As in my earlier actual play reports, small green text indicates out of character talk, mechanics and other game aspects outside of the fiction.
Our main characters are:
- Gator (the Gunlugger/Hardholder) is an assassin and part-time bodyguard who wears customized scrounged armor made from Kevlar and ceramic inserts. Camouflaged for the jungle, his face was ruined in a fight with an alligator. His eyes are always sizing things up and his brutal life has left his body a hard sheet of muscle. His gang of mercenaries now run white's former holding: the Big Ship.
- Jarhead (the Savvyhead) is a thin African-American man with a short goatee, long dreads, and clothes covered in pockets and gear. Travelling around in an old news van, he repairs items for a living. He is investigating a device that can bend space and time. He has also obtained employees in the form of a young woman Allison and her brother Waters as well as a little girl named Memo. His old mentor Sir Fredricks warned him of danger from the psychic maelstrom. Now Gator wants him to build a weapon to kill 'the gods' that live there.
- November Orleans (the Skinner/Battlebabe) is descended from a family which left New Orleans before it sank. She is a beautiful woman of mixed heritage with dark eyes and skin, a sweet face and lush body. She dresses herself in a mix of scavenged clothing that somehow works together and wears a necklace made from rows of antique coins which jingle and shine as she moves. Her main profession is as a dancer, especially belly dancing, but she has a sideline business in cooking and animal training. She works for the "gods" but hopes to betray them.
- Violet Jefferson (the Touchstone/Scholar) is descended by survivalists and her clothing and gear reflects her origins. Plain looking but fit, she carries a pocket copy of the Federalist papers and founding documents of the United States of America, an idea she hopes to revive. November blew off half her face recently.
Highlighting currently is:
- Gator: Hard and Weird.
- Jarhead: hot and Weird.
- November: Hot and Weird.
- Violet: Cool and Hard.
Changing Course, Part II
Violet mentions a backup plan. She plans to found new holding and become teacher of its new generations. She asks what locations might work in the area.After some brainstorming, we settle on a movie theater, a big cineplex, which is inhabited only by a small gang of slavers. It is surrounded by toxic kudzu. You have to know the path or you’ll get hit with something 10 times worse than poison ivy.
“Nothing a little fire couldn’t clear out,” Violet says as she plans a survey mission for after her recovery.
Orange bulbs light the damp steel corridor as Phoenix and Violet head deeper into the ship. They turn a corner and come up behind the same gang of savages Violet spied on the beach. An axe wielding woman leads the gang forward. Up ahead a heavy steel door blocks the entrance to Jarhead’s workshop.
Phoenix calls out, “uh, hello? Who are you?”
The woman, Mercy, turns and says, “we’re here to see the miracle worker.”
A spiky haired teen in the back adds, “yeah, we’re here see to Jarhead. We heard he makes the craziest stuff.”
“I heard he drilled a hole in his head,” says a tall man with circuitry tattooed along his arm.
“The crazy thing is I was actually there,” Violet whispers to Phoenix.
“He really drilled a hole in his own head?” she says with wide eyes.
“Yes.”
The crowd reaches the door and knocks.
“Go away busy!” they hear Jarhead shout.
“We want to see you Jarhead,” the savages cry.
“Who’s we?”
“We’re your biggest fans,” Mercy says.
Jarhead cracks open the door. “I have fans?”
He spies Violet in the back. “Are these guys with you?”
Violet shakes her head. “No, we kind of crossed paths on the way here. I’m as confused by them as you are.”
Jarhead tilts his head to the woman in a circuit board bikini. “What’s going on?”
“We want to help,” Mercy says.
“With what?” Violet calls out. “Pray tell.”
The big man explains, “we heard you got banged up a bunch at the Music Bowl. We figure we can crack some heads, keep you safe.”
“Wow, rewind,” Jarhead says. “You want to keep me safe.”
“Yeah so you can make stuff,” Mercy says, hefting her axe.
