OOC: Sorry for the silence. Will try to write something that makes
sense...

BIC: Kristina touched her cheek, to see if she had been cut. She was
quite sure she'd have quite a bruise in the coming days, the kind
that can't be hidden under makeup.

But she was glad she had succeeded in 'calming down' the hysterical
woman. She quickly looked around for something that would help her
keep her under control, but she could find nothing.

She pulled her own belt from her pants, removed her stockings and
carefully approached the woman. Noticing she was still unconscious,
she tied both her wrists with the stockings and brought both the
wrists and the legs together, before tying them with the belt, making
a double 8 between and around the arms and legs.

The lady would probably not appreciate being treated like a bull, but
at least, she was no longer endangering herself.

Kristina called out for the cabbie or whomever she thought was
placing the call.

[R--GM. Good things the rolls worked, I was wondering what else I
could do to restrain her!]

Gilles

--- In NewU@yahoogroups.com, "pufnstuff" <pufnstuff@p...> wrote:

[Narrarative]
Kristina shot a glance toward the deli, and noted that a row of faces
looked back out at her... but nobody was making any moves to help.
She couldn't be sure, but it looked like, behind the counter, someone
was on the phone.

Sarah scrabbled in the gutter (surprisingly clean) and came up with a
small piece of pavement, about the size of half a hockey puck.
Drawing back, she hurled it at the other woman with all her strength.

The rock caught Kristina a heavy blow across one cheekbone, bringing
tears to her eyes and ringing to her ears.... but she'd been hit
harder in practice (rarely in the face, though).. She launched
herself at the small blond, the batido apparently catching her
flatfooted... Kristina's heel caught her just under the ribs,
knocking her backwards. She staggered, gasping for breath, and sat
down hard in her tracks. Holding onto her stomach, she stared with
wide eyes at her attacker for a long moment before keeling over on
her back.

((OOC: Luck of the dice, eh?))

[R--Kristina Sarah is currently stunned ]

"In fiction, things are almost never what they seem...
In real life, they are almost ALWAYS what they seem."
-Bernie Rhodenbarr, "The Burglar in the Library" by Lawrence Block

-Pufnstuff

Groggily he groped around in the dark. He fumbled and stumbled his
way to the front door, making sure he was at least decently dressed,
and then opened the door.
[Warrick]
Higami opened the front door to a man who filled the entire
doorway.... At least a foot taller than the small Japanese-American
Professor, and probably half again as wide. His hair was dark-blond
fuzz on his head, his face lean and bony... and a scar disfigured the
left side of his face, crossing the eye and ending in his hairline.

"Mr. Koshigoru?" at Higami's nervous nod, he fished a leather
billfold from his breast pocket and opened it, showing a
badge. "Detective Warrick, Pittsburgh PD. I wonder if I could speak
to you for a few minutes?"

[Higami]

He nodded his head politely, and said in as clear voice he could,
considering he had just woke up,  "Please, do come in.  The place is
a mess. Something happened and now I have no electricity or at least
no lights.  I suppose we could leave the door open so we could see,
and open a couple of windows.  But, please do come in."

[Warrick]
The Detective came in, casting a look around the trashed living room
before turning and looking down at Higami.
"Yes, I know something's happened. I'm wondering if you know what's
been happening." His eyes, steel blue, were steady and locked on
Higami like lasers searching for their target in that new movie...
the Schwartzenegger one, with the robot. As he turned to look,  the
near side of his face was thrown into the light from the front door,
and the scar stood out sharply against his tanned face. Higami hadn't
seen many, but he recognized it as a knife cut.

"You've lost power, Mr Koshigoru," He said, his soft tone barely
inflected. "None of your neighbors has, I wonder why that is..."

After a long , pregnant pause, he pushed open his coat to put his
wallet away. The gun he carried in the shoulder holster looked like a
small cannon. He wore jeans and a Pittsburgh sports tee-shirt
(Football, baseball? Who could tell when every team in town was black
and gold?)

