Session 1

From Deadhaus

[20:35] <@uhrwerk> It’s Halloween night – the time of year when the spirit world is closest to our own, if you believe in that sort of thing – and a full moon hangs in the sky. Or at least it would, if not for the sullen layer of clouds, glowering a sickly orange in the backwash of a thousand sodium streetlamps.
[20:35] <@uhrwerk> Beneath this sky sits Jefferson Davis Memorial Hospital: a serious house built on serious Earth and recently renovated to do the serious work of caring for Houston’s less fortunate. It’s a building best called ‘functional.’ Built in the revival style of the post-Civil War era, it sits hulking, casting a pall that’s definitely less than healing on the neighborhood. It’s a building with history, and not all of it is good.
[20:37] <@uhrwerk> Inside, a janitor wheels a mop and bucket past a sturdy woman in plain workclothes. She stands on a stepladder, and her head disappears into the drop ceiling of the corridor
[20:38] <@uhrwerk> Just as she tightens down the last screw on the junction box, the lights flicker and die.
[20:39] <Cherice_Martin> "...great, don't tell me I've gotta do all this again." The tall blonde scowls fiercely, though the expression is, of course, concealed by the darkness. "Damn it, Miguel, you told me you'd checked the circuits."
[20:40] <@uhrwerk> "Uh, Cherice?" a reedy voice thick with Texan twang sounds from the woman's walkie talkie, "That you playin' round up there?"
[20:42] <Cherice_Martin> She mutters something... unkind, in a language that few if any passerby would understand, and then nearly jumps out of her skin at the walkie-talkie. She fumbles at her belt and depresses the button. "Yeah, 'cause I just love twiddling around in the dark with my head up this ceiling and m'thumbs in my ass. Thought you said you tested this."
[20:43] <@uhrwerk> "Hey now sugar, simmer down. I know you ain't never fubar'd a job. I'll send some boys round to the electrical room to check things out. "
[20:44] <@uhrwerk> His voice trails off, but not before you hear him mutter to himself, "Damndest thing, though. The generator should've kicked on..."
[20:46] <Cherice_Martin> She'd grumble again but then shrugs and figures it isn't worth getting mad over. Old places like this have finicky wiring, after all.
[20:46] <Cherice_Martin> It's just difficult when you've been working on it for the last ten hours with no breaks except the ladies' restroom down the hallway.
[20:48] <@uhrwerk> Down a floor and into the lobby now, where we catch up with Mike "Miguel" Sanchez, second-generation Mexican immigrant and Cherice's favorite subcontractor. Pushing 30, slightly overweight, and currently giving his boys a dressing down that would make a sailor blush. With a final "Just fix the goddamned fucking generator panel, you sons of putas!" he sends them off to the basement door
[20:52] <Cherice_Martin> In goes Mook Number O... er... that poor bastard who always has to go first in these situations, cheap flashlight in hand, opening the door into the basement where the generator panel's located.
[20:52] <Miles_Brandenburg> Jesus descended into the darkness of the basement, this was the best job he had gotten all year, that really wasn't saying much. He should have gone into dental assisting like that commercial said he should go into.
[20:53] <Tanya_Greene> Dan the unsirnamed follows his comrades, sweeping his mag-lite back and forth in the relative darkness of the basement.
[20:55] <@uhrwerk> Cramped would be a good word for this basement. The Wonderful World of Tentinus would be another. Instead of tossing out all the old machinery, the city decided that it would be more expedient to just leave it all in place. (Gotta love lowest bidder contracting) Which explains why your view deeper into the basement is blocked by a giant 1930's style boiler tank
[20:56] <James_Sessenwick> Richard also had no sirname, but that didn't stop him from cursing about his boss, and his sister, and her mother, and all soerts of ther things that would no doubt get him hushed, if not arrested, in public. Thankfully, most the crew agreed.
[20:56] <@uhrwerk> In the distance, you swear that you hear something making furtive skittering noises. Probably just a cat. Or a bum. But you hope it's the former.