“Everybody wants me to make stuff.” He mutters, “Granted it’s what I’m really good at.”
“Is that a robotic skeleton over there?” the spiky haired woman says, worming her way forward.
Jarhead turns to the workbench. “Uh, yeah actually.”
“That’s awesome!”
Jarhead smiles and says, “isn’t it?”
Jarhead moves to the table, allowing the crowd to move into the workshop.
As he avidly chats about the device, Violet interrupts. “What’s it for?”
“A deal I made with someone,” he says. “Don’t worry about it. But it has this hydraulic thing...”
As he shows off the arm, gasps and cries of “cool” circulate through the crowd. The spiky haired girl introduces herself as Rox and presses up close to Jarhead for a better look.
“Where’s all of this circuitry going to lead to?” she asks, tracing the wires with her long fingers to the top of the body.
“We’re working on that,” he says. “We still need five circuit boards, ten yards of wire, some screws, and some sheet metal.”
As Jarhead basks in the attention, Violet patiently waits. Phoenix excuses herself and heads back to the surface.
Eventually the inventor says, ”Okay I’ve got stuff to do.”
“What doors do you need protecting?” Mercy asks. “How can we help?”
Jarhead tells them to get some supplies. The crowd disperses except for a couple of large men who watch the entrance of the workshop for trouble.
Jarhead sidles up to Allison as she puts together a shock collar. “This is amazing.”
“I guess,” she says.
His smile drops for a moment. “That’s great. But that whole ‘I guess’? You think too much about the consequences.”
Allison looks over to the corner. “I think Violet is waiting to talk to you about something.”
“She’s still here?” He turns to the survivalist. “I mean hi. What’s going on?”
Violet walks closer. “Now that things have quieted down, I was thinking with how things are at the Autodoc you might be better able to deal with this right here than them.” She points to her damaged face.
“So what do you want from me?” Slowly he asks, “Do you want me to fix you? Do you want me to enhance you?”
“Just fix me,” she orders.
”You could use her for practice with your death robot,” November suggests.
”I killed him and you’re bringing him back,” Gator comments.
”It’s a business transaction, you understand,” Jarhead says.
”Hopefully by that time I’ll be long gone,” Violet says.
We decide to patch her up, she’ll need a week to heal and he’ll have to take apart her head. So she’ll be expose her to danger as he puts it back together.
“Okay I guess I could do that for three barter,” he says. “It will take a few hours and then you’ll need to rest for a week.”
Finally we rework some of Violet’s followers to reflect her change of playbook. We remove desertion and make them dedicated to her. So now they get hungry instead of leaving. They’ve gone through crucible and those who remain are truly dedicated.
We jump forward a few days. Gator familiarizes himself with the people moving in and out. Along the way he learns about tech worshippers guarding Jarhead, November’s gang and her impending move.
November steps out of her tent. Despite her lackluster efforts, supplies and gear pile up near where her people are camped. Once they secure enough vehicles they will need to be on their way. She turns to find Gator moving through the collection of tents towards her.
“Hi Gator,” she says.
“Hi,” the big man says. “I hear you are moving on.”
“Well yeah, I’ve got a group of people asking to move out. Not that I don’t love what you’ve done with this place but I never really stay around too long.”
He nods. “I feel that. I don’t normally stick around myself.”
“You’ve got to try new things every once in a while right?” she says unsmiling.
“Yes and this place needs someone.”
“Besides Shadow is asking me to lead his people.” Her eyes seek his as she raises an eyebrow.
November reads a person and gets a hard hit.
Gator also reads a person and November helps with a 9. Gator gets a total of 8.
Gator asks What do you intend to do?
”I intend to take these people away. But I’m slow playing it.”
Gator studies her. The beautiful woman plays with a vial of red liquid around her neck with one hand while the other traces a pattern on a map on the table in front of her. An x marks the spot where they killed Dustwich. He glances around the camp. He sees lots of packed bags but none in her tent.
