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GM: Ginny
Players: Ginny, Dr. North, Sammie
Synopsis: The girls go out to get coffee, but fate has other plans
Date: October 31 2082
There was a new cafe. Out by the Highway. Sadly, it has exterior service, but Ginny isn't bothered as she just sits at the counter, donuts spread out in front of her. Her giant, obvious red van is not far behind her "So, Chloe, I… honestly thought it would be inside, but it isn't so bad, is it?
An outdoor cafe might not have been what North had in mind when stopping by, but she seems to make the best of the situation and just enjoy it for what it is. She's wearing a knee-length light brown coat that she one hand tucked into, a white turtleneck sweater that's got a bit of midriff between it and a pair of jeans. She's got her long hair in a ponytail and a pair of sunglasses on, sitting to face the sun. "Not bad at all. The air is a bit better out here than inside the city, so it's nice. Quiet."
Sammie pulls into the parking lot of the cafe in her Kombi RV and glances about as she slips out of the vehicle and over towards the pair as she walks over dressed in a tight leather pants and jacket this evening She nods to the pair as she walks towards the counter.
Ginny nods, at that, munching on her doughnut, wearing her hoodie, coat and a leather jacket as well as jeans. So, her normal gear for way too cold weather "Yes. Sometimes t's good." she agrees, not paying much mind to a loud, screaming engine. It is the Highway. Probably some street racers. Even if it is low enough for a van… her own one is tuned, so why should she worry? "Oh, hi Sammie! The coffee is good, with sugar." which… is worrying amounts with Ginny "Not sure about the Tea."
The doc reaches for her cup on the table next to her. She leans back, lifting a leg and letting her foot rest on her other knee. "Generous to call this coffee… it's just regular soykaf, although the taste is not bad. Ever tasted real coffee, Ginny? As in, made from actual coffea arabica and not genetically engineered soybeans?" She shakes her head, "We had our own climate-controlled lab where we grew them back in the day. Colleague of mine learnt how to roast and brew the old-fashioned way. I'd kill for a cup of that stuff." She stops as Ginny calls out for Sammie. "Oh, you invited your scottish friend too?"
Sammie gives a smiles to Ginny and nods saying softly, "Coffee would be good, black though." she smile and nods to Chloe as well and as shw walks up near pulling her coat tighter about her.
And then… the engine is joined by gunfire, a large pickout, painted in a cacophony of colours driving up, Ginny taking the chance to dive behind the counter JUST as the leader jumps out 'NOW, EVERYONE, RELAX! WE ARE JUST HERE FOR YOUR MONEY! SO, PLEASE BE SO KIND AND WELL… DONATE TO OUR WELFARE FUND!" he cries out, a giant pink mohawk on his head, two more friends jumping out, and the driver joining them, all brandishing weapons, from baseball bats, over a length of chain, down to a cheap streetline special
((Other Initiatives:
Ganger with a chain: 11
Gang Leader: 10
Ganger with Axe: 9
Ganger with Nunchucks: 7
Ganger with streetline: 7))
Chloe puts her cup down as she sees the vehicle driving up and stopping. "What the…" and then the gang hops out, melee weapons drawn to mug the place. "Crap," she mutters and gets up from her chair. She reaches into her coat and takes out a device that looks like a series of metal tubes connected at the joints. As the group shouts and tries to scare the patrons into submission, she yanks the device in the air and the joints connect, forming a roughly 5-foot staff. Finally, a spear point comes out like a switchblade from the top section, and suddenly Chloe has a spear in her hand.
Sammie head snaps up as the sound of the truck skidding in and the thugs jumping out the, spinning behid the table her jacket furling out and a flash of from there holsters, a quick shot fired just in front of the lead thugs, "I don't think so mate…"
There is some hesitation in the ranks, the guy with the gun lowering his street special, looking at the leader 'It was supposed to be simp-' ''AIIIIIE!'' comes a cry, an orange-mohawked, bare-chested guy charging the Doctor, swinging his chain wildly over his head
((Note: Latter roll is supposed to represent resistance to damage, forgot to tag it. The gangers are shirtless))
Chloe, after drawing a line in the dirt with her spear, steps back and raises the point to defend herself against any incomers. And indeed, one guy decides to try his luck. Her quick senses gauge the distance to the opponent, anticipating their move, which turns out to be of the most predictable sort with running straight forward. As soon as the ganger steps over the line she drew, she lowers down her body and the spear lashes out, the tip connecting with the flesh of his chest, and then is immediately withdrawn again. The man swings the chain in the air once, then clutches his profusely bleeding wound and collapses onto the floor.