[20:56] <Tanya_Greene> "Man, what the hell do they do with all this shit?" Dan grumbles as his mag-lite beam pans over the boiler.
[20:57] <Miles_Brandenburg> Jesus had his own problems, he'd knocked up the wrong bitch at the club, the kind that would actually press for childcare and wanted to keep the baby, the system had his balls in a vice.
[20:58] <Cherice_Martin> "You got me, ese." Sweep, sweep, goes the light. The skittering's probably just a rat, but he crosses himself anyway before advancing.
[21:00] <@uhrwerk> The electrical cabinet is behind a rusty chain-link fence, and you can tell at once that it's a late addition to all the clutter. How? The fact that it still gleams under your flashlight beam. Gleams, that is, except where dark splotches cover the breakers
[21:04] <@uhrwerk> ((Awareness check time nao!))
[21:04] <Tanya_Greene> Dan makes his way toward the chain link fence, almost tripping on a piece of low-level clutter. He shines his flashlight on the splotchy breakers, and squints at them.
[21:04] <James_Sessenwick> "This is some bullshit, anyways. Why we gotta be dealing with this shit? Fuckin' fatass motherfucker..." Robert the Likely-To-Die-First would head for the fence as well.
[21:05] <Cherice_Martin> Oscar (he has a name!) grumbles to himself too, because the boss is always the least popular guy on details like this.
[21:10] <Plentimon> Tanya_Greene (4), 9, 4, 6, 4, Successes : 1
[21:10] <Tanya_Greene> ((Dan gets one sux even with WoD's system. >>))
[21:10] <James_Sessenwick> roll 4#1d10
[21:10] <Plentimon> James_Sessenwick rolled --> 3, 3, 3, 5
[21:10] <James_Sessenwick> (None.)
[21:10] <Cherice_Martin> roll 4#1d10
[21:10] <Plentimon> Cherice_Martin rolled --> 7, 4, 5, 2
[21:10] <Cherice_Martin> (No sux! Whoo!)
[21:10] <Cherice_Martin> (XD They are so dead, poor little mookymooks.)
[21:12] <@uhrwerk> Actually, you all notice a lot of splotches. In fact, what you originally took for rust has started to ... drip. Dan, you realize this is because the splotches? They're growing.
[21:12] <Cherice_Martin> (Ut ohs.)
[21:13] <Tanya_Greene> "... Man, what the fuck!" Dan jumps back.
[21:13] <Tanya_Greene> "Look at that!" he points at the 'growing' splotches.
[21:13] <Cherice_Martin> "...The fuck is that?"
[21:13] <Cherice_Martin> Oscar leans in closer with the flashlight for a better look.
[21:14] <Miles_Brandenburg> "Hey man what if this is one of those crazy ass funguses, y'know those stories?"
[21:14] <@uhrwerk> As Oscar leans in for a good look, an arm extrudes from the blotch and grabs at him
[21:15] <Tanya_Greene> "This is a hospital, man, they wouldn't have no brain-eating funguses in the basement, would they?"
[21:15] <Cherice_Martin> "Gah!!" D:
[21:15] <@uhrwerk> roll 6#1d10
[21:15] <Plentimon> uhrwerk rolled --> 8, 7, 10, 8, 4, 3
[21:15] <Tanya_Greene> "!!!!" Dan shines his flashlight on Oscar, and his eyes go wide, like dishplates.
[21:15] <Cherice_Martin> Oscar does the smart thing and jumps back, swearing a mile a minute in Spanish. Or tries to.
[21:16] <Miles_Brandenburg> "MADRE DE DIO!"
[21:16] <James_Sessenwick> "Oh fuck that! If that motherfucker won't even give us insurance for workin' at a -" he looked intio the light, at the hand. "WHAT THE FUCK?!"
[21:16] <@uhrwerk> Additional hands slither up around his ankles, rooting him to the spot. The original arm takes another swing at Oscar's face, this time successfully palming it in a strong, unrelenting grip
[21:17] <Miles_Brandenburg> "Every man for himself!"