“How’s everything going around here?” she asks. “Any trouble getting stuff up and running?”
”How you I get you take care of the gods?” she asks.
”I’m already planning on doing it?” he says.
“Surprisingly no, White was so much of an asshole that they are happy to do anything. Jarhead is busy working on his own things. I’m looking at upgrading guns but he’s got a lot on his plate. He’s talking about shock collars. I don’t really agree with that.”
She interrupts him. “Have you seen Violet lately?”
“She stopped in, paid for services rendered. I don’t know where she got off to. She went to see Jarhead.“
“I wonder if she’s still upset with me,” November says. “We haven’t resolved anything between us yet.”
“She didn’t say anything about you,” Gator tells her. “She made some points on the whole Republic thing. I think her democracy thing could work in a perfect world but this world isn’t perfect.”
“It could have worked better if she read people better,” she comments.
“Could be.”
A touch of bitterness drips into her voice. “I think she trusted the people she shouldn’t and shot the ones she should.”
”That could be a character weakness of hers,” the hardholder says. “What’s done is done. I think she’s going to be moving on too.”
“But you’d tell me if she was coming after me right?” she asks.
Followed by are you telling the truth?
“Yes,” he says.
A woman with a peg leg runs up. Lala, the eldest daughter of the Kites, excitedly tells November, “we lucked out, we got us a bus.”
“Great, where is it now?” the dancer asks.
“We’re talking to the owner, they’re parked three blocks inland.”
“OK, we’ll have to take a look, make sure it’s in good shape. It’s a dangerous trip.”
“Going to need gas too,” Gator comments. “Buses sucks down a lot of gas.”
November focuses on Lala. “I think I’ll ask my friend Jarhead to take a look at it. See if it is roadworthy. Have you already paid for it?”
“It’s a trade,” the dark-haired woman explains. “They need a little protection themselves.”
“They want come with us?”
“Yes they are travelers, they need to head north.”
“I guess that makes it a little easier if the gas on them. What’s their leader’s name?”
“Mill,” Lala says scratching her phantom limb absently.
November opens her brain to Mill, gets a 7, and marks XP.
Mill. The name hangs in November’s mind. She doesn’t recognize it but she feels like she knows someone who does. Someone she knows well.
She turns to Gator. “Thanks for checking in on me.”
”How does Gator really feel about his new position?”
Mixed he says.
The weathered warrior nods. His eyes drawn equally back to the tower and to the market itself. “You’re seeing Jarhead? I’ll tag along I guess.”
Jarhead rolls acting under fire to determine if Violet’s face is okay after the surgery. He gets a 10 and marks experience. Everything goes smoothly with minimal scarring. He earns an advance and advances all of his remaining moves.
Violet erases 1-harm and comments on the scars. “I’ll keep them as a reminder.”
Violet slumbers, her head encased in bandages. Jarhead turns over the strange device she brought with her.
Jarhead didn’t look at it earlier because he was very busy.
”I’m always busy. You people are so needy,” he says.
He thinks back to what Violet told him.
“This halted the climbers while you wore it?” he asked her.
“That’s what Memo said.”
But when he asked Memo about it, she just replied, “What?”
“This thing that you made and then gave to Violet.”
“Yes so you would come and be safe,” the little girl told him.
“Safe, whatever. How did you make this?”
Memo scrunched her eyes as she recalled what she did. “Out of wires, a radio, and a car battery that Violet found.”
“What holds the charge?” he queried her.
“I don’t know.”
“Where’d you get the idea for this?”
“I don’t know,” she said.
“Okay,” he said slowly. “Did you hear a voice?”
“No.”
“You just got a feeling to put these things this way?”
“Yeah, like that.”
Jarhead shakes his head, returning to the present. “This is mildly concerning,” he mutters.
He tinkers with it a bit more. Hours pass before he realizes he is no closer to how it works. I need a test subject. Or some other way to understand it. His eyes come to rest on the Tesla sphere.
