Sunday, November 6, 2016

The Omega Girl: Chapter One - Who You Callin' Crazy?

November 4th, 20XX
Location: Urban/Suburbs
Weather: [6] Bright Sunny Day, +1 Luck for the day
Encounter Counter (roll of this or less means an encounter): 1 [7]
Starting Food/Drink: 1/1

So this morning was the first sunrise I've seen in ages. Being stuck in that smelly compound was great for safety from crazies and... well, it was safe from crazies. Wasn't the best for fresh air and exercise, you know? Turns out something got in - probably some moron leaving the airlock open again - and things got even more stinky than usual. Like a big hole full of sick people coughing, wheezing, and excreting bodily fluids from various orifices kind of stank. Of course that turned pretty rapidly into the smell of rotting bodies so maybe I need to better appreciate the small things. Like how I'm apparently immune to the Sick (that's what we called it - the Sick is the flu that wiped almost everyone out a while back). Yay for me!

What's a gal to do in a compound-turned-mausoleum? Grab a gun and skedaddle, that's what. This jerkface Vincent told us all off about a week ago and made a break for it through the main doors before we could stop him. Not that I wanted to - if you want to go play with the crazies I'm cool with that. Best guess is that he ran East, so that's where I'm headed. I might find him and hurt him a lot, or we might become besties. I don't really plan ahead.

Anywho. I found a bombed out gun store on the outskirts of town - I know right?! Small thing: appreciated. Nothing of use there except some fancy new clothes for Dolly - a grip, some sights, a sling. All very posh. She looks way hawt now. She's single but as soon as the right guy shows up she's going to be all over him like an automatic assault rifle. Which makes sense, I guess. Because she is - but don't bring it up. She's sensitive about that sort of stuff.

After clothes shopping, we hit up a not-totally-destroyed restaurant. Best I can tell from the letters left on the sign, it used to be a Taco Bowl. Further supporting evidence includes finding a fairly delicious stash of unopened tortilla shells, Taco Bowl brand flavored water (assorted flavors but jalapeno is totes my favs), and a stack of mostly-clean TB uniforms I used as padding for a lovely little sleeping nest. No sombreros yet though - something to look out for, I suppose. I also rigged up the stove again. It needs wood or something to burn but hey... tacos. Can't argue with that!

Sleep time. Maybe. Dolly snores something awful when she eats spicy foods...
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Concept: Felicita will be a young woman who is the remaining survivor of a guerilla camp. Flu-like symptoms took over the entire group and all died in a matter of days, leaving Felicita with her choice of supplies... and no small amount of sorrow or trauma and she carried it past, or removed it from, the bodies of her fallen comrades. That was a week ago. Her knowledge of the world is largely framed by her experience since the Virus, meaning a close adherence to assymetrical strategies in and out of combat for longterm survival. She mourns the loss of her 'family' but was well-prepared to strike out on her own. With the colder weather coming (as evidenced by a recent blizzard), however, she needs to establish her own base of operations before too long. I'll use the Guerilla stats for her and see how that works out, and maybe I'll roll on the Relationships table to see how she relates to poor Vince (who may just be very badly frozen instead of straight up dead if story requires it...). I'll need a name for this city eventually...

Step 2, 3: 12pts to assign to Traits, (Brains x 6)pts to Skills
Agility 4
-Acrobatics 1
-Larceny 2
-Range 3
Brains 3
-Build 1
-Medecine 1
-Science 1
Constitution 3
-Drive 1
-Melee 1
-Survival 2
Demeanor 2
-Entertain
-Leadership 2
-Tame
Stealth 4
Perception 3
Athletics 3
Socialize 2

Step 4:
Speed = 7
XP = 3
Carry = (/18)
Luck = (2/2)
Defenses = Block (1), Dodge (1), Reflex (3)
Health = Head/Arms/Legs (3/3/3), Torso (6)
Weapon ATK = (Melee or Range + whatever mods)
Psyche = 2 dots from crazy

Step 5: Abilities (use Brains x 6=18)
[3] Favorite Weapon (AK-47)
[3] Weapon Training (+1ATK for AK-47)
[9] Recoil Compensation (ignore Rapid RATK penalties)
[3] Cold Acclimated (+1hr CR)