"You didn't notice anything... unusual... on your way home, did you,
Professor?" The big man asked eventually. "Anything stand out in your
mind especially?"

[R--Higami]



[Higami]

"No…not that I can think of."  He had said, while he had crossed his
arms and then had put one hand under his chin, and had rubbed his
chin in concentration, trying to think. Can't hardly remember
anything for that matter, since yesterday. Except….. I remember now…
for some reason, things most of the way home seemed to not be working
most of the time, you know like anything electric.  It WAS strange….
I was wondering, if maybe it could it have had something to do with
that white flash.  That was really weird, you know?

----- Original Message -----

From: GambitsAmour@...

To: NewU@yahoogroups.com

Sent: Thursday, September 30, 2004 3:09 PM

Subject: Re: [NewU] Re: Judgement Day (Sarah, Kristina)

In a message dated 9/30/04 10:36:05 AM Pacific Standard Time, pufnstuff@... writes:

((I'm going to reserve judgement on who shows up to assist until I get Jami's response about her contact or lack thereof...))

((Sarah IS a drug addict so she must have some drug pusher contacts. So go ahead.))

 

 

 

~Jami JoAnne Russell~
http://www.geocities.com/merideth_the_red/jami.html
http://www.fanfiction.net/~gambitsjami
http://www.fictionpress.com/~gambitsjami
http://www.livejournal.com/users/gambitsjami/
http://www.geocities.com/merideth_the_red/xmen.html

[Higami]

He nodded his head politely, and said in as clear voice he could,
considering he had just woke up,  "Please, do come in.  The place is
a mess. Something happened and now I have no electricity or at least
no lights.  I suppose we could leave the door open so we could see,
and open a couple of windows.  But, please do come in."





Pufnstuff <pufnstuff@...> wrote:

--- In NewU@yahoogroups.com, "pufnstuff" <pufnstuff@p...> wrote:
>   ----- Original Message -----
>   From: djduncan63
>   To: NewU@yahoogroups.com
>   Sent: Tuesday, September 07, 2004 10:36 AM
>   Subject: [NewU] Higami's Response


OOC: Okay, for some reason, this message was displayed on Yahoo with
half the text stripped away.. including my reply to you, Dan. This
should be the full text of what you were intended to reply to.



----- Original Message -----
From: djduncan63
To: NewU@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Tuesday, September 07, 2004 10:36 AM
Subject: [NewU] Higami's Response


What woke him in the dark of his house, he didn't know... What time
it was, he couldn't see. The clock was still dark. He'd never put the
light bulbs in or fixed the fuses. The lmap wouldn't go on when he
fumbled at the switch... the light was on the opposite side of the
house... It must be early evening by now, unless he'd slept the night
through...?

He thought not. It felt late, not early.

Groggily he sat up. Apparently whatever he'd done had taken a lot out
of him.

He was about to go into the bathroom when the heavy knock on the door
rattled through the house.

[R--Higami]



[Higami]

Groggily he groped around in the dark. He fumbled and stumbled his
way to the front door, making sure he was at least decently dressed,
and then opened the door.
[Warrick]
Higami opened the front door to a man who filled the entire
doorway.... At least a foot taller than the small Japanese-American
Professor, and probabvly half again as wide. His hair was dark-blond
fuzz on his head, his face lean and bony... and a scar disfigured the
left side of his face, crossing the eye and ending in his hairline.

"Mr. Koshigoru?" at Higami's nervous nod, he fished a leather
billfold from his breast pocket and opened it, showing a
badge. "Detective Warrick, Pittsburgh PD. I wonder if I could speak
to you for a few minutes?"