I point out reverse engineering it will slow down the god smiter project.
”I was thinking of calling it the godsmack,” he says.
”I like that, but I like puns,” November says.
Jarhead turns to his new ‘assistants’. “Are any of you tech savvy? Can you solder?”
Rox pipes up. “I can solder.”
“Here, attach the remaining wires to that.” thrusting a soldering iron into her hands and pointing her to the massive device taking up the back third of the room.
Jarhead grabs the sphere and tunes it to the Maelstrom's frequency. Let’s see what it knows.
Jarhead uses Augury to get an idea of what Memo’s does. He gets an 11 and marks experience. He reaches into maelstrom for information, deeply and broadly.
Gator and November tread through the metal corridors within the ship. As they near the workshop, a wave of sensation and memory flow over them.
November reaches out for Gator’s arm. She tastes ocean spray, hears violin music, and catches the image of a little girl looking out the window of a plane.
“You feel that?” she asks as the sensations fade.
“Uh, yeah,” Gator says.
Violet asks about her and I hint at things to come. “You don’t have a freaky kid protecting you in your dreams.”
Now back to Jarhead.
Jarhead dives into an ocean of knowledge. His mind tries to encompass it but fails. Infinities condense, fold and flatten. He finds himself standing within a vast library. Each book bound in leather. Black, white and every shade between. They squirm, these books of human flesh. He finds himself racing down the rows to a particular book. A pale book dotted in freckles.
He holds it in his hands.
Unfamiliar memories flood his mind. This book was a person, this person went to university, he emigrated to the United States, the scientist worked at a lab. The thoughts come even faster. The disease had spread to 90% of the population. Something had to be done. The device would interfere with the fungus’s spore production and development. It was too late. He could already feel itchiness and fever. The device stopped the fungus from...
Jarhead feels a sickening rip as the fungus burst through the man’s head. Then the book’s thoughts and memories continue forward. The scientist confused, awash in a sea of minds. Lost in a maelstrom of thoughts and ripped from physical world. Everyone who suffered the plague surrounds him.
Except a few, those few test subjects with the device. They remain isolated from the growing hive mind.
Jarhead puzzles out that the device will keep an infected person isolated from the hive mind. They might still die but they wouldn’t suffer the sleepwalking.
Jarhead pulls himself back to the real world. “So she used a radio to block the transmissions of the hive mind,” he mutters. “Well, well, well. It won’t keep them alive but it will keep them sane.”
The knock at his door jars his thoughts.
“I really need to get a sign up there. ‘Do not disturb’.”
”You are already disturbed,” November comments.
Onto Violet.
Violet leans on a worn post and rail fence. Inside the alligators bask in the sun, enjoying another pleasant day in Stumpland. Uncle Buck tosses another slice of roadkill to the hungry beasts.
A familiar voice calls to her from behind.
She turns, the pain forgotten from her face, and smiles at Marshal. “Hey. Long time, no see.”
“Feels like forever,” the handsome young man says. “You’re looking as great as ever.”
Her smile dips slightly as she remembers. “You wouldn’t know it from how I look in the real world right now.”
“That doesn’t matter here, does it?” he asks joining her at the fence. His smile quivers.
“Guess not. Missed you.” She leans into him.
“I missed you too,” he says his eyes searching hers. “But hey, I found the most amazing thing. Let me go show you.”
Violet reads a person and gets an 11. She marks experience since she is clear eyed and rolls hard.
”What does he intend to do?” she asks.
”Lead you into a trap.”
”What is he really feeling?”
”He feels conflicted, like he’s resisting a compulsion. You sense the old warmth of who he is, but beneath there is an undercurrent of resistance. But he is not in control.”
”How could I get him to fight it?”
”Successfully? He’s not strong enough on his own. He’d fight for you but he’s not strong enough.”
Violet then reads a charged sitch and again gets an 11.
”I know who is in control,” she says.
”It ain’t you,” Jarhead says.
”What should I be on the lookout for?” she asks instead.
