There was a barrel positioned against a railing just feet away from the end of the blank. With pep in her step, Mariko walked towards it and swung down into a crouch by its side, putting it between herself and the ferry. She set the bag down on the ground and unzipped it—the spoils glistened in the light of the open sky, their plastic packaging rippling in the wind and sun. A package of seaweed snacks was the first thing to catch her eye. Mariko was unable to keep herself from grinning as she turned the familiar and flimsy thing over in her hands.
"Don't answer this, but didja really give everyone these things?" Mariko asked aloud, "I wonder how many people are gonna eat them or who's just gonna throw 'em into the water. I know not everyone's into these. Sort of a, eh, potentially divisive pick, I'm just saying."
She tore the package open, took a handful of seaweed from inside, and slid them into her mouth. An explosion of salt burst from each sheet of grey-green paper as they folded against the points and blunts of her teeth and disappeared downwards into her gullet. She shoved her next hand in without looking as she felt around for the cylindrical body of a bottle of water. It took less than two seconds for her to comes across one, open it, and swallow some to wash the seaweed down.
"Okay?"
Okay.
The wood is rough and kind of splintered, but sitting conditions aside this is as good a time as any to take a Short Rest and maybe get to figuring out our plan of attack. Yeah?
So; what do we have going for us?
SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST TTRPG V0.5 CHARACTER SHEET
Name: Mariko Whitney, the Marquise of Whimsy
Team: Jewel's Leviathans
Level: 3
Odds: Midgame
Role: Undeclared
Bucket List:
Observe as much gameplay as possible. Take notes on gameplay. Encourage specific gameplay scenarios.
Escape alive and intact.
EXP: 25/100
Rogue's Gallery (Stat-Sheet):
Guts: 7 (-2)
- Brawling
- Construction
- Athletics
Pluck: 12 (+1)
- Acrobatics (Proficiency Bonus +1)
- Subterfuge
- Firearms
Iron: 13 (+2)
- Pain Threshold
- Evasive Maneuvers
- Resist Fatigue
Moxie: 8 (-1)
- Conversation
- Performance (Proficiency Bonus +1) [Topic Bonus: Tap-Dancing]
- Team Spirit
Wiles: 12 (+1)
- Deception
- Persuasion
- Intimidation
Placidity: 10 (+/- 0)
- Reaction Speed
- Willpower
- Fight-or-Flight
Brains: 14 (+2)
- Tactics
- Investigation
- Encyclopedia (Topic Bonuses: Tabletop Games +2, Fantasy and Science-Fiction Novels +2, Survival of the Fittest +1)
Sleuthing: 11 (+/- 0)
- Survivalism
- Insight
- Etiquette
Luck: 18 (+4)
Perception: 10 (+/- 0)
Health Points:
Total: 79/80 (8d8 from Limb Total)
Head: 8/8 (1d8)
Torso: 8/8 (1d8)
Left Arm: 8/8 (1d8)
Right Arm: 7/8 [Bandaged (1d8)
Left Leg: 8/8 (1d8)
Right Leg: 8/8 (1d8)
Mental: 8/8 (1d8)
Social: 8/8 (1d8)
Blood: 786/800
Afflictions: [Bleeding I => Bandaged, In Progress.]
Hunger: 8/8 [Full]
Thirst: 6/8
Stress Counter: [88888|||||||||||]
Armor Points: 2
Head Armor: n/a
Torso Armor: Graphic Tee (+1)
Left Gauntlet: Team Bandana (+0)
Right Gauntlet: n/a
Leg Armor: Denim Jeans (+1)
Footwear: Sneakers (+0)
Magic:
Spell List:
-
-
-
-
MP: 0/0 [Who are you kidding, Magic Is Fake As Shit!!!!!!!!!]
Duffel Bag:
- Rations:
- Saki Ika Dried Squid (1/1)
- Seaweed Snacks (2/3)
- Tuna Sandwich (1/1)
- Bread (2 Loaves/2)
- Oyster Crackers (2/2)
- Drinking Water (3.5/4)
- Life Savers (2/2)
- Gatorade (2/2)
- Rum Shot (0/1)
- Arena Map
- Sextant
- Flashlight w/ Batteries
- Condom (1/1)
- First Aid Kit (Opened, minus one bandage):
- Black Leviathans Tank-Top
- Red Mohegan Sun T-Shirt
- Black Track Pants
- Black Two-Piece Bikini
- Tap-Dancer's Outfit: One top-hat, one sleeveless faux-leather jacket, one pair of gloves, black high-waisted dancing shorts, tights, and one pair of tap-dancing shoes.
- Black Leviathans Towel
Hands:
- Greener Harpoon Gun {48 .38 Caliber Blanks, Four Rope Lines, and Three Heads Remaining}
Pockets:
- n/a
Bio: [See Profile]
Skills:
Light Footwork
+1 to Evasion rolls on actions making use of legs.
Heavy Focus
Option to defer a turn on Sleuth rolls in exchange for a +2 bonus.
Burdens:
Weak Arms
-1 to Guts rolls involving arms.
Vile Tongue
Every eight instances of dialogue (back-and-forth talking with other players/NPCs), roll 1d8. Mariko makes an offhand comment with rudeness inversely proportional to the absolute value of the number rolled—
8. Uneasy Compliment
7. Ambiguous Statement
6. Playful Jab
5. Backhanded Serve
4. Ego Bruise
3. Insult on top of Injury
2. Salt their Wounds
1. Salt the Earth
Teammates:
Unknown
Allies:
Kamille
Enemies:
Gabriela
????:
Leslie
Name: Mariko Whitney, the Marquise of Whimsy
Team: Jewel's Leviathans
Level: 3
Odds: Midgame
Role: Undeclared
Bucket List:
Observe as much gameplay as possible. Take notes on gameplay. Encourage specific gameplay scenarios.
Escape alive and intact.
EXP: 25/100
Rogue's Gallery (Stat-Sheet):
Guts: 7 (-2)
- Brawling
- Construction
- Athletics
Pluck: 12 (+1)
- Acrobatics (Proficiency Bonus +1)
- Subterfuge
- Firearms
Iron: 13 (+2)
- Pain Threshold
- Evasive Maneuvers
- Resist Fatigue
Moxie: 8 (-1)
- Conversation
- Performance (Proficiency Bonus +1) [Topic Bonus: Tap-Dancing]
- Team Spirit
Wiles: 12 (+1)
- Deception
- Persuasion
- Intimidation
Placidity: 10 (+/- 0)
- Reaction Speed
- Willpower
- Fight-or-Flight
Brains: 14 (+2)
- Tactics
- Investigation
- Encyclopedia (Topic Bonuses: Tabletop Games +2, Fantasy and Science-Fiction Novels +2, Survival of the Fittest +1)
Sleuthing: 11 (+/- 0)
- Survivalism
- Insight
- Etiquette
Luck: 18 (+4)
Perception: 10 (+/- 0)
Health Points:
Total: 79/80 (8d8 from Limb Total)
Head: 8/8 (1d8)
Torso: 8/8 (1d8)
Left Arm: 8/8 (1d8)
Right Arm: 7/8 [Bandaged (1d8)
Left Leg: 8/8 (1d8)
Right Leg: 8/8 (1d8)
Mental: 8/8 (1d8)
Social: 8/8 (1d8)
Blood: 786/800
Afflictions: [Bleeding I => Bandaged, In Progress.]
Hunger: