walpole: (White?)
Freya: (White)
Corbshe: "...Door? Hinges? *Blacked out?*" The image of Walpole's foot in his face comes back to haunt him. "That motherfffff...***rat bastard!*** I'll teach *him* to fffff...mess with me!"
Corbshe: He gets up and looks at his hand. A sheepish look crosses his face for a second, then switches to anger. "Hey, wait! Where the crap is Suzy-Ann?"
Danij: "Suzy-who?" Danij says, looking around "Was she supposed to be here? Oh shit, man, I don't know, I ain't seen nobody other than you since I came here. What the hell happened anyways?"
Corbshe: "My *left arm,* man, my *left arm*! Big ol' bat with an axe-head and some nails stuck in it! Stroke o' genius if I do say so myself! She probably got left in the living room when that...that *asswagon* tried to rob me. Oh, is *he* gonna be in for a surprise..."
Corbshe: He doesn't even double-check Danij as he marches out the door in search of his weapon, and possibly his doom.
Danij: Danij follows right after Corbshe "Hey! Watch out! Ya don't know what might be lurking you 'da house still!" He says, loudly, trying to make sure that Freya can hear the location of the both of us, without using the compact.
Corbshe: (scene?)
Danij: Scene
Corbshe: all right
Corbshe: I choose to Resolve. :3
Corbshe: (<@&313031434346692609>?)
Danij: (Right, we gotta make a scene for you, uh...)
Walpole: (Hmm...)
Walpole: (Your headed to the scene of the actual theft?)
Corbshe: (Anyone else weighing in? It does seem like Corbshe should check his stash, at any rate XD)
Walpole: (And you may or may not encounter Walpole depending on how long he plans on delaying.)
Danij: (I feel like this is the logical conclusion)
Corbshe: (well, there we go XD)
Corbshe: Corbshe rushes to his personal vault. He paid good money for it, and he's *pissed* to see the door torn to shreds and thrown aside. Those bastards promised him that thing could withstand *explosives!*
Walpole: (I feel like whether you meet him or not will be determined by the die. XD)
Corbshe: And now it's open, and all his shit that was inside...holy shit, the *Starch* is in there. He jumps through the hole, heedless of his own safety, trying to take the lay of things...
Danij: (Maybe we can see if the die can determine if...)
Danij: (In a game of paper, rock scissors...)
Corbshe: (I'm going to have Corbshe get lucky this time. XD)
Danij: (Wether meat beats shotgun, or the other way around)
Corbshe: (choosing White)
Walpole: (That leaves... which dice?)
Corbshe: (three black, one white :3)
Danij: (Don't worry, you are the next after this one, you'll have coice)
Corbshe: He looks around, half-expecting Walpole to still be there - he doesn't even bother to imagine what he might be like now if he snorted his *entire stash*; he's more concerned whether his loot is safe. The money, the bling, the old filing cabinets his parents left him that he meant to throw out but never got away to...he breathes a little sigh of relief that it's all there.
Walpole: (Dang, I was thinking it'd be the other way around. :P)
Corbshe: He hardly notices that the drugs are *gone.* Nothing left but a little white streak on the floor.
Corbshe: (and scene :3)
Corbshe: so, wanna wrap this up, or...wrap this up? XD
Danij: (Wait)
Danij: (can Danij be right behind Corbshe?)
Danij: (XD)
Corbshe: (he can get there, but on his own time 😉 )
Danij: (Good point)
Walpole: (I say we stop for now.)
Danij: (Grrreat time to stop)
Corbshe: (arrite then :3)
Danij: (Thanks for the short scene)
Corbshe: (welcome 😉 )
Corbshe: !end