[X][Interview] Plan Distant Guilt
[X] Plan: Street Survival
[X] Plan: Street Survival
Plan voting.
MEDIC! - Trauma-Team Quest: A Cyberpunk 2020 MedTech Adventure
- Thread starter Doordox
- Start date
- Mature Sci-Fi
- Location
- USA
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Plan: Phantom Pains
[X] Plan : Doctoring skills
[X] Plan : Doctoring skills
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Plan: Phantom Pains
[X] Plan: Street Survival
[X] Plan: Street Survival
- Location
- Spain
[X][Experience] Plan Concentrate Strength
[X] Plan: Phantom Pains
[X] Plan: Phantom Pains
- Location
- United States
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] [Truth] "...Yes." Sometimes you wonder how they're doing.
[X] Guilt. You couldn't stomach it anymore.
[X] Guiding Widget and Candy through this absolute clusterfrag has improved her Leadership. [+2 Leadership]
[X] Having to shout down that Trauma Team car has definitely given Jeanne ideas about Intimidation [+2 to Intimidation]
[X] Guilt. You couldn't stomach it anymore.
[X] Guiding Widget and Candy through this absolute clusterfrag has improved her Leadership. [+2 Leadership]
[X] Having to shout down that Trauma Team car has definitely given Jeanne ideas about Intimidation [+2 to Intimidation]
- Location
- Fort Worth, TX
[X][Interview] Plan Distant Guilt
-[X] [Truth] "No." You cut ties. You got out. No regrets.
-[X] Guilt. You couldn't stomach it anymore.
[X][Experience] Plan Concentrate Strength
-[X] Dealing with the gangs and shadows of Little China has made her a little more Streetwise. [+2 to Streetwise]
-[X] SV-11 has forced Dr. Baudin to brush up on her Chemistry knowledge. [+2 to Chemistry]
-[X] [Truth] "No." You cut ties. You got out. No regrets.
-[X] Guilt. You couldn't stomach it anymore.
[X][Experience] Plan Concentrate Strength
-[X] Dealing with the gangs and shadows of Little China has made her a little more Streetwise. [+2 to Streetwise]
-[X] SV-11 has forced Dr. Baudin to brush up on her Chemistry knowledge. [+2 to Chemistry]
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[X] Plan: Phantom Pains
[X] Plan: Street Survival
[X] Plan: Street Survival
- Location
- The Darkness,USA
[X] Plan : Unprocessed feelings
-[X] [Lie] "No." You cut ties. You got out. No regrets. Right?
-[X] Rage. You had all this freedom to help people, and all you saw was suffering instead
[X] Plan : Doctoring skills
-[X] SV-11 has forced Dr. Baudin to brush up on her Chemistry knowledge. [+2 to Chemistry]
-[X] Guiding Widget and Candy through this absolute clusterfrag has improved her Leadership. [+2 Leadership]
-[X] [Lie] "No." You cut ties. You got out. No regrets. Right?
-[X] Rage. You had all this freedom to help people, and all you saw was suffering instead
[X] Plan : Doctoring skills
-[X] SV-11 has forced Dr. Baudin to brush up on her Chemistry knowledge. [+2 to Chemistry]
-[X] Guiding Widget and Candy through this absolute clusterfrag has improved her Leadership. [+2 Leadership]
Vote closed
- Pronouns
- She/Her
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Track 1.09 - Valentino Tango [Interlude]
- Location
- Eastern Coast US
- Pronouns
- He/Him
The Badlands.
Night of the Black Lotus Bombings.
Ten Miles Outside of Night City
Raul defied instinct and grinned as he approached the old burned out gas station, shugging his jacket tighter against the desert chill. Despite growing up in the City, his favorite jobs were the ones that got him out of it. The Badlands froze at night, sunset turning Night City into the largest, gaudiest ice cube in the Northern California desert. Cool air, free of pollution and CHOOCH2 fumes (but not dust, never dust) filled his lungs. The sand crunched under his steel-toes as he strode to the boarded up entrance of the old Gas-N-Go, pulling on the handle of the busted old door. The shelves of the snack racks had been pulled aside, a small camping table and fold out chairs put in the circle. The ATM and magazines long since made way for an improvised firepit and vent. The perfect sleeping spot for the enterprising nomad - and for tonight, determined and antsy Valentinos.The crew, hand-picked for this gig ,had gathered around a cheap fold-out table in the center, playing cards to kill the time.
"Colder than my last output out there, ey?" he said, crossing towards them.
The joke got a few chuckles - but the scraping of metal on metal cut it short. Out of the darkness of his blind-spot, steel fingers as long and as sharp as knives gripped his arm and wrenched him forward, then something hit his knee and he was bent low, supine on the ground.
"Were you followed?" A woman's voice, rich and smoky, hissed death in his ear.
The conversation stopped, and all the attention was on Raul and their boss. No one moved to help him. No one dared breathe. Interrupting Maria Grace when she was in a mood was an excellent way for someone to lose some skin. Or worse.
Raul tried to breathe steady, and to stay. Very. Still. Maria, the closest thing the Valentinos had to a true-blue, kill-you-dead Solo, was said to smell fear. And she couldn't stand weakness.
"No, hefa," he insisted. "No tails."
Her nails were digging into his skin. He felt thin streams of wetness trickle down to his collar.
A shuffle, and the pressure eased. Raul knew it was best not to move yet, nor too quickly when he did.
"Report, then."
The boys silently returned to the card game. Something in her expression reassured them, perhaps, that they wouldn't be needed to move any bodies.
"Site's clear. Good sightlines from the ridge in either direction, and good cover if it goes loud." Figuring it was probably safe to move again, Raul eased himself slowly up, palms up. "Road's in good condition too. Tanker won't be expecting a hit there."
Maria cut a lithe figure. Tall, artificially so, with black hair down to her back tied back in a braid. Valentinos' leathers half shrouded in shadow, the fluttery neon of the Gas-N-Go glinting off her chrome nails, still speckled with Raul's blood. Now bored, she nodded, dismissing him with a flutter of her claws. Raul knew better than to turn his back.
"Anything else, hefa?"
Her Kiroshi's flicked up to him from the ruby-fresh manicure. Maria Grace shrugged. "We're staying here a little while. Someone blew up a club in Night City without me. Lots of bodies. Papá says it's too hot to come back yet."
"Sure thing, hefa." Her predator's gaze returned to her nails, and Raul made his way back to the card table, where Jamie silently pulled a seat out for him. The other boys threw him sympathetic looks. His neck throbbed.
And he couldn't shake the sinking feeling in his gut, unrelated to the coming job.
AN: This story continues to live in my brain and won't let go. So, we're back to it, after a long hiatus. There were some things I didn't like about the mechanics I'd set up that stymied me, so while I work on reworking that, here's an interlude to refresh the palate.
Night of the Black Lotus Bombings.
Ten Miles Outside of Night City
Raul defied instinct and grinned as he approached the old burned out gas station, shugging his jacket tighter against the desert chill. Despite growing up in the City, his favorite jobs were the ones that got him out of it. The Badlands froze at night, sunset turning Night City into the largest, gaudiest ice cube in the Northern California desert. Cool air, free of pollution and CHOOCH2 fumes (but not dust, never dust) filled his lungs. The sand crunched under his steel-toes as he strode to the boarded up entrance of the old Gas-N-Go, pulling on the handle of the busted old door. The shelves of the snack racks had been pulled aside, a small camping table and fold out chairs put in the circle. The ATM and magazines long since made way for an improvised firepit and vent. The perfect sleeping spot for the enterprising nomad - and for tonight, determined and antsy Valentinos.The crew, hand-picked for this gig ,had gathered around a cheap fold-out table in the center, playing cards to kill the time.
"Colder than my last output out there, ey?" he said, crossing towards them.
The joke got a few chuckles - but the scraping of metal on metal cut it short. Out of the darkness of his blind-spot, steel fingers as long and as sharp as knives gripped his arm and wrenched him forward, then something hit his knee and he was bent low, supine on the ground.
"Were you followed?" A woman's voice, rich and smoky, hissed death in his ear.
The conversation stopped, and all the attention was on Raul and their boss. No one moved to help him. No one dared breathe. Interrupting Maria Grace when she was in a mood was an excellent way for someone to lose some skin. Or worse.
Raul tried to breathe steady, and to stay. Very. Still. Maria, the closest thing the Valentinos had to a true-blue, kill-you-dead Solo, was said to smell fear. And she couldn't stand weakness.
"No, hefa," he insisted. "No tails."
Her nails were digging into his skin. He felt thin streams of wetness trickle down to his collar.
A shuffle, and the pressure eased. Raul knew it was best not to move yet, nor too quickly when he did.
"Report, then."
The boys silently returned to the card game. Something in her expression reassured them, perhaps, that they wouldn't be needed to move any bodies.
"Site's clear. Good sightlines from the ridge in either direction, and good cover if it goes loud." Figuring it was probably safe to move again, Raul eased himself slowly up, palms up. "Road's in good condition too. Tanker won't be expecting a hit there."
Maria cut a lithe figure. Tall, artificially so, with black hair down to her back tied back in a braid. Valentinos' leathers half shrouded in shadow, the fluttery neon of the Gas-N-Go glinting off her chrome nails, still speckled with Raul's blood. Now bored, she nodded, dismissing him with a flutter of her claws. Raul knew better than to turn his back.
"Anything else, hefa?"
Her Kiroshi's flicked up to him from the ruby-fresh manicure. Maria Grace shrugged. "We're staying here a little while. Someone blew up a club in Night City without me. Lots of bodies. Papá says it's too hot to come back yet."
"Sure thing, hefa." Her predator's gaze returned to her nails, and Raul made his way back to the card table, where Jamie silently pulled a seat out for him. The other boys threw him sympathetic looks. His neck throbbed.
And he couldn't shake the sinking feeling in his gut, unrelated to the coming job.
AN: This story continues to live in my brain and won't let go. So, we're back to it, after a long hiatus. There were some things I didn't like about the mechanics I'd set up that stymied me, so while I work on reworking that, here's an interlude to refresh the palate.
- Location
- alphen aan den rijn
nice too see this one back, been a while.
looking forward to whatever going on now.
looking forward to whatever going on now.