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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 18, 2012 19:09:06 GMT -5
Normally, she'd snark 'just because you can't count higher than ten to the tenth power', but Nightbeat touching her damaged hand is... strange. Her fingers curl, brushing raw wires and jagged metal against his palm.
Staring down at their hands, she murmurs a line from a Nebulan movie. "See, they're making me out to be a madman."
In a political suspense thriller with a lot of conspiracies and poison, the heroine says this to her girlfriend just before their enemies step up the game to include explosives.
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Post by Nightbeat on Feb 18, 2012 22:09:01 GMT -5
Oh, I've seen that one, Muzzle chimes in.
"Okay, so let's follow this line of thinking, then. What do you do next?" Nightbeat asks, sitting back and letting Pee-Dee get on with whatever she wants to do with her fingers. She's a Junkion after all. Still, just because she can fix herself easily doesn't mean she has to break herself on purpose. It's flinch-inducing to watch.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 26, 2012 19:52:09 GMT -5
"Find out who the vic thinks might know about this safe?" Pee-Dee reattaches her fingers with the same nonchalance Nightbeat might use to put his head on.
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Post by Nightbeat on Feb 27, 2012 17:10:03 GMT -5
Nightbeat purses his lips, privately wondering if he shouldn't have come up with a different case for this training scenario.
"Alright, so you ask Crosswire and he says no-one knew about the safe except himself and his romantic friend, because it was concealed behind a wall panel."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Feb 28, 2012 9:27:49 GMT -5
This is one of the problems GMing a solo-adventure, Nightbeat. Sometimes your player wants to wander off and do other things.
"So, we ask about the romantic friend, get the sitch, go talk to him/her/it, roll 1d100 on the random encounter table..." Pee-Dee leans forward to watch Nightbeat intently.
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Post by Nightbeat on Mar 3, 2012 10:50:57 GMT -5
GMing a whole party is worse, actually, because they inevitably want to wander off and do six different things. At least with a solo adventure you only have to herd one cat (who will still manage to avoid or ruin all your carefully staged set pieces that would have been so awesome).
Nightbeat tilts his head. "Roll on the . . . you lost me," Nightbeat says, choosing to respond to the parts of Pee-Dee's statement that made sense. "You track down the romantic friend." Nightbeat isn't going to name the romantic friend, because his player is getting tired of keeping track of all the names he keeps making up in here. "He's shocked to learn that Crosswire was robbed, and as it turns out, several witnesses can place him at his workplace, an energon refinery across town, at the time the robbery occurred."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 3, 2012 15:11:08 GMT -5
"Does the romantic friend recognize our buddy the breaker-and-enterer?"
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Post by Nightbeat on Mar 3, 2012 19:14:24 GMT -5
"Sadly, no," Nightbeat says, shaking his head. "Try taking a step back, Pee-Dee. Cast a wider net."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 7, 2012 19:54:12 GMT -5
Pee-Dee cuts her mouth against itself. "Someone had to know about the safe, right? I mean, I could just pay attention to the people you've bothered to give names to, but this isn't a movie. So someone had to know about the safe, and it's someone who drinks at Decepticons bars."
She hooks her ankles around the chair-legs and bends herself backwards. Her back audibly cracks before her wheels come to rest on the floor. "Hnh."
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Post by Nightbeat on Mar 8, 2012 9:58:40 GMT -5
Nightbeat watches Pee-Dee contort herself, nonplussed. Junkions are weird. "So who drinks at Decepticon bars?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 11, 2012 12:05:57 GMT -5
Pee-Dee is getting frustrated. Therefore, she wants to move. She is totally not showing off her body's parameters to Nightbeat.
"Decepticons. You. Probably Wreckers."
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Post by Nightbeat on Mar 11, 2012 12:21:00 GMT -5
And Nightbeat is totally not watching the way her wheels move on her transformation joints as she moves.
"So you've narrowed down your list of suspects, then. Now you need a motive. Why would a Decepticon, a Wrecker, or me want to steal cash from some two-bit hood?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 11, 2012 12:36:11 GMT -5
"Maybe they want drinking money!" Pee-Dee folds her hands behind her head. "Or maybe it's that statue, which may or may not exist. Or maybe he had drugs in there, or someone's head, or the Holy Grail!"
Her legs tense, then she hauls herself back upright without using her arms. "Not enough information. Hey, how come forensics didn't poke around his apartment, too?"
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Post by Nightbeat on Mar 11, 2012 18:46:12 GMT -5
"You didn't ask! You're the detective in charge of the investigation. You want them to go through the victim's place?" Nightbeat asks.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 11, 2012 18:50:23 GMT -5
"Yes!"
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