And while Chloe spears… there is a fwap as a hatch or two opens in the van, followed by a terrifying sound for any denizen of the warrens. The whirring of a pair of Strato's becoming airborne. And, between Sammie and her Wild-Western diplomacy, Chloe having spheres and Strato's propeller's… a streetline is dropped, followed by a girly scream and a hastily departing Nunchuck man, leaving a scared-looking leader with an axe and a man with a bat. As well as one who is busy bleeding
The chain-wielding fool has barely had time before Chloe acts again, her bio-engineered nervous system pumping adrenaline through her system. Her bent knees spring up, taking a quick leap forward. She tosses the spear up into the air as she leaps, catching it in an overhand fashion before taking another step, reaching back and then launching the spear forward. The former athlete makes a graceful display of javelin-throwing and stops the momentum with her feet, kicking up dust just as the spear connects to the man's chest, plunging half-way through his chest before stopping, the remaining energy throwing him off his feet and making him plummet to the ground, the dikoted spear tip almost nailing him to the ground.
((OOC Agreement to have Sammie go first, since she'd definitely roll a higher base than the 7 of the remaining thug and North just went))
((Misinterpretation of the rules on my end in the above roll. A strength of 9, and John Woo chips, along with smartlinks set the TN for a called shot at point-blank down to a mere 4 and 5, one net success]]
Sammie looks in disdain at the axe wielding man as he charges in her dirrection and lifts her revolvers up quickly firing for his legs and says softly, "I warned you lad…."
And then… the axe lands right in front of Sammie as it goes flying, just missing her, Ginny finally popping up, holding her Walther out, drones buzzing above and ready to fire "…what…" she just offers, looking about
North, taking a few deep breaths to calm her hyper-charged system down, promptly walks over to the punk she downed with the thrown spear. She yanks it out of their body, sending them screaming in pain and causing blood to pour out of the hole in their chest, then walks back to the others. Grabbing a paper tissue from the cafe table, she wipes the dikoted point of her spear clean of blood, and with the press of a button, all the joints holding the spear together undo themselves and she folds it up almost like a yardstick. "Was this the Ironsiders again? Damn it, are these punks following us?"
Sammie doesn't even flinch as the axe lands in front of her her eyes scanning for any additional targets before holstering her iron and says softly, "Well that warms ya up almost better then the coffee." she glanecs over to Ginny and grins, 'you know who these boys are." she motions towards the downed men before glancing to the spear wielding woman, "you are handy with that there thing."
Ginny shakes her head "Do I look like an expert in gangland culture?" she deadpans, looking at Chloe "Think we have one in a condition to bring over to our razor-wielding friend?" she just asks, wrinklin her nose "And garbage bags. I just ordered new velours for the upholstery." she continues "Might be Ironsiders, might be any other go-gang. Can't tell them apart."
After the spear has been collapsed, she tucks it away into a holster inside her coat, then offers a grin to the samurai. "Never learned how to shoot well, but I used to be decent at track and field once upon a time." She looks up into the air as the characteristic buzz of rotodrones soar above them, then over at Ginny. "You know what the Sinners do to people they capture? They enslave them. If I were them, I'd probably prefer to bet on crawling home, start saving money for cyberlegs. They'll survive," she says casually, almost as if she was a doctor or something, stating a medical fact.
Sammie nods and says, "Nothing wrong with that, "I got me a sword for when I want to be up close and personal." she steps about the axe leaving it where it fell before shooting a glance at teh fallin, "Someone will e around to scoop them up afor long I would say. "Perhaps we should jet though, incase those that ran are bring friends.
"Yes, we better get moving. Ginny, got some room in that robot beehive of yours?" She begins to walk over toward the van as well, having no car of her own.
Sammie steps to her vehicle and says, 'If she doesn't you can hitch with me." slipping in and firing up her engine.
Ginny snorts "Robot beehive?" she asks "And… I suppose I might have a back bench." she muses
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