"A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle."
-Gloria Steinham
"A man without a woman is like a preschool without asbestos."
-Pufnstuff


---

--- In NewU@yahoogroups.com, "pufnstuff" <pufnstuff@p...> wrote:
>   ----- Original Message -----
>   From: djduncan63
>   To: NewU@yahoogroups.com
>   Sent: Tuesday, September 07, 2004 10:36 AM
>   Subject: [NewU] Higami's Response


OOC: Okay, for some reason, this message was displayed on Yahoo with
half the text stripped away.. including my reply to you, Dan. This
should be the full text of what you were intended to reply to.



----- Original Message -----
From: djduncan63
To: NewU@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Tuesday, September 07, 2004 10:36 AM
Subject: [NewU] Higami's Response


What woke him in the dark of his house, he didn't know... What time
it was, he couldn't see. The clock was still dark. He'd never put the
light bulbs in or fixed the fuses. The lmap wouldn't go on when he
fumbled at the switch... the light was on the opposite side of the
house... It must be early evening by now, unless he'd slept the night
through...?

He thought not. It felt late, not early.

Groggily he sat up. Apparently whatever he'd done had taken a lot out
of him.

He was about to go into the bathroom when the heavy knock on the door
rattled through the house.

[R--Higami]



[Higami]

Groggily he groped around in the dark. He fumbled and stumbled his
way to the front door, making sure he was at least decently dressed,
and then opened the door.
[Warrick]
Higami opened the front door to a man who filled the entire
doorway.... At least a foot taller than the small Japanese-American
Professor, and probabvly half again as wide. His hair was dark-blond
fuzz on his head, his face lean and bony... and a scar disfigured the
left side of his face, crossing the eye and ending in his hairline.

"Mr. Koshigoru?" at Higami's nervous nod, he fished a leather
billfold from his breast pocket and opened it, showing a
badge. "Detective Warrick, Pittsburgh PD. I wonder if I could speak
to you for a few minutes?"

"A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle."
-Gloria Steinham
"A man without a woman is like a preschool without asbestos."
-Pufnstuff


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Kristina held up the thought that was about to spring from her mind.
It was nasty and wouldn't improve the mood. Instead, realizing that
either the woman was still under the effect of drugs or was rather
strong, she chose to find another approach.

"Alright, see all those people around us? They've all seen what
you've seen and they know that you shouldn't possibly be alive after
such a fall. You may escape from me, but you won't escape the press,
they'll be after you like hounds after a rabbit. You come with me and
we'll find a way to explain everything to the press without making
you a guinea pig... Sounds right?"

Although still on the ground, Kristina had her hands ready to do
a 'batido' (*) if the woman either tried to flee or to attack.

She was also keeping an eye out to see if someone was coming to help
her, hopefully the cabbie.

(tag GM, Jami)

(*) Half cartwheel with a strike. A quick attack that features the
body in a more unusual position than say a typical kick and thus may
better catch the other player off-guard.

Gilles

--- In NewU@yahoogroups.com, "pufnstuff" <pufnstuff@p...> wrote:

[BIC]

Kristina's cabeçada connected heavily on Sarah's forehead, with a
heavy bonk noise like two coconuts colliding, but the strike didn't
stop the smaller woman for an instant. Maybe she was just too amped
up to feel anything... or too furious to let the pain stop her... but
whatever the reason, She bucked and sunfished until she suddenly
hurled Kristina aside, spilling her across the pavement, shoving
herself the other way with the force of her push. Both women came to
rolling halts several paces from each other.

((Both women can come to their feet if they wish))

((I'm going to reserve judgement on who shows up to assist until I
get Jami's response about her contact or lack thereof...))