[21:18] <Cherice_Martin> Terrified beyond any rational thought, Oscar begins to scream, flailing as he tries once again to extricate himself from the grip of... whatever is gripping him.
[21:18] <James_Sessenwick> Robert's momma didn't raise no fools. He's bolting for the exit.
[21:19] <Tanya_Greene> "What the fuck do we do now, man!?" Dan panicks, almost bolting, then looks at Robert, and bolts after him.
[21:19] <Miles_Brandenburg> Jesus begins to backing against the closest wall from his screaming workmate. "Fuck fuck fuck"
[21:19] <@uhrwerk> The hand just keeps squeezing. The strength behind it is like a hydraulic vice. Eventually, Oscar can hear his own cheekbones creak
[21:20] <@uhrwerk> Jesus feels something wet and slippery against his ear, and a numbing sensation runs down his spine
[21:21] <Cherice_Martin> The screams are at a pitch that could shatter crystal now, as the doomed workman starts slamming his flashlight against the thing. Pain sparks through his cracking skull but it's a very distant sort of pain, due to the sheer amount of adrenaline in his system.
[21:21] <Miles_Brandenburg> Jesus begins to scream and he feels something wet run down his leg and he batted at the feeling.
[21:21] <Tanya_Greene> "Run faster, man, we gotta get the fuck outta here!" Dan makes a terrifying yell at Robert.
[21:22] <Miles_Brandenburg> "FUCK SHIT! FUCK SHIT!"
[21:22] <@uhrwerk> Oscar's screams reach a crescendo pitch at the instant his skull pops in the... thing's hand. His brains and blood form a gory peacock on the wall beside the breaker box, but that's not the worst of it. The arm draws Oscar down INTO the blotch, even as his body twitches its last
[21:23] <Cherice_Martin> (Bye-bye Oscar.)
[21:23] <James_Sessenwick> Robert's already running as fast as he can, hardly even registering obstacles like doors in his way. The sheer adrenaline, the thunderous pounding in his chest as he puts everything into getting away from the thing currently crushing a coworker to death.
[21:23] <@uhrwerk> James runs full-tilt into a blank, brick wall at the top of the stairs
[21:23] <@uhrwerk> (Er, Robert)
[21:24] <Miles_Brandenburg> If Jesus's pants weren't dirty before now they were as he is painted in the fresh liquids of his coworker.
[21:24] <Tanya_Greene> Dan is hot on his heels, running as fast as the unskilled handyman can go. He completely doesn't register that Robert stopped, and slams right into him.
[21:25] <@uhrwerk> A low, gutteral laugh filters through the basement as a skinless head, rendered in gore, extrudes itself from the wall beside Jesus' left ear
[21:26] <James_Sessenwick> The resulting "Fuck!" is only muffled by the sound of a body slamming itself into a much harder surface. He falls backwards, nose broken and trailing blood from it and a cracked out tooth, likely on to Dan.
[21:27] <Miles_Brandenburg> Jesus has lost his voice and is screaming in voiceless horror at the face that has erupted from the wall beside him.
[21:27] <Tanya_Greene> Dan yells in panic as his shirt is (quite lightly) bloodied by Robert's nose. He staggers backward and falls down the stairs, flashlight clattering down the stairwell, it's lightbulb breaking halfway down.
[21:28] <@uhrwerk> Jesus can only watch as its ruined mouth shudders open and a long, pustulant tongue slithers out
[21:30] <Cherice_Martin> (Ewww. D:)
[21:30] <Miles_Brandenburg> Jesus now with his eyes flashing before his eyes think for a moment. 'I would have named her Lupe...'
[21:30] <@uhrwerk> An arm grows out of the wall, giving itself form even as it clutches around the poor man's chest
[21:30] <James_Sessenwick> Robert blinks most the ache out of his head, and is immediately pounding at the wall, mind not entirely registering that it's a solid brick wall. "Fucking get us the hell out of here!"
