Dane: [GM] Professor Graham wanders over to his bookshelf and pulls a folio out. He lays it on the desk and begins to sift through it. "If one of these dimensional portals has been opened, there has to be a mechanism to turn it off..."
Soo: [OOC] Oh yeah, that makes sense. "Hey guys, let's build a giant phone/taxi to God, but make sure we can turn it off too."
Kyle: [OOC] "Ugg, the Creators are drunk dialing us again."
Joe: [OOC] "Ya know, I never shay thish but... but I love you guysh I created."
Dane: [GM] Soo, you're not currently on any of my lists, please don't put yourself there.
Soo: [OOC] I'm sorry.
Kyle: [OOC] Wait a minute, does that mean I'm on a list too?
Dane: [GM] The contents of my GM lists are strictly confidential. I'll only comfort you by assuring you that it's a different list than Joe is on.
Dane: [GM] Graham finds something and puts it towards the group. It's a temple carving in the style similar to the ones you saw back up north. In the carving a man in an elaborate headdress and loincloth is gesturing towards what looks like a door with a wand.
Joe: [GR-210] "It all makes sense now! The portals are weak against silly hats and male nudity! Kali! Use your resources to procure a silly hat! Mari! Burn off Bailey's clothing! We have a world to save!"
Kyle: [Bailey Hunt] Bailey groans. "Would it damage yer office iffin' I kicked him inta a wall doc?"
Dane: [GM] Graham continues, apparently having a selective blindness to stupidity that allowed him to tolerate GR-210 for years. "All carvings depicting the ritual creation of portals feature a priest wielding a very specific-looking wand. I believe that such a wand must act as a control mechanism for the portal."
Ian: [OOC] I'm not sure if his selective blindness to stupidity helped him tolerate GR, or if knowing GR-210 that long burned it out of him. Chicken or the egg, really.
Ian: [Mari Sasho] Mari ponders the picture. "Makes sense, but where are we even gonna get one of those things? The site at Colton is pretty much a deathtrap, assuming there'd be one there.
Dane: [GM] "The wand in the pictures is described as a "Caller's Baton" and was a symbol of high authority in Old Velthri culture. Specifically it was only owned by high-tier priests. If you wanted one, you'll have to find the tomb of such a person."
Soo: [OOC] Isn't this a lot of conjecture? Are we really going to go dig through some entire (probably trap-laden) tomb just to get a stick on some guy's hunch?
Ian: [OOC] But it WILL work, you see. It will work because that's what we're investing time into obtaining.
Soo: [OOC] So, because we believe this guy, it automatically makes him right?
Kyle: [OOC] More along the lines of "if Dane wasted our time that much, we'd drive to his house and break his shins".
Soo: [Kali dVostog] Kali nods. "Which presents a whole different problem: where are we going to find a tomb of an Old Velthri high priest?"
Dane: [GM] Graham smiles widely. "Actually, I know of an undespoiled tomb that I was planning an expedition to in the near future. I have several other sites to explore though, so if you'd be willing to bring back any other significant finds I could just send you in my stead."
Joe: [OOC] Yay! We get to plunder a tomb with the full blessing of some random white guy from an entirely different culture!
Ian: [OOC] To be fair, in the era of pulp adventure that this is set around, that kind of IS how archaeology worked.
Kyle: [OOC] I hope it's one of those tombs with ancient weapons that are inexplicably better than common commerical firearms just because they're old and therefore magic.
Soo: [OOC] You guys seem awfully excited.
Ian: [OOC] We're getting sent into an enclosed, ancient space looking for a treasure! It's a dungeon crawl!
Soo: [OOC] So we just break into a place?
Ian: [OOC] Yep! And then there's free things and violence.
Joe: [OOC] So pretty much like when I invited you over for Christmas, Soo.
Soo: [OOC] Is it normal to think we're actually the bad guys in this game?
Kyle: [OOC] At first, but the voice in the back of your head will get softer as your roleplayer's intuition seizes control of your mind from your sense of decency.
Joe: [OOC] The coup in my mind was very bloodless... everyone got smothered with pillows.