"A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle."
-Gloria Steinham
"A man without a woman is like a preschool without asbestos."
-Pufnstuff

pufnstuff wrote:

>     ----- Original Message -----
>     *From:* Le <mailto:shamiel@...>
>     *To:* NewU@yahoogroups.com <mailto:NewU@yahoogroups.com>
>     *Sent:* Sunday, September 05, 2004 2:12 AM
>     *Subject:* Re: [NewU] Beginnings [Nikki Le Shivan]
>
>     << 7501 River Front Park Drive,Mount Washington District,
>     Pittsburgh PA>>
>
>     > Tuesday, July 22nd, 1986, 4:22pm, EST
>     > [Nikki Le Shivan]
>     >
>     > A day for Strangeness, he would think later...
>     >
>     > Abruptly as it had left, the world /SLAMMED/ back into existence
>     > around him, and the sudden presence of sensation made Le stagger to
>     > one side and fall down against the kitchen cabinets.
>     > Winded, he sat there for a long moment, wondering in a slightly
>     > stunned way what the /HELL/ had happened... He could hear Kristy on
>     > the other side of the counter, softly sobbing into the quiet, warm
>     > summer afternoon.
>     >
>     > "Nikki..." she moaned suddenly, crawling toward him, "Nikki, are
>     you
>     > there...? I can't see... Oh, my God, I can't /SEE/..!"
>     >
>     > As her faced raised blindly toward the warm light streaming in the
>     > window, Le could look Kristy straight in the face... and saw her
>     > normally beautiful deep brown eyes were hideously blank and white.
>     >
>     > [R--Le]
>     >
>
>     The whiteness faded and Le began to blink. His eyesight was fine
>     afterwards, despite the wierdness that had just happened. "The
>     hades was
>     that? Some kinda bomb?" Soft mutterings under his breath, as usual.
>     Finally, he heard Kristy speak as he turned towards her.
>
>     Her eyes. An image that would haunt him for a long time. Her eyes had
>     changed... A curse spattered from his lips. One hand reached out
>     for one
>     of his two closest friends as the other reached for the phone,
>     dialing
>     Stephen's number.
>
>     Kristy gripped his hand with crushing force, and dragged herself
>     towards him, sobbing.
>     "Le, What happened, Was it a bomb?!" she sounded close to
>     hysteria. "Why can't I see?!"
>
>
>     "Hold on, Kristy. I don't know what happened, but I'm calling
>     Stephen."
>     His hand gripped hers firmly as he waited for Stephen to, hopefully,
>     pick up. While waiting, he plugged the phone into the nook between
>     his
>     shoulder and his neck as he moved his hand to take a better look
>     at her
>     eyes. He was not a doctor by any means, but he did only lack another
>     couple of semesters to be a pharmacist. It may be a different kind of
>     Doctorate, but they all had to know the same basics, regardless.
>
>     Kristy's eyes were solid, blank, white. No iris, no pupil visible.
>     As if she had simply rolled her eyes back into her head, sealing
>     them up. But there was no indication that she had done so (no
>     visible cappilaries in the eyes, for example). Her eyes continued
>     to blink and attempted to track as normal, tears continued to
>     stream fdown her face, but there was nothing visible in them.
>
>     "Hon? Can you see anything at all?" He asked, moving his hands in
>     front
>     of her eyes, while trying to look at them, although it was
>     painful. The
>     hand that was gripping her made a beeline to his pocket, feeling
>     for the
>     old familiar case in his pocket. He needed a cigarette like nobody's
>     business.
>
>     As Le waved his hand across her face, she startled away from it.
>     Suddenly she stopped weeping, and as his hand passed her again,
>     she seized at it..
>     "What is it?"  she demanded, "I can't /see/ it... but I can feel
>     something there..." She felt his hand, rubbing her fingers over
>     his knuckles, the ridges of his bones, touched the hard glossiness
>     of the nails.
>
>     "Its... it's the /heat/... " She marvelled as she explored the
>     hand, then, turning towards Le, she contined her exploration by
>     running soft fingers over his face.
>
>     "Le.. I can /feel/ the warmth... Not with my hands... I can't see
>     anything with my eyes... But the warmth is there... so... bright.
>     No, that's not right... its /strong /."
>
>
>     "Dammit, Stephen, pick up your phone."
>
>     The phone had already rung about a half-dozen times when the
>     circuit cut out and the annoying electronic voice spoke: "All
>     circuits are currently busy. Please try your call again later."
>
Noting Kristy's strange reactions, Le just stood there, looking at her,
letting the reciever fall back to the phone. "You feel heat? Well, don't
we all?" He can't help but give a bit of a laugh at the craziness of it
all.  He sighs, looking at her eyes as best he can. It's hard to do.
They're not what they've always been.