[21:31] <@uhrwerk> (Hey Robert, give me an Awareness check at a -2 penalty, please)
[21:31] <Tanya_Greene> Dan slowly gets back onto his hands and knees, fumbling around for his broken flashlight, breathing quickly and heavily, half-paralyzed with fear.
[21:31] <James_Sessenwick> roll 2#1d10
[21:31] <Plentimon> James_Sessenwick rolled --> 6, 7
[21:33] <@uhrwerk> The thing's lips curl into a mockery of a smile as it lowers them to Jesus' neck... Just as he takes a bite, all the radios in the room burst into feedback
[21:33] <Cherice_Martin> (o_o)
[21:34] <Tanya_Greene> Dan freaks out, his hand going from slow and shaky to fast and spazmatic, accidently sending his flashlight even farther down the stairs. He resolves to simply leave it behind and try to stumble back up toward Robert.
[21:35] <Cherice_Martin> "Ow! What the..." Back upstairs, in the nice normal and not at all fraught with otherworldly peril second-floor ceiling, Cherice knocks her head against plaster at the sudden spurt of feedback on the walkie-talkie.
[21:38] <James_Sessenwick> Robert doesn't look at his radio as it screams static at him. "Help me! What the fuck is going on with that radio?!"
[21:39] * Cherice_Martin depresses the button on the radio. "Hey, is everything all right down there, Miguel?"
[21:39] <@uhrwerk> The static cuts out as quickly as it started, leaving a ringing silence in its wake. A ringing silence, and Jesus' head sitting in a puddle of blood
[21:40] <Cherice_Martin> "Guh. =_=;" Shake of the head, back on the belt the radio goes. "They don't stop playin' around down there, I'll go kick some work ethic into 'em."
[21:40] <Cherice_Martin> Click goes the flashlight as she goes back to work humming a song under her breath.
[21:41] <Tanya_Greene> Finally understanding that yes, they had Radios, thanks to Jesus' demise... Dan fumbles for his radio, pressing the PTT and yelling "It killed Oscar, FUCKING HELP, MAN, THE DOOR IS GONE!"
[21:41] <@uhrwerk> Jesus' head rolls upright on its ragged stump to whisper in time with a quiet, raspy voice coming from the radios, "Tu Fui, Ego Eris"
[21:42] <Tanya_Greene> His voice is the absolute polar opposite of heroic, or even sane.
[21:59] <James_Sessenwick> Robert has likely broken at least one finger as he ceaseless, relentlessly pounds on the wall, voice going horse. "You gotta fucking help us!"
[22:00] <@uhrwerk> For Robert and Robert alone, the wall... dissolves, brick by grimy brick. To reveal a void resounding with screams. A sloshing sound comes from deep below.
[22:02] <@uhrwerk> The sloshing resolves into words... endless chants of "Dona Nobis Pacem."
[22:02] <James_Sessenwick> Robert almost falls forward as this happens. With another, resounding "FUCK!", Robert steps back, falls on his ass, and begins to scramble away from the entrance to the void. "I don't wanna die...!"
[22:03] <@uhrwerk> The void... follows. The stone, the floor, even the metal of the staircase all dissolve in front of him, keeping pace with his mad scramble
[22:06] <James_Sessenwick> Robert continues to scramble crab-style away from this void, his shouting of increasingly louder "FUCK!"s only making his throat more and more hoarse. Not that he'll need it where he's going.
[22:07] <@uhrwerk> As the ground crumbles around Robert's legs, we fade to black. Several minutes later, the Hospital's backup generator snaps to life. Miguel radios out to his team that they've done enough for one night and to take off early to be with their families.
[22:09] <Cherice_Martin> "Hey, Miguel. Heading out?" Cherice taps the button again. "Have a good'un. I'll take care of the rest. Thanks."
[22:10] <@uhrwerk> "Alright, but don't work too hard, eh chika? You go find yerself a man."
[22:11] <Cherice_Martin> A snort in response tells him what she thinks of that. "Yeah, yeah."
