The Man from Maple Street

Mar 17 21:29:57 <TroyL> A man is shaking in a burned out corner of a house, coughing painfully and rubbing his gut. He looks hungry. Too hungry. "Damnit… I was hoping Bragg would be dead by now…" Fredrickson mumbles, looking over at the dying man. "Lets hope this buys us enough time, then…" he said.
Mar 17 21:30:19 <Echo> Jason opens his eyes, looking out from behind his visor.
Mar 17 21:30:27 <Ragazzo> Colmes peers around.
Mar 17 21:30:35 <TroyL> The man on the corner looks up at you all. "I… r-rescue?" he stammers, his eyes glinting with hope for a moment. "P-please.. please help me… so hungry…"
Mar 17 21:31:18 <Dexanote> "What happened here?" Myrtle asks the starving man. Her voice is quiet, her face expressionless.
Mar 17 21:31:33 <TroyL> Fredrickson ignores him, sitting on a crate. He looks up at Jason. "Listen… this should be… easy enough. We just have to move. Keep ahead of him. Keep running. The more pages we burn while we're running around, and the further we are along in the king's book…"
Mar 17 21:31:35 <Echo> <Holy shit. Alice? Get to it.>
Mar 17 21:31:48 <Maddy> <Get to w-what?>
Mar 17 21:31:49 <TroyL> The man looks up at her. "The clean bomb… it killed… all the bacteria that things need to live…"
Mar 17 21:32:05 <Echo> He gestures at the injured-looking man.
Mar 17 21:32:07 <TroyL> He gags a little, but looks afraid that he'll throw up something his body needs.
Mar 17 21:32:20 <TroyL> "Food… intestinal bacteria… anything… anything good…"
Mar 17 21:32:26 <Dexanote> "That's…" She looks at a wall, trying to decide if that's a plausible plot.
Mar 17 21:32:28 <TroyL> "The world ended in a puff of gas…"
Mar 17 21:32:29 <Maddy> <He's f-fictional, and I have nothing w-with me…this sounds familliar.>
Mar 17 21:32:46 <Echo> <… The Provender Bomb.>
Mar 17 21:32:50 <TroyL> He starts to cry. "D-don't say that! DON'T! THIS IS REAL!"
Mar 17 21:33:33 <Dexanote> She steps back from the man, looking out a window. "It'll come straight here, if there are no other survivors. What do we do now, Dr Frederickson?"
Mar 17 21:33:49 <Maddy> <Fred? D-didn't the Hand t-take him to the library?> Alice looks over at him.
Mar 17 21:34:37 <Dexanote> "The Library was closed. This isn't the time."
Mar 17 21:35:18 <Maddy> <I c-can't really help anyways…ignore me.> Alice waits for the next jump.
Mar 17 21:35:43 <TroyL> Fredrickson smiles a little. "We… we wait. We wait and we hope. You're right, though. He'll come for us. This is the only place in the book. It's only a matter of time before he finds it…"
Mar 17 21:36:41 <TroyL> Bragg leans over, holding his side and whimpering…
Mar 17 21:36:46 <Echo> <Then why don't we LEAVE?>
Mar 17 21:37:32 <TroyL> Fredrickson tries to ignore it. "Because, we need to buy time. We're waiting for the play to run it's course. If I can drop you lot off close enough to the end, then you can grab the damned book! Didn't you all look at Colmes' book?"
Mar 17 21:38:18 <Ragazzo> Colmes blinks.
Mar 17 21:38:20 <TroyL> "And it's not like I want to be here! I was having a great time in the library before everyone got bumped!" He grumbles a little and leans back.
Mar 17 21:38:26 <Ragazzo> He holds out the book.
Mar 17 21:39:10 <Echo> He takes the book and passes it to Alice.
Mar 17 21:39:53 <Maddy> Alice flips through the book. <What an I-I loking for here?>
Mar 17 21:40:42 <Dexanote> Myr keeps an eye out through the window. "Frederickson, where would It come from? Just appear, or would it want to try to scare us?"
Mar 17 21:41:13 <Maddy> <Oh of all the stupid…>
Mar 17 21:41:19 <TroyL> "It'll try to scare us. Or kill me. Those are its goals. It's not even the real thing, just a fictional one…"
Mar 17 21:41:43 <Maddy> "I d-didn't think it w-was, the r-real thing is…guh.>
Mar 17 21:41:47 <TroyL> The ceiling creaks above you. Bragg looks up. "R-rescue? Please… please god… let them help me… please…"
Mar 17 21:42:11 <Dexanote> Myr looks up, stepping back to Alice and Jason. "Bad."
Mar 17 21:42:40 <Echo> He looks up. <What happens if it gets you?>
Mar 17 21:42:50 <TroyL> Fredrickson nods a little. "I… I can jump us again, if you want, but… I'm already pretty drained… can you hold it off a moment?"