"Do you want something to drink? Can I get you something while we wait
on Stephen to get home?" He asks, trying to ignore the situation again.
He lifts up the pack of cigarettes from earlier, and plants one on his
lips, lighting it with a flourish. Not that the flourish can be seen by
his erstwhile compatriot.

The first drag off the cigarette calms him a bit. "Stephen's apparently
not home. So... what should we do, babe?" He asks her, other hand taking
a strand of her hair.

----- Original Message -----

From: Gilles Doyen

To: NewU@yahoogroups.com

Sent: Saturday, September 25, 2004 9:38 AM

Subject: [NewU] Re: Judgement Day (Sarah, Kristina)

 

[Kristina]

*Alright, if virtue fails, you can always use subtlety - or lack of*
thought Kristina.

She could endure the pain, but having her private parts touched was
not something Kristina enjoyed, especially not by a screaming,
biting, scratching mad woman.

Since she was down on the ground, holding the woman as best she
could, there seemed to be only one movement possible: cabeçada. (*)

She feigned moving sideways, only to come back with great force,
smashing her head against Sarah's face, especially the nose, hoping
this would calm her spirits down a bit.

But DAMN! Where were the others? Why wasn't the cabbie helping her
out, trying to hold her hands at least? She yelled for help:

"Come help me hold her down! QUICK!"

 

[Sarah]

Even a headbutt wasn't about to stop Sarah from trying to get the woman off of her. She called out the name of a small time dealer she knew worked nearby and owed her a favor. Hoping he wasn't in the joint. The junkie struggled to escape. If only she had done the oil wrestling tonight instead. Then she could just slip out like a fish.

 

[GM OOC]

Okay, so what we have is Sarah trying to escape, and Kristina headbutting her. Both are screaming for help.

(Jami, calling for help from someone you know involves a "Contact"... do you want to use one of your slots (everybody starts with two sutomatically, IIRC you haven't assigned any of yours) on a local junkie?

 

Since this is combat, we'll start with Initiatives. You both have a +1 to the roll.(For Gilles' benefit, in MSH, I assign a +1 per every full 10 points of Intuition. In the Base system, a 10 Intuition, though a full Column Shift above "typical" or average Intuition, gets no bonus. That always seemed wrong to me.) 

 

Sarah: 6,   Kristina:10

 

Kristina's head butt roll: 57. Solid hit, but no Stuns or anything. Kristina does 6 Blunt damage to Sarah... but misses the nose (would need  a Yellow Feat.)

Sarah's Escape attempt: 88. Yellow succes.Sarah gets free.

 

[BIC]

Kristina's cabeçada connected heavily on Sarah's forehead, with a heavy bonk noise like two coconuts colliding, but the strike didn't stop the smaller woman for an instant. Maybe she was just too amped up to feel anything... or too furious to let the pain stop her... but whatever the reason, She bucked and sunfished until she suddenly hurled Kristina aside, spilling her across the pavement, shoving herself the other way with the force of her push. Both women came to rolling halts several paces from each other.

 

((Both women can come to their feet if they wish))

 

((I'm going to reserve judgement on who shows up to assist until I get Jami's response about her contact or lack thereof...))