[22:11] <@uhrwerk> Now that the hospital is once again with power, the building's unsecured wireless network is back up. Much to the delight of one young hacker in the cafeteria...
[22:13] <Tanya_Greene> *Connection Restored*
[22:13] <Tanya_Greene> "Haha, yes!" Tanya grins, clenching her fist in mock-victory once again, putting down the small chocolate chip cookie she managed to secure as a snack while the nets were out. "About time, too..."
[22:13] <@uhrwerk> Only... She doesn't recall the network's SSID being set to some Latin gobbledygook...
[22:13] <Tanya_Greene> "The hell? Damn doctors... Playing with dead languages..."
[22:14] <@uhrwerk> For a moment, Tanya sees a vision of unspeakable horror in her laptop's screen. Thankfully it was just one of her friends Rick Rolling her.
[22:17] <Tanya_Greene> "Heh, you too." She makes a gesture at the screen, and opens her internet browser to check for whatever status updates happened in the last five minutes. OCD was a good thing when you played with programs.
[22:17] <@uhrwerk> Her botnet is just how she left it... Poised and ready to remove any server she wishes from the Internet
[22:18] <Tanya_Greene> "Exxxcellent." Tanya gives a trained wry chuckle, kicks back, and begins toying with potential target ideas for whatever mischeif she's cooked up now.
[22:22] <Miles_Brandenburg> "Look it's not like I'm into any of that shit, it's just the rash started spreading on my hands and I sure as hell don't want to start wrapping in plastic because of my fucking day job." Miles sat in the free clinic. "I mean sometimes the clients get a little zealous which is gross, I just want you to do some blood tests or what ever to make sure I don't have the plague, okay?"
[22:24] <@uhrwerk> The attractive blonde nurse smiles professionally and turns to flip through Miles' chart. "Certainly sir. Could you please tell me around when the symptoms began?"
[22:27] <Miles_Brandenburg> "I dunno maybe last night?"
[22:27] <Miles_Brandenburg> He shifted in his seat. "It's not like I do this stuff, I just make sure everyone else can safely do it, y'know?"
[22:28] <@uhrwerk> "Mhm. I'm sure it's just an allergic reaction to something, sir. You're not exhibiting any other, more telling symptoms. I'm going to give you a topical lotion, okay? If this hasn't cleared itself up in about a week, make an appointment with your physician."
[22:29] <Miles_Brandenburg> "Um... okay. Hey what are you doing later?"
[22:29] <@uhrwerk> "Not you."
[22:29] <Miles_Brandenburg> "Ouch."
[22:29] <@uhrwerk> "Now sir, I have patients waiting." She glances at the door.
[22:29] <Miles_Brandenburg> He takes the lotion and scowls. "Yeah, yeah I'm leaving ya' tool."
[22:30] * Miles_Brandenburg exits the office.
[22:30] <@uhrwerk> "Have a happy halloween! ... pervert."
[22:30] <Miles_Brandenburg> "...Prude."
[22:34] <@uhrwerk> On his way out of the clinic, Miles walks past an unkempt teenager in a dirty hoodie, waiting to see the on-call physician. Likely the dirty, bloody bandage wrapped around his right hand might have something to do with this.
[22:34] <Tanya_Greene> *click, click* Tanya queries the silly latin-SSID'd network for it's operating capacity, number of PCs logged in, or whatever it'll give her without being an admin.
[22:35] <@uhrwerk> As far as she can tell, there's only a single other PC on the network... A PC with open shares
[22:36] <Tanya_Greene> "Huh... Quite a network." She sarcastically whispers to herself, selecting the only open PC.
[22:37] <@uhrwerk> The folder is password protected (easily bypassed, but give me an Int + Computer roll)
[22:37] <Tanya_Greene> roll 8#1d10
[22:37] <Plentimon> Tanya_Greene rolled --> 10, 5, 10, 6, 3, 5, 10, 3
[22:37] <Tanya_Greene> roll 3#1d10
[22:37] <Plentimon> Tanya_Greene rolled --> 9, 8, 6
[22:37] <Tanya_Greene> ((5 sux?))
