New Hope City: 5150

Year1, Month 3, Week 2
WeenRs and Dicks

The stress of the previous month had finally started to pass, so I invited Gerodd to meet me at my place and we’d go to Pub & Rec and get wasted.

We chatted as we walked and I bought us a couple of dogs from the WeenR truck. I got distracted flirting with the WeenR lady, and apparently by not making the obvious joke I managed to impress her. I got her comlink address and promised to text her.


Up the street, we saw some suit being harassed by NHC ‘s finest. We weren’t going to get involved, of course, but I made eye contact with the guy and gave him a look that said, “Man, cops, ammiright?”

While Gerodd and I traded theories on what the suit might have gotten himself into, we ran right into an angry guy in a lab coat. He clutched the small cooler he was carrying to his chest and started screaming obscenities at us, accusing us of trying to rob him. That would ordinarily earn him a beating, on principle, but with the cops right behind us we just hurried up the street and out of sight.


We were getting near P&R proper, where the drinks would be more expensive, so we stopped by a small bar to get a cheap head-start on our drunk. Unfortunately, the waitress wouldn’t give us the time of day. Finally we went on our way, making a big stink on the way out about the quality of service. (Gerodd flipped a table! That dude is nuts!)


Now Gerodd was all pissy, so he went home. Great. Now I needed a drink more than ever. On to P&R!

Hopefully, the rest of our night would go better.

[Travel Encounter (Chillin’) on the way to Chillin’ Encounter in Pub & Rec in Evening, Street, 5 PEFs]
[PEF 1 = Something?]
[PEF 2 = 3 guys on a hot-dog truck]
[Bought Gerodd a cheap dinner as a party favor]
[PEF 3 = CEO talking to two cops]
[Exchanged pleasantries while passing through]
[PEF 4 = Lab assistant carrying a cooler]
[Bumped him. Accused us of trying to rob him. Cops nearby, so kept moving][FAIL!]
[PEF 5 = Waiter]
[Tried to buy a drink, but got the cold shoulder][FAIL]
[No REP loss, but Gerodd leaves the band. Bummer.]

Year1, Month 3, Week 1
Hell Hath No Furry...

I was in Midland Terrace on some business when I cut through an alley (never a good idea, it seems) and ran into Luzee.

We’d been dating for a few months and then she started noticing some discrepancies in her accounts. Accountants, they notice these things. I still don’t know how she thought I was involved. Sure, sometimes I take things that aren’t mine, but I’m not exactly smart enough for embezzlement. On the other hand, I’m too smart to pull that kind of crap on a Zhuh-Zhuh chick. That’s just asking for melodrama followed by a dislocated shoulder.

Well, here she was again, angry and accompanied by some friends of hers, spoiling for a fight. It didn’t look like this was going to be my week…

Hey, Luzee… er, nice to see you again! Did you lose weigh… er, um, nice outfit!” I stammered.

Don’t try your smooth talk on me, you jerk,” she growled. A couple of her companions traded looks that questioned her idea of what constituted “smooth talk”.

You’ve been stealing from me again.

Baby,” I pleaded, “You’ve got it all wrong. I mean, I haven’t even seen you in months. How am I stealing from you? I’m not a netrunner or nothing. And look at me, do I look like I’ve got money? My life’s been crap since you kicked me out.

I tried to look small, which wasn’t hard with her. I sighed and said, “I suppose you brought these guys to rough me up. Well, that seems to be my luck now. Let’s get it over with.

She seemed frustrated, the fur on her cheeks bristling a bit.

“Good Gaea, you’re pathetic. Nevermind, guys. Let’s go.” Her friends seemed more bored than disappointed. They shrugged and followed her out of the alley. “Don’t let me catch you around here again!” she shouted without looking back.

[Involuntary Confrontation, Midland Terrace, Daytime, 2/3, Personal]

[Success (PEP Challenge)! But no PEP increase. :( ]


Year 1, Month 2, Week 2
Confrontation and Burglary!

First things first, I needed to get some protection. Almost dying didn’t sit well with me, also I didn’t like Gerodd making me look like a wimp. So as soon as I was able, I picked up an armored jacket. Nothing too fancy, but not ugly, either.

I decided to wait a bit before getting back into the action, to give me a chance to heal and to plan. Finally, the time had come. Word on the street was that a local gang had just sold off a ton of smuggled Star Army guns. With some legwork and some luck, I was able to find out that these guys hid out in a first-ring restaurant called “Supreme”. We stopped by the local bar and I bought us a few rounds for “courage”, and then we started walking downtown.


The guy from that gang

Aw, man! Not this guy again! One of the gangers from last month recognized us and cornered us in an alley between an Aklets Gym and a Green. We talked trash to one another for a minute before the ganger got frustrated and drew on us. His shot went wide and I took the opportunity to duck behind a dumpster. Gerodd, to his credit, just stood there looking like a bad-ass.

Unfortunately, that also made him an attractive target. The ganger plugged him twice, though Gerodd only noticed the second one, which sent him to the ground, clutching his side.

Not to be outdone, I quickly drew my piece and snapped off a couple of shots at the ganger’s center of mass. He dropped with a grunt. I ran over and kicked his gun away, and then gave him a solid kick as well, on principle.

