Calamity city

[Snapper]

Rourke:

Rourke joins Jacob. He yells through the door, "Anyone there!? We're a team sent to help! If you can hear us, please open up! We're the good guys!" Rourke gives Jacob a worth a try look.

Rourke takes in the door, looking to see if there's an old-fashioned key-lock, a number pad, or a swipe reader even. Experimentally, he tries the door to see if it's locked.

[kabukiman]

Everyone roll 2d6.

[jp1885]

[2, 2] = 4
2d6: [ 2 2 ] = 4

Jacob rolls his eyes at Rourke and steps back to give him free rein.

[Dave Syrinx]

Hiroto waits..

[Philulhu]

2d6

Edit: I don’t think the dice roller is my friend…

[Mr. Handy]

Mary has a bad feeling about this.

2d6 roll for some reason:
2d6
I don't think it likes me either...

[Snapper]

Rourke:

2d6

OOC:   8

[kabukiman]

When everyone is calling someone in the building, Rourke notices a lone figure that is passing in a crossroad about 200 meters. He is dressed like a miner, but his clothes are all torn and you cannot see his face. He haven't notice you yet.

[Snapper]

Rourke:

Rourke holds up a hand to get his colleagues' attention then points at the stranger. "At least one person is still here."

[Mr. Handy]

Mary looks in the indicated direction.

[Philulhu]

Ota swung his rifle up to cover the man. ”You there!” he barked. ”Come here!”

[jp1885]

“Way to ingratiate yourself with the locals…” Jacob mutters.

Nonetheless, he quietly readies his own weapon.

[kabukiman]

The man turns the head in your direction. You can see he has several wounds in his face, but with paterns, like drawings. A triangle maybe? He makes a face of fury and screams:
"Ia!"
You immediatly hear a voice screaming behind the windows:
"Your fools! You make him call the horde!"

[Mr. Handy]

"I didn't do it," says Mary. "Quick, let us in. We'll help you fight them off."

[jp1885]

Jacob looks around, trying to see where the voice was coming from.

[Dave Syrinx]

Watching the tattooed man, Hiroto backs up on the pavement towards the police door.

[Philulhu]

Ota didn’t hesitate. He lined up the man in his gunsights, took careful aim, and fired.

2d6

Edit: Ho hum… …

[Snapper]

OOC:   Don't forget to add your skill level in the relevant weapon.

[Snapper]

Rourke:

Rourke whirls back to the police station. "Let us in, right now, or we start shooting your lock until we can get in ourselves. Lock might not work after that, of course."

OOC:   Rourke is frantically searching the door for a lock or swipe reader or something.

[kabukiman]

OOC: since you have 4 in rifle + the 4 from the dices, it is a success. Roll the damage please.