[22:38] <James_Sessenwick> Said teenager's currently fidgeting with his hoodie, trying to ignore how bright and clean and strerile everything is, and how even dirtier that makes him look in comparison. Fidget, twitch.
[22:38] <@uhrwerk> (Oh yeah, you're good. It's just a windows smb password. ;)
[22:39] <@uhrwerk> The folder contains a couple dozen randomly-named jpeg images. Either someone dumped the memory of a digital camera, or they've been browsing 4chan. Either way, it could be paydirt
[22:40] <Tanya_Greene> "Well well..." clicky, "What've we got here?" Tanya thinks to herself, licking her lips with a small smile as she enters mysteryPCland.
[22:40] <@uhrwerk> Down the hall, the nurses page James into an examining room
[22:41] <@uhrwerk> The images are grainy and highly compressed, but they're of what appears to be an autopsy... But there's something subtly wrong about the scene
[22:42] <Tanya_Greene> Tanya deftly generates a new folder on her desktop, shift clicks the directory, and copies them to said folder, looking up and making sure she isn't being watched before checking out the pictures in detail.
[22:43] <@uhrwerk> A body rests on an examining table in the middle of a brightly lit room with a poster of Garfield on the wall.
[22:44] <James_Sessenwick> James would head along to the room he was paged to. He tapped along the side of his pants, thumbing at the logo. He normally wasn't this twtichy - but how clean this place was did bother him a little.
[22:44] <@uhrwerk> James is ushered into an almost blindingly bright examination room. The light gleaming off the steel cabinets and instruments is almost blinding, but as his vision clears he finds himself staring at an orange cartoon cat.
[22:45] <@uhrwerk> (Hey Tanya, how about an Awareness check?)
[22:45] <James_Sessenwick> He blinks at the cat. A few times. And after trying to think of a logical reason for it, he fianally speaks. "...What?"
[22:46] <Tanya_Greene> roll 5#1d10
[22:46] <Plentimon> Tanya_Greene rolled --> 1, 6, 9, 10, 3
[22:46] <Tanya_Greene> roll 1#1d10
[22:46] <Plentimon> Tanya_Greene rolled --> 3
[22:46] <Tanya_Greene> ((2))
[22:46] <@uhrwerk> "It makes the patients feel more comfortable, Mr... Sessenwisk, was it?" Speaks an even, cultured voice from behind him
[22:47] <@uhrwerk> Tanya wonders why an autopsy would take place in a regular examination room, and why the edges of the incisions are so rough
[22:47] <James_Sessenwick> "Yes. James Sessenwick." He'd comment, turning to face the source of the voice.
[22:48] <@uhrwerk> "Good, Good. I'm Doctor Ashton. I'll be... examining you today." The physician, a tall, gaunt man, smiles tightly and settles his round spectacles on his nose.
[22:48] <Tanya_Greene> She switches to the next photo, eyebrow crooking in a "what the hell are they doing here?" style look.
[22:49] <@uhrwerk> One of the images lets out a silent scream, turning toward Tanya with a pleading look in its eyes. Despite clearly being a JPEG, of course.
[22:50] <James_Sessenwick> He nods. "It's nothing major, I don't think. It's just on my hand, which makes it hard for it to heal... here." He would offer the bandaged limb, hoping he doesn't ask where he jacked the amazingly clean medical supplies.
[22:51] <Tanya_Greene> "..." She closes the window with a reflexive alt-F4, and takes a deep breath. "... Heh... Nice trick, guys."
[22:51] <@uhrwerk> "Of course, Mr. Sessenwick. Let's take a good look at that, shall we?" Cool, precise fingers unwind the bandages.
[22:51] <Tanya_Greene> She right clicks the file, and checks it's properties. No way this thing was *really* a .jpeg.