Mar 17 21:43:02 <TroyL> Fredrickson looks at Jason. "I'll die…"
Mar 17 21:43:19 <TroyL> "I've been running from it for months, but… jumping with people is… tiring…"
Mar 17 21:43:27 <Echo> <We don't go back then, do we?>
Mar 17 21:43:33 <TroyL> "Others have tried this with me, and… none of them have made it…"
Mar 17 21:43:42 <TroyL> He nods to Jason. "No. You don't."
Mar 17 21:43:54 <TroyL> The cellar door creaks open. Slowly.
Mar 17 21:43:59 <Echo> <Alice, get behind me. You? Get behind Alice.>
Mar 17 21:43:59 <Ragazzo> Colmes peers around. Quietly slipps Bragg a cough drop.
Mar 17 21:44:06 <Maddy> <W-we'll do what we can, a-any pointers on how to slow it d-down?> Alice takes her spot.
Mar 17 21:44:31 <TroyL> Fredrickson slips to the back of the group. "The others tried shooting it…" he said.
Mar 17 21:45:32 <Maddy> <Did that help?>
Mar 17 21:45:51 <TroyL> "N-not… really…" he stammered.
Mar 17 21:45:56 <Maddy> <Well shit.>
Mar 17 21:46:08 <Echo> <Then what DOES hurt it?>
Mar 17 21:46:20 <TroyL> The stairs creep, and feet appear… moving slowly down it…
Mar 17 21:46:26 <TroyL> With rags over them.
Mar 17 21:46:34 <TroyL> "I don't know! If I knew, I'd have killed it myself!"
Mar 17 21:46:43 <TroyL> Occult, if anyone wants to… try.
Mar 17 21:47:16 <Ragazzo> 4df shur
Mar 17 21:47:22 <Ragazzo> …
Mar 17 21:47:35 <Echo> Jason flicks a switch on the front of his rifle's undermount. Fwump. A glow plug burns to life, igniting a steady, tiny, blue flame.
Mar 17 21:47:37 * You've invited CROM to #themanfrommaplestreet (
Mar 17 21:47:38 * CROM (~moc.sregor.elbac.ten.epc.7B5E93A2-CRInys|tobeparg#moc.sregor.elbac.ten.epc.7B5E93A2-CRInys|tobeparg) has joined #themanfrommaplestreet
Mar 17 21:47:50 <Echo> 4df Jason has no idea how to fight this thing.
Mar 17 21:47:51 <CROM> Echo: Jason has no idea how to fight this thing.: -1 (4df=-, 0, 0, 0)
Mar 17 21:47:51 <Maddy> 4df Alice tires to think of /something/
Mar 17 21:47:52 <CROM> Maddy: Alice tires to think of /something/: 1 (4df=+, -, 0, +)
Mar 17 21:47:56 <Echo> NO IDEA.
Mar 17 21:47:58 <Ragazzo> 4df colmes
Mar 17 21:47:59 <CROM> Ragazzo: colmes: 0 (4df=0, +, 0, -)
Mar 17 21:48:06 <Dexanote> 4df+2 Occult. Anything.
Mar 17 21:48:07 <CROM> Dexanote: Occult. Anything.: 2 (4df+2=-, +, 0, 0)
Mar 17 21:48:20 <Dexanote> 4df+2 tagging Employee VBenefits for reroll
Mar 17 21:48:20 <CROM> Dexanote: tagging Employee VBenefits for reroll: 2 (4df+2=-, 0, 0, +)
Mar 17 21:48:22 <TroyL> 4df-1 Bragg
Mar 17 21:48:22 <CROM> TroyL: Bragg: -1 (4df-1=+, 0, -, 0)
Mar 17 21:48:51 <Dexanote> Damn. Myr quietly, quietly draws a gun.
Mar 17 21:49:08 <Dexanote> 4df+4 stealth. And tries to shift into inconspicuous shadow.
Mar 17 21:49:09 <CROM> Dexanote: stealth. And tries to shift into inconspicuous shadow.: 6 (4df+4=+, -, +, +)
Mar 17 21:49:21 <TroyL> Damn. She hid.
Mar 17 21:49:46 <TroyL> It turns the corner, covered in rags and bandages. Staring at all of you. The smile. The pervasive smile.
Mar 17 21:49:54 <TroyL> "Do you want me to jump us?!"
Mar 17 21:49:58 <Ragazzo> 4df+5 Perception to melee, colmes has been waiting for this
Mar 17 21:49:58 <CROM> Ragazzo: Perception to melee, colmes has been waiting for this: 9 (4df+5=+, +, +, +)
Mar 17 21:50:03 <Maddy> <You ready for it?>
Mar 17 21:50:08 <TroyL> …
Mar 17 21:50:14 <Echo> …
Mar 17 21:50:23 <Dexanote> ….
Mar 17 21:54:46 <TroyL> (And we're back.)