”You’re not sure they can hurt you here but they can trap you here. Avoid getting entangled or lost.”
”Don’t have sex with this guy,” November says. “You’ll get entangled.”
”Where’s my best escape route?” Violet asks.
I advise her to find to force herself awake, perhaps with a sudden shock.
“Like a car battery?”
”Whatever you think will work.”
Lastly she asks, “which enemy is most vulnerable to me?”
”Marshal.”
Violet doesn’t move as her long dead lover steps toward the swamp. Her smile disappears into her stiffening expression. Her eyes trace a route to Jackbird’s.
She gulps down a breath and calls to Marshal, “I’ll come back for you I promise.”
She turns and races for the nearest generator.
Behind her, Marshall shouts, “run!”
She looks behind her. Her boyfriend struggles with himself. He looks up more beast than man and bounds towards her. She doesn’t look back again.
Violet rolls acting under fire, marks experience, and gets an 8.
Moments later she dashes through Jackbird’s store, ignoring his startled cry on her way to the back.
Marshall growls, ”no! Not there!”
But she’s already within the maze of corridors that make up Jackbird’s boat.
Violet forgot about that which is just perfect.
The darkened corridors weave through ship. As she presses on, the walls flicker and disappear. Tiny squares of perfect darkness appear in her vision. Sparks of sensation strike: light glares off a big silver ball, the smell of rotten meat, a brief glimpse of men and women in strange mouse ear hats feeding on long bones.
“What the hell?” she mutters, feeling her way forwards as the visions grow stronger and more intense. She stumbles through high-tech underground tunnels, watches animatronic soldiers fending off mutant cannibals, and hears a jangling tune of ‘it’s a small world.’
Violet rolls acting under fire and with the bonus from reading a sitch just makes a 10. She also gains experience.
She pushes past the flickering images and stumbles into the generator room. Wasting no time she grabs a live wire with her bare hand. Pain runs through her body.
Now back to the real world.
Another knock comes through the steel door. Shazah looks to Jarhead, ‘111’ tattooed clearly on his bald head.
Jarhead calls out, “who is it?”
“It’s November and Gator,” November replies.
Jarhead nods and Shazah unlatches the door with a kachunk.
“Hey!” Jarhead says. He pauses for a moment. “Buddies.”
November and Gator both decide to read a person. Both help the other with an Hx roll. Gator succeeds in helping while November fails. Both get soft hits on their rolls.
November and Gator look to each other and nod.
Stepping inside, November leads off the conversation. “Hi Jarhead. I have a small job for you but I know you’re busy. If you’ve got something really big going on I understand if you have to do it tomorrow or the next day.”
“How’s your project coming along?” Gator asks the confused inventor.
Jarhead snaps to the hardholder. “It’s going well. Slow though.”
He gestures to a woman on a gurney. Thick bandages encase her head. “Violet required a bit of work.”
”Oh my god!” November says. “Is she okay?”
“Yes. Just a little brain surgery. Nothing serious.”
“Alright,” Gator says very slowly.
“I’m better than the Autodoc,” he assures them.
“Why’d she need brain surgery?” November asks.
“Skull reconstruction,” he says moving around the patient. “Good stuff. But it’s working. I think. She’ll wake up eventually. A couple of days I think.“
November relaxes. “I’ll definitely understand if you need a couple of days to help her.”
Jarhead waves a hand at the prone woman. “Well she’s just sleeping and that won’t take any of my time. But I am doing something for him.”
The tinkerer points to Gator and then sticks a thumb at a pedestal hooked up to large wires. A metal chair hangs off of it.
November looks away quickly. “I don’t need to know all the stuff you are doing!”
Averting her eyes, she continues. “Here’s the deal, I’ve got a bunch of people who want me to lead them back up north. There’s an old bus that would be a good transport. But I want someone with your skills to give it a once over. No repairs, I just want to know that I can trust it to get us across the swamp.”
