[D1, LE] I'm a Ninja (open)

[Frankie Reynes]

She'd slipped out of the mixer to do some *recon*; quite possibly right as it was ending anyway because her timing was the worst. But it didn't matter because she was a right proper *ninja*, yeah?

Stealth | 1d20+18 ⇒ 30

Yeaaaah, she was a ninja. People were always surprised she knew how to do something, and do it *well*. Only trouble of course was that they'd never see her doing well at the thing, because if they did, then she wasn't doing very well at it, yeah?

Anyway, so there she was, creeping and ninja'ing through the house; keeping her eyes peeled for anything interesting or out of place. And to see where all of the hidden cameras might be at. And to see if there were any like hidden passages, because those were definitely a thing, right? Leading to the secret lair of the big bad who had been living under their noses *the whole time*. Or something like that.

Perception (disregard previous roll) | 1d20+3 ⇒ 16

[Dapper Dog]

It’s a house designed for a Reality Show so less secret rooms and more just good angles for optimal viewing and drama. She can catch the blind spots well and she is definitely frustrating the camera person assigned to them but they would find them eventually.

She can hear someone, or a group, watching something with explosions and gunfire in the large living room.

[Frankie Reynes]

Onward she went! Sneaking-ninja-like! Straight on toward the explosions and gunfire. Occasionally, along the way, she would wave at a camera, before disappearing out of frame again. Then being caught again, and giving another wave. And so on; like a sort of mini-challenge that might endear her to the crowd, and earn her an enemy for life in the camera crew.

But enough of that, what about those explosions and stuff?

[Lil Disaster]

"I got the whole team on my back tho," Lil Disaster howled as he played a video game on the monitor. Murder Hobo 2, so good they didn't even need to make a Murder Hobo 1.

The game was all explosions, gunfire, and violence of the senseless variety.

[Frankie Reynes]

She didn't know who he was, but she kept watching for a bit. In a non-creepy way despite being all ninja-stealthed. This was a good opportunity to observe the 'competition' so to speak. Not that she really cared too much about that aspect of all this, but it couldn't hurt either right?

[Lil Disaster]

He shouted at the screen, he ate, well, organically sourced chicken salad on a rye bread with a side salad made of spring greens and balsamic vinaigrette sauce. But he was hard man. So hard.

He shouted at the screen speaking to aloud to himself, “You see that shit, that’s some bullshit right there. They be cheatin’ yo.”

[Frankie Reynes]

She didn't see any cheating, though it was possible she just didn't know enough about murder hobo 2 to know one way or the other. She *did* know that gamer guys who blamed their own suckage on the other guy cheating... were generally considered to be nobheads. So she decided to have a little fun at his expense. Nobody would ever know.

Well, except maybe the people watching at home as she found the nearest camera, made sure to get into the frame's view, and held up a hand while looking straight into the camera. But even they would be hard pressed to directly tie her to anything because she was clearly not doing anything.

Anyway, what happened next was... yet to be determined. But *something* highly weird and improbable was about to happen to someone. Something so bizarre that it would definitely confuse him enough to totally lose at the game he was playing. Probably.

OOC: Pocketsand! But not actually pocketstand: Cumulative Perception Ranged Affliction 8, Indirect 4, Subtle 2, Variable Descriptor 1 (Weird Phenomenon), Side Effect 1. (Conditions: Impaired/Disabled/Unaware)

DC Will save of 18 please

[Lil Disaster]

Lil’ Disaster was the main character, but even the main character is weak to the power of pocket sand…

OOC: Lil' Disaster Will save versus Pocket Sand DC 18 | 1d20+4 ⇒ 13

[Frankie Reynes]

Let's say, it was a bird. One of those creepy crow type birds, yeah? And let's say it decided to fly straight up against the window right next to where Lil'D was at. And let's say because of it, the bird looked even creepier as it pressed up against the glass, wings stretched, looking at him with one beady little eye. And let's say, it caw'ed loudly, but through the magic of auditory pareidolia it *sounded* as if it was saying something like 'Lil'D's a Lil'Bitch'.

Anyway, enough to spook him, yeah? Let's see if it'd be enough, or if he needed a bit of extra demotivation to be the recipient of a dose of 'GG' and "EZ" from whoever he was playing against.

Frankie held up a peace sign to the camera right as Lil'D got distracted by the bird.


OOC: Impaired, -2 circumstance penalty on checks, for now. Unless he passes a resistance check at the end of his 'turn', I guess

[Lil Disaster]

"Ah hell naw," Lil' Disaster said jumping off the couch, "I ain't fuckin' wit no demon birds!"

He left quickly.

[Frankie Reynes]

She flashed the camera another peace sign, then stopped being a ninja; except for how she did a pretty sick backflip over the back of the couch, landing right where he'd been sitting, so she could grab the controller and check out what Murder Hobo 2 was all about. Maybe even put on the headset and see if he'd actually been playing against someone or was just accusing the game's NPC's of being cheaters.

Sick acrobatics | 1d20+16 ⇒ 20

[Dapper Dog]

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It’s a chain of expletives from a group of people, many of them sound to be in middle school. The game itself is senseless violence and style. It looks like five on five death match style. He is currently playing Crocky Tocky, a support character that heals by death spinning her allies.

A ten year old child’s voice over the headset, “Hey bitch, stop campin’ come heal my ass, pussy ass bitch.”

Another voice, “Frickin’ loser, we all know Wetty Bettey is the meta.”

“You only play Wetty Betty cause you suck balls,” another retorted.

“Can we get serious here,” an older voice chimes in, “I am tryin’ to rank up.”

“Rank up these ovaries,” another said followed by laughter.

[Frankie Reynes]

Oh. Oh, *of course* these were the kinds of people he was playing against. Yep, that made perfect sense.

"Alright you little shits, Lil D's mom here," she said, "It's time to put you babies to bed."

She wasn't very good at the game, apparantly. But maybe they'd get distracted by the fact they were hearing a girl's voice; because she figured they weren't the sort to cope well with that sort of thing. And hey, even if she went down in defeat, all it'd really mean is that the next time they'd play with Lil'D, they'd say shit like how his mom went down on them.

gaming? | 1d20 ⇒ 9

[Dapper Dog]

A young girl replied, “Hey, your son eats my butt, you stupid bitch. L2play, you’re getting cooked idiot.”

[Frankie Reynes]

Oh no! Her devious plan totally backfired!

"Oh yeah? Well... how do I l2play then?"

Confuse them into submission with an honest admission of ignorance!

[Dapper Dog]

Oh no! Her devious plan totally backfired!

"Oh yeah? Well... how do I l2play then?"

Confuse them into submission with an honest admission of ignorance!

“Okay, your support so…” the girl starts giving her directions on how to play with plenty of sass and sarcasm but if she sticks with it, she starts death rolling her allies to victory.

An hour has passed.

[Frankie Reynes]

"Ah knackers!" she exclaimed when she looked at the time. How the bloody hell had she spent this much time on this nonsense?

[Dapper Dog]

"Finally, at least you're not dogshit now," the girl countered. "I gotta go, dinner time. Get gud mom."

[Frankie Reynes]

She stared into the camera at that point, unsure of whether or not they'd picked up any of the chatter. But if they did, then the expression she made right now would at least make for a funny cut.

After that, she decided to just turn off the game and head on. Maybe trying to find her room.

/scene unless she runs into more stuff?

[Dapper Dog]

/scene