Mar 17 21:56:05 <Ragazzo> 4df+8 GREAT DETECTIVE SLIDING KICK Colmes -rockets forward-, putting the soccer lessons his mother FOISTED ON HIM as a boy to excellent use. (This is Ath, I worked it out with troyl)
Mar 17 21:56:06 <CROM> Ragazzo: GREAT DETECTIVE SLIDING KICK Colmes -rockets forward-, putting the soccer lessons his mother FOISTED ON HIM as a boy to excellent use. (This is Ath, I worked it out with troyl): 10 (4df+8=+, -, +, +)
Mar 17 21:56:19 <Echo> //
Mar 17 21:56:20 <Ragazzo> Right for that ankle!
Mar 17 21:57:20 <Maddy> <COLMES!>
Mar 17 21:57:29 <TroyL> The ragged man stumbles for a moment, falling slightly toward the stairs. There's a sound, like a rustling of pages, and he vanishes rather than hitting them…
Mar 17 21:57:42 <Ragazzo> Colmes gets up, brushing off his coat.
Mar 17 21:57:50 <Maddy> <…>
Mar 17 21:57:52 <TroyL> Fredrickson looks stunned. "You… you shunted him further into the book… He's chapters ahead of us now!"
Mar 17 21:57:53 <Dexanote> "… What."
Mar 17 21:57:59 <Maddy> <WHAT.>
Mar 17 21:58:01 <Dexanote> "What… just…"
Mar 17 21:58:06 <Ragazzo> "Hrm?"
Mar 17 21:58:12 <TroyL> Fredrickson looks overjoyed! "YOU DID IT!"
Mar 17 21:58:13 <Ragazzo> "Is that bad?"
Mar 17 21:58:20 <Ragazzo> "Oh. Yay!"
Mar 17 21:58:42 <Dexanote> "What is this." She points at Colmes, looking at Alice and Jason with exasperation.
Mar 17 21:58:44 <TroyL> Bragg looks like he's had a bad day. He's laying on the floor. Blood and feces suround him. "I.. I think this is… it…"
Mar 17 21:59:17 <Echo> Jason draws his sidearm and aims it at the man. <Is he going to stay like this? Suffering?>
Mar 17 21:59:24 <Echo> <After we leave?>
Mar 17 21:59:51 <TroyL> Fredrickson sighs. "He'll suffer like this no matter what you do. It's his book. He'll go through hell, die, and then start is all over again. It's part of being fictional."
Mar 17 21:59:58 <TroyL> "You don't like it? Don't read the book."
Mar 17 22:01:03 <Echo> <…> His finger tightens on the trigger, then relaxes. He holsters the gun and slings his rifle. <Fuck.>
Mar 17 22:01:20 <Maddy> <T-too bad, really.>
Mar 17 22:01:48 <Ragazzo> "Should we linger still….?"
Mar 17 22:01:58 <TroyL> "I'm… Tell my wife I love her? If she lived?" Bragg asked.
Mar 17 22:03:09 <Dexanote> "We will." She nods at Bragg, and looks at Frederickson. "Could we write something that could contain It?"
Mar 17 22:03:16 <Echo> <We wait for Fred. He said it's taxin' him. Whenever he's reay. Or thinks it's safe.>
Mar 17 22:03:25 <TroyL> Fredrickson puts his hand on Myrtle's shoulder. "It's just a story… He's not real. None of them are."
Mar 17 22:03:41 <TroyL> "And.. we may. It's their fault he's even here…" he said, sighing.
Mar 17 22:04:16 <TroyL> "Alright… I think we can go for now. He'll be back soon. And don't worry, Bragg… One more chapter, and you're dead, buddy… Just one. Then you can rest before the next round." He offers a smile.
Mar 17 22:04:31 <Maddy> <If it's just the bookends, w-we can just take th books out, r-right?>
Mar 17 22:04:46 <Dexanote> "Where are these bookends, then?"
Mar 17 22:04:47 <TroyL> Fredrickson nods. "Yes. At the end of the play."
Mar 17 22:04:58 <TroyL> "Three or four more jumps.. and we'll have it."
Mar 17 22:05:25 <TroyL> He holds out his hands. "Alright. The next one… will have to be quick."
Mar 17 22:05:33 <Ragazzo> Colmes takes his hand.
Mar 17 22:05:37 <Ragazzo> and myr's
Mar 17 22:05:51 <Echo> <C'mon, Alice. Places to be.>
Mar 17 22:06:13 <Dexanote> She grasps Fred's and Colmes's hands.
Mar 17 22:06:19 <TroyL> And again, everyone gets to move on. This time… we're going to… #waroftheworlds
Mar 17 22:06:26 * Ragazzo (ten.llebcap.ac2tks.lsd.E96AD95D-CRInys|tibbiM#ten.llebcap.ac2tks.lsd.E96AD95D-CRInys|tibbiM) has left #themanfrommaplestreet
Mar 17 22:06:33 <TroyL> GOD DAMNIT, RAGZ.
Mar 17 22:07:15 <Maddy> Alice takes Jason's hand again.