[22:51] <@uhrwerk> Doctor Ashton licks his lips as the wound is exposed
[22:52] <Tanya_Greene> Filesize was probably huge, for something like that.
[22:52] <@uhrwerk> Nope. Jpeg. Less than 200k.
[22:53] <Tanya_Greene> "..." she clicks the file back open, to see if it does it again.
[22:54] <@uhrwerk> The image is mostly the same. Mostly, if you discount the fact that the body has been replaced with a man-shaped bundle of sticks.
[22:54] * Tanya_Greene blinks.
[22:55] <Tanya_Greene> She takes a look at the filename, just for the heck of it.
[22:56] <@uhrwerk> 20071031_TuFuiEgoEris.jpeg
[22:56] <Tanya_Greene> "Tu Fui Ego Eris? That damn latin again..." She brings up IE, and Googles both the meaning of Tu Fui Ego Eris, and the SSID name of the server.
[22:58] <@uhrwerk> The SSID, ave atque vale, means "Hail and farewell!" The other phrase, "As I am, so shall you be."
[23:00] <Tanya_Greene> "Man... Sticks... Gravestone inscription on the network? Somebody here is depraved." Tanya thinks to herself, re-opening the first picture. Those rough incisions, could they be because the guy was actually... Uh...
[23:01] <Tanya_Greene> Something he shouldn't have been, in any case.
[23:02] <@uhrwerk> "Mr. Sessenwick, I'm disappointed. You really should have come to me sooner. Please, lie down. This could be serious."
[23:03] <James_Sessenwick> "It's... it's just my hand..." He says, confused. Was the cut that bad? He'd lay down on the table, looking over at the doctor.
[23:04] <@uhrwerk> "Your hand has gone bad, I'm afraid. It calls for immediate and decisive treatment."
[23:05] <James_Sessenwick> "...Wait, what?" James sits up, looking at his hand and then the doctor. "No, I can still feel it, it still works..."
[23:06] <@uhrwerk> "Please sir, lie down."
[23:07] <James_Sessenwick> "No! You are not cutting my hand off! It doesn't even hurt that bad, I just came here because I can't get the wound to close!" He's actually standing up now.
[23:08] <@uhrwerk> "Sir. Lie. Down." Something flashes in his eyes and you feel the surface of the examination table attracting you, as sure as gravity.
[23:08] <@uhrwerk> (Time to resist mental domination, Mark! XD)
[23:09] <James_Sessenwick> roll 5#1d10
[23:09] <Plentimon> James_Sessenwick rolled --> 8, 9, 3, 2, 10
[23:09] <James_Sessenwick> roll 1#1d10
[23:09] <Plentimon> 4,1James_Sessenwick rolled --> 7
[23:10] <James_Sessenwick> (3!)
[23:12] <James_Sessenwick> James grabs his backpack and, unless this guy manages to somehow grab him, bolts for the door. "Fucking crazy doctor wants to take my hand!"
[23:13] <@uhrwerk> roll 7#1d10
[23:13] <Plentimon> 4,1uhrwerk rolled --> 10, 1, 3, 3, 1, 9, 6
[23:13] <@uhrwerk> roll 1#1d10
[23:13] <Plentimon> 4,1uhrwerk rolled --> 8
[23:14] <@uhrwerk> As you bum rush past him, Doctor Ashton manages to get a grip on the hood of your sweatshirt. However, a moment's struggle and you're free
[23:21] <@uhrwerk> Of course, a grubby teenager running full tilt out of an exam room draws attention. You're not 50 feet down the hall when a firm voice tells you to stop and turn around
[23:22] <James_Sessenwick> Perhaps stupidly, James would look over his shoulder for the moment to see who's calling him. But really, the kid moves way too fast for most. Had things been different, he'd likely have gone to college on a track scholarship.
[23:23] <@uhrwerk> And too fast for the elderly security guard to go chasing through the hospital
[23:25] <@uhrwerk> With that, I think we're going to fade to a "To Be Continued..." sign for this week. I'm zonked and need sleep.