“I suppose I can give it a looksee,” he says.
“Thanks, but like I said I understand if you need to take a couple of days.”
”How can I get your character to slow play me?” she asks.
“So this thing isn’t really big?” he asks confused. “It wouldn’t take long.”
“Yeah but I have a few other things to get ready too. I want to make sure everything is ready. Get snake bite kits and water. Understand?”
Jarhead nods. “Well if you don’t mind then can you wait a day or two or five?”
‘Sure. I just want to make sure everything is ready to go when I leave,” she says.
Waters approaches the gathering. “It came along a bit faster than I thought. I’m done with my bit.”
The boy gestures to a metallic endoskeleton. Hydraulics and circuitry cover the steel limbs.
”What is that?” Gator asks
”Wow,” November says.
“It’s a robotic skeleton,” Jarhead says, ignoring their shocked expressions. “It’s an ongoing experiment. Trust me, it’s relevant to the problems at hand.” He turns to the bored child. “Waters, I’ll have something for you to do very shortly.”
He returns to November. “If you let me deal with Waters, I’ll get back to you in a little bit.”
She shrugs. “Okay. I’m glad to know you are willing to take the case.”
November steps out of the room as Gator gets in Jarhead’s face. “What are you intending to do with that skeleton?”
That’s his question from reading Jarhead.
Jarhead shuffles his feet. “I kind of promised a presence in the psychic maelstrom that skeleton in return for protection from things that don’t like me right now.” He glances to the machine in the corner. “Really really don’t like me.”
“That’s a terrible idea.”
Violet’s eyes snap open.
Jarhead steps over to her gurney as she stirs. “You! You should not be awake right now. Go back to sleep.”
Violet blinks and mumbles something. “What’s going on?”
Out of character, she laughs at Gator and Jarhead. Or at least their players.
November clarifies, ”I’m not laughing at your characters, I’m laughing at you.”
“No seriously you should still be asleep,” he says as he flicks her forehead.
“Ow!”
“That’s not usually how people go to sleep,” Gator advises.
“Well I usually go to sleep by collapsing,” Jarhead says, continuing to poke his patient’s head. He looks at Allison and Waters. “They go to sleep when I tell them to sleep and it happens. Right?”
Allison shakes her head slowly. ”Uh, no? And didn’t you take apart her forehead? Wouldn’t that jab bits of bone into her brain?”
“Not very likely,” he says.
November adds, “next time install a switch on her head.”
”Please tell me you just said that,” Jarhead asks.
”No I’m not there.”
”Can you make an on off switch for a person?” Gator questions.
”He could!” I say.
”Don’t give him that idea,” Violet says.
”It’s a night night switch,” November states.
”Jarhead you are a horrible person,” Violet says.
Violet tries to pull herself upright. As her head sways, she says, “apparently you can enter the Maelstrom by dreaming.”
“You too huh.” As Violet nods, Jarhead turns to Gator, ”we are going to have a lot of problems on our hands if that happens to everyone.”
Gator scratches his head. “Weren’t you just making that happen? Cause it felt a little weird around here.”
Allison joins the conversation by Violet’s gurney. “It feels weird around here a lot.”
“Is it safe to be sleeping here?” Violet asks.
“Yes, go to sleep,” the inventor tells her.
“I actually have a bunk on deck,” Allison mumbles.
Jarhead continues to advise Violet. “You really shouldn’t be moving anyway so you are staying here.”
“I have to agree with Jarhead,” his assistant says. “Your head was in so many pieces. It was really scary to look at.”
“Ssh,” Jarhead says. “Don’t panic the patient.”
“Who says I’m panicking?’ Violet grumbles, sliding back onto her bed.
Gator interrupts this digression. “So Jarhead, November’s left, so where are we at?”
“I just have to hook the augury and then hook it up to her,” he nods to the door, “I’m a little fuzzy on those details and then-”
“Hook it up to who?”