“Dude. Not cool!” he grunted weakly.

As much as that made me want to kick him more, I had to drag Gerodd ’s heavy ass out of the ally and hide before the cops arrived.

Thinking back on it, I really could have handled the situation better. I decided that I should watch what I say to people in the future. At least when I’m sober.

[Pub & Rec, Daytime, PEF 1, LAW 2, Not Drunk]

[Travel Confrontation, 1 REP 4 Ganger, Success, +1 PEP]

[Ganger dies (oops!) but at least nobody called the cops on me.]

[Gerodd recovers normally, Keeping it Together ties]

Turns out that Gerodd was just grazed (wuss), and I was able to convince him (barely) to stick it out. Things would get better eventually, especially if he’d learn to take cover when people started shooting at him.

His laugh made his side hurt, which made him punch me, which nearly changed our plans right then and there. I’m OK, though. :)

We got to Pub & Rec and looked around. Not much happening during the day. Nighttime is when the freaks come out to play. We dropped into a run-down bar for another pick-me-up because, hey, we’re in Pub & Rec, so why not? Then we kept our heads down and our feet moving, trying not to look out of place as we made for the restaurant.

We nearly jumped out of our skins when a dolled-up Razor popped out of an alley beside us. She wasn’t thrilled, either, and I suspect we narrowly avoided getting brain-blasted. But we kept our distance and she kept a tight hold of her purse and everything was fine.

Finally, Supreme was in sight. Time to get our sneak on! We crept around the back of the restaurant and jimmied a lock on a service door, revealing…

…one lonely schmo eating a sandwich in a back room by the freezers. Seems like sneaking in was overkill.

We completely had the drop on this poor guy, and the two of us standing there in the outline of the doorway waving guns around was too much for him. After falling out of his chair he curled up on the floor, so I had Gerogg pick him up lock him in the freezer. We looted the place and found the cash and some booze and a bootleg copy of STARMA 6 for the IntelliStation, which we also took.


It’s all about the credits…

We could hear the poor guy in the freezer bawling as we left.

Then we went back to my place and played STARMA. It was awesome!

Little did we know that the crybaby must have called the cops. Who does that? Now they were out looking for us.

The very next day, two cops came to my place and “invited” me to come talk to them downtown. Silently cursing myself for leaving that jerk alive, I smiled and politely followed them to their waiting squad car.

They grilled me for a couple of hours. They totally thought I did it, but I learned my lesson last time and I politely lied to them about my activities for the last few days.

“No, sir, I didn’t threaten anybody with a gun.”

“No, sir, I didn’t steal from a restaurant.”

“No, sir, I don’t know how that guy got locked in a freezer.”

Frustrated, they eventually let me go. (Whew!)

[Pub & Rec, Daytime, PEF 1, LAW 2, Not Drunk]

[Raid (Burglary), 1 REP 4 Ganger, Success! Gerogg +1 REP!]

[Gerogg is happy and won’t check KiT after the next encounter]


Year 1, Month 1, Week 2
Scoping for recruits

It had been nearly a year since I’d first arrived here. Time to make this town mine.

I headed down the street from my apartment to MagaDee’s to get a breakfast burger and to look for new “associates”. The streets were pretty empty this early in the morning, but Lower Polariston is a rough neighborhood, so it’s best to keep your eyes open. Still, no trouble. Just the usual drudges heading for work.

I got the Double Breakfast Blast and juice. While I was eating, I noticed a Zhuh-Zhuh that I’d seen around town before, cracking jokes with a couple of the employees (also Zhuh-Zhuh). I’d heard we share similar interests, so I introduced myself. Basics like me. Aliens, not so much. Plus, I miiiiiight have been a little drunk. Still, I picked up his tab and made enough of an impression that he agreed to work with me.


Gerodd the Zhuh-Zhuh

As we were walking out of the place, still talking, I saw a handful of gangers lurking near the dumpsters. I noticed them pretending not to notice us. As we got near, they reached into their jackets and pulled out pistols. My new buddy Gerodd and I drew and everybody started shooting!


Cheesy Gangers

Gerodd went down in a hail of bullets. I gotta hand it to those monkey-boys though, they don’t drop easy. By luck, a bullet meant for my head whizzed by my ear. I got the message and grabbed Gerodd, dragging him behind a parked car. I could hear sirens from somewhere not too far away.

Seriously pissed off now, I popped up from behind the car and shot the gang leader in the face. One of his gang went down, too. Unfortunately, the bullet-storm I was firing into was too much. I really don’t know how I survived. I woke up in the emergency room sometime later. Freakishly, Gerodd was already up and walking around. Tough guys, those monkey-boys.

Gerodd: Male ZZ Thief, REP 4, FIT 3, PEP 2, SAV 4, Pistol

[Lower Polariston, Early, PEF 2, LAW 1, Drunk(Dim)]

[3 REP 4 Gangers with Pistols, 1 REP 4 Ganger with a Machine Pistol]

[In Sight: Strata 1, Gerodd 2, Gangers 1,2,2,2]

[Failed Chillin’/Robbery encounter. No REP loss. I blame the alcohol.]



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