Step 6: Gear
Clothes, Backpack, Knife, Food can, Water bottle
Armor = Cargo Pants (6x1, AR1, Sz1, Legs), Hiking Boots (AR2, Sz2, Legs, CR, FR, Tread 3)
Melee Weapons = Machete (DMG3, Sz2, Chop)
Ranged Weapons = AK-47 (DMG8, RngL, Sz4, 2h, Rapid, 7.62, 30/30) w/ Suppressor (9# Perception to hear, silent beyond RngS, Sz1)
MGL = [6, 3, 6] Toy car (6rnds@Speed10 on flat surface, Sz1), [6, 1, 3] Suppressor
Total Weight = AK-47 [4] + Toy car [1] + Machete [2] + Cargo Pants [1] + Hiking Boots [2] + Knife [1] + Food Can [1] + Water Bottle [1] + 50rds 7.62 FMJ [1] = 14/18

Relationship to Vince: [4,1] Had a falling out. That works well since Vince woke up with amnesia. Maybe he used to run with the same group but left weeks ago, basically earning a little vendetta on himself from anyone who happened to spot him. I'm not even sure she'll ever actually discover him but maybe a cute reference or something would be alright.

Felicita Rada Pesty
(Italian "happiness", Russian "happy, willing", Hungarian "from Pest, which in turns means furnace, oven")

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November 4th, 20XX
Location: Urban/Suburbs
Weather: [6] Bright Sunny Day, +1 Luck for the day
Encounter Counter (roll of this or less means an encounter): 1 [7]
Starting Food/Drink: 1/1

000-0600: Sleep 6hrs (8 total)
0600: Explore the outskirts! Found... [2, 5] a GUN STORE!
((Wow, okay. So when I don't load up the characters, they die before finding cool stuff (except that one time my guy found an ice axe - those are amazing weapons) but when I bend the rules a little... they find buildings full of guns. Good to know. Is it looted already though? I feel like it probably is...))
Perception vs. 6# to spend 15min to find something... [4]+3... Found [4] of [5] GUN ACCESSORIES.
((I rolled to see what of the three categories we'd find something in, and then since there are 10 items in that category I rolled a d10 four times to see what came up.))
Felicita found: [10] a Three-Point Sling, [7] a Laser, [6] a Holosight, and [4] a Foregrip.
((None of these add Size to the weapon and all are helpful, so I'll grab them all! Let's see if we find anything else...))
Perception vs. 6# to spend 15min to find something... [2]+3... Nothing!
((No worries. We're really loaded for some gunslingin' now! Being aware of how quickly the weather can kill us now, and also RPing that Felicita is looking to establish a base, it makes sense to get to work on that soon. We need food and water but the base is probably more important. Let's see what building is near the gun shop that we might be able to use - the shop might be too high-profile for hiding.))
0630: Explore the area for a better base... [4, 6] a Restaurant.
((Hmm. Might have some food, and certainly has something we can use for a Stove - we'll roll on the MCSV Oracle for that one.))
Perception vs. 3# to spend 15min to find something... auto-success!... Found [2] of [2] Food.
Perception vs. 6# to spend 15min to find something... auto-success!... Found [6] of [2] Food.
Perception vs. 6# to spend 15min to find something... auto-success!... Found [3] of [4] Water.
Perception vs. 6# to spend 15min to find something... auto-success!... Found [4] of [2] Food.
((Okay, that's definitely enough for a couple days. We can search more later if needed. Now a Stove. I'm going to rule that if you can make one out of parts, you can make one out of an industrial oven just as easily, but Insulation and Fuel/Wood and all the other things - except a bed, which should totally be made out of booth parts. I will, however, let Felicita take the TIME to build each, so that'll be considerable. We'll save the Oracle for later though because I'm sure we'll need it.))
0730-1930: Building a WOOD STOVE
1930-2230: Building a BED
2230-0000: Sleep 1.5hrs
Ate/Drank?: 1/1
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...and now we meet who I sincerely hope will be our main character, Felicita. Who knows what wacky hijinks are in store?!

Me. I do. And they are so wacky. Much wack.

With Brightest of (Taco Bowl Jalepeno-Flavored Water) Greens,
BW

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