He bites his lip. “Umm someone who is connected to the gods like November is. I can’t mention it to her so hooking her up will need to be something like ‘Hello. Zap’.”
“So you’re going to knock her out first.”
“It’s probably easiest,” he shrugs.
Gator looks at the strange device. “Does she has to be conscious to aim it?”
“Yes, but this way I can set her up easier. Then wake her up.”
Violet turns her head to see what they are looking at. As she regards the weird pedestal and metal chair, she asks, “couldn’t you use that doohickey Memo made?”
“What doohickey?” Gator asks.
“This doohickey,” Jarhead says pulling out the mass of wires and coils. “It blocks the climbers from their hive mind. It might work.”
“Sounds like it would work,” Gator says. “How does it work? Can we put it on November?”
“Yes!" Jarhead begins to pace around the 'God Smiter.' "The climbers is like a hive mind. Everyone is connected. This breaks the connection. So we can put this on her-”
"What is this?" Gator points at the large machine. "This isn’t a gun? I told you to make a gun."
"It's a figurative gun," he explains. "You don’t need a gun to shoot gods. They’re not people."
Gator stares at the smaller man. “That’s what I asked for, that is what I know how to use.”
"Yes well in the maelstrom, the gods I’ve seen are bleeding pyramids. Where’s the head to aim at?"
“I’d know where to fire.”
Jarhead shrugs. "Well next time you are in the maelstrom, you can take a look around yourself. If you want I can even put a trigger on it."
The gang decides not to trust November to firing the thing. We also decide to add a display to show of what it is aiming at. And blinking lights.
"Will this be a battle?" Gator asks me of the fight with the gods.
"We’ll see how next session goes. In most version of how I see this going down it will be a battle. It will be a war."
Violet picks out her new Scholar moves: Book Learning and Archaeologist. She decides her library is a Kindle: portable, with a vast bank of knowledge, but requiring power. She then applies her next advance to remove that limitation thanks to a solar charger.
End of Session
Time for raising Hx:- November gives +1 Hx to Gator.
- Gator gives +1 Hx to Violet. November sums it up. “She learned something about you that disappointed her.”
- Violet returns the favor for Gator.
Jarhead argues that he actually opened her brain.
“I was actually there when you were defeated,” Gator says.
”Next time I’m putting something in there,” Jarhead says.
- Finally Jarhead gives +1 Hx to Violet. Which brings her Hx with him to +3! (from an original value of -2)
“It’s not that vast anymore,” she says.
“It’s still pretty vast.” I say.
“A penny saved is a penny earned.”
“You have a lot of pennies is all I’m saying.”
As we approach the end of the game we discuss what we want to see. Gator’s daughter, Violet’s plan to found a new holding and Violet’s rescue of Marshall get mentioned.
”I think it would be ironic if my enclave became a republic,” November says. “Look we are going to be fair and equal and vote if I’ve got to sleep every one of you “
”If we have to,” Gator says.
”We’ll see which of our republics works out the best,” she says.
”Probably November’s,” Jarhead says.
We dub it the Sexpublic.
Talk moves to how to isolate November with the device and get her into the machine.
November points out the difficulties but says, “now if someone jumped her and threw it [Memo's device] on her...”
”Along with a shock collar,” Jarhead says.
”And an off switch,” she finishes. ”Jarhead’s motto: People. Better.”
We recap what Violet and November have told the others and how they might work that into the plan.
Violet suggests, “if someone told me your side of the what happened, so we were all on the same side, then I could pretend that I’m still mad at you.”
"Could you?" November asks. "That would probably be a bit of stretch for you.”
We also discuss if Violet can forgive November.
“You didn’t really have a choice,” Violet offers.
November begins to agree but ends by saying, “I technically had some choices when I sacrificed Cougar. I tried to make sure no one would stumble across me. ‘Cougar wasn’t going to give us any info’ was my opinion and nobody wanted Cougar around. The gods were demanding sacrifice. It was the best option.”
”Nevermind,” Violet says.
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