 

"A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle."
-Gloria Steinham
"A man without a woman is like a preschool without asbestos."
-Pufnstuff

 

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OOC: Heck, I wouldn't expect you to get online AT ALL if you have
your kids! Cherish them, hug them, love them! And do tell them "uncle
Gilles" on the Internet sends them a big hug as well!  :)

I wish you and your kids the best of times. Enjoy their presence like
there is no tomorrow! :)

Gilles

--- In NewU@yahoogroups.com, "pufnstuff" <pufnstuff@p...> wrote:

Incidentally, since we're talking about it and everything, I'll be
putting that up tonight. And in the intererst of not cluttering up
anymore list space, I'll let everyone know.. I'm going tot be away
for the weekend. I've got my kids for a visit. I'll be able to read
messages, but not reply.

"A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle."
-Gloria Steinham
"A man without a woman is like a preschool without asbestos."
-Pufnstuff

----- Original Message -----

From: GambitsAmour@...

To: NewU@yahoogroups.com

Sent: Wednesday, September 29, 2004 9:27 AM

Subject: Re: [NewU] Re: OOC: Just so that everyone knows...

In a message dated 9/29/04 5:53:28 AM Pacific Standard Time, pinba77@... writes:

OOC: Oh, also, I need to know if Kristina's headbutt had an effect or
not. Jami played it as if it didn't, but I think it should be
determined by the rolls and the GM (no offense meant, Jami).

Well, yeah, I can't play it as if it has an effect until I find out if it was even successfull. There's always the chance you missed and hit the pavement.

 

~Jami JoAnne Russell~
http://www.geocities.com/merideth_the_red/jami.html
http://www.fanfiction.net/~gambitsjami
http://www.fictionpress.com/~gambitsjami
http://www.livejournal.com/users/gambitsjami/
http://www.geocities.com/merideth_the_red/xmen.html

----- Original Message -----

From: Gilles Doyen

To: NewU@yahoogroups.com

Sent: Wednesday, September 29, 2004 8:49 AM

Subject: [NewU] Re: Happy News

Whouhou, a new player!
When will the baby be operational?  ;)

Congratulations to the both of you! First baby?
We closed our factory when we got our fourth... :)

Gilles

--- In NewU@yahoogroups.com, "pufnstuff" <pufnstuff@p...> wrote:
> NewUniverse PBeM is pleased to announce, to Kirk & Mel Bass, our
daddy/mommy team players (  Marty and  Cheyenne, respectively)  a new
addition to their family.
> Last Saturday Amanda Cheyenne was born to our friends, and we wish
them many happy days with their new Baby.
>
>
>
> "A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle."
> -Gloria Steinham
> "A man without a woman is like a preschool without asbestos."
> -Pufnstuff

----- Original Message -----

From: Le

To: NewU@yahoogroups.com

Sent: Wednesday, September 29, 2004 12:42 PM

Subject: [NewU] On a total side note...

Did my last post go through? It was a while ago...

Le

----- Original Message -----

From: Gilles Doyen

To: NewU@yahoogroups.com

Sent: Wednesday, September 29, 2004 8:51 AM

Subject: [NewU] OOC: Just so that everyone knows...

OOC: GM and Jami, I didn't reply to Jami's post because I am waiting
to see if somebody hears Kristina's call for help.

Gilles

Did my last post go through? It was a while ago...

Le

OOC: Oh, also, I need to know if Kristina's headbutt had an effect or
not. Jami played it as if it didn't, but I think it should be
determined by the rolls and the GM (no offense meant, Jami).

Gilles

--- In NewU@yahoogroups.com, "Gilles Doyen" <pinba77@y...> wrote:
> OOC: GM and Jami, I didn't reply to Jami's post because I am
waiting
> to see if somebody hears Kristina's call for help.
>
> Gilles

OOC: GM and Jami, I didn't reply to Jami's post because I am waiting
to see if somebody hears Kristina's call for help.

Gilles

Whouhou, a new player!
When will the baby be operational?  ;)

Congratulations to the both of you! First baby?
We closed our factory when we got our fourth... :)

Gilles

--- In NewU@yahoogroups.com, "pufnstuff" <pufnstuff@p...> wrote:
> NewUniverse PBeM is pleased to announce, to Kirk & Mel Bass, our
daddy/mommy team players (  Marty and  Cheyenne, respectively)  a new
addition to their family.
> Last Saturday Amanda Cheyenne was born to our friends, and we wish
them many happy days with their new Baby.
>
>
>
> "A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle."
> -Gloria Steinham
> "A man without a woman is like a preschool without asbestos."
> -Pufnstuff

*Alright, if virtue fails, you can always use subtlety - or lack of*
thought Kristina.

She could endure the pain, but having her private parts touched was
not something Kristina enjoyed, especially not by a screaming,
biting, scratching mad woman.

Since she was down on the ground, holding the woman as best she
could, there seemed to be only one movement possible: cabeçada. (*)

She feigned moving sideways, only to come back with great force,
smashing her head against Sarah's face, especially the nose, hoping
this would calm her spirits down a bit.

But DAMN! Where were the others? Why wasn't the cabbie helping her
out, trying to hold her hands at least? She yelled for help:

"Come help me hold her down! QUICK!"

(*) For realism, I prefer using the real name of the maneuver. But
I'll translate every time. This one is obviously a head-butt. Since
Sarah is right underneath her, it shouldn't be that difficult.

Gilles

--- In NewU@yahoogroups.com, GambitsAmour@A... wrote:

"NAY! Get off me you f**king b***h!" Sarah shouted. Screaming several
other things as well, in both the Amish and the normal manner.
Grabbing for the woman's - ahem - well, the - um - tips - of her -
mamory glands to give them a painful twist. Hoping to get her off of
her.

~Jami JoAnne Russell~

Kristina was determined to keep the young woman pinned down. Oh sure,
her scratching, biting and other nasty movements hurt, and there was
also the risk she might carry some sort of blood transmittable
disease, but still, she somehow reasoned that there was a reason why
God had allowed this woman to be resurrected; he would not want her
hurt once again.

As she kept the woman down as best she could, she retreated in
prayer, both for herself and for the woman, singing and praising the
Lord as best she could considering the circumstances. Once in a
while, she would whisper "Calm down, I'm here to help you" or other
similar soothing words.

(tag Jami)

Gilles

--- In NewU@yahoogroups.com, "pufnstuff" <pufnstuff@p...> wrote:

"He didn't bring me back, you did!" Sarah shouted even as she was
attacked by the other woman. The stripper retaliated with teeth and
nails, typical female street brawling, complete with hair pulling.
She hissed and spat like a cat. Thinking only of getting away from
this demon woman, that's what she must be, a demon who brought her
back from the dead. God surely wouldn't. Not after all this time of
denying He existed. She had to get away from the devil woman.

Sarah spits and fights and screeches, but essentially ineffectually.

OOC: In short, you take care of the rolls? That's fine with me.
As for my own games, I ask for seven rolls, but I don't necessarily
use all of them. But seven usually covers everything I need. Plus, to
be honest, it was Dawn who started it and, y'know, Seven being her
surname... :)

Gilles

--- In NewU@yahoogroups.com, "pufnstuff" <pufnstuff@p...> wrote:
> ((For future reference, ladies... (^_^) When it gets down to dice
rolls, it would be best for the GM to work those out, post results,
then you can go with it.))
>
> ((Gilles, I always liked the way you handled rolls in your other
games I've observed... tho I admit to not understanding how they
work. In my games I usually handle the rolls, using actual dice or
the MSH Diceroller program (available from the Files section)... that
way there's no need to interrupt the narraration with dice rolls. If
necessary, I can insert rolls where needed. ))
>
> ((I would have done all this on Weds night, when the replies came
in, but I was away from the computer til today.))
>
> ((Now, back to the RPG, already in Progress...))
>
> "A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle."
> -Gloria Steinham
> "A man without a woman is like a preschool without asbestos."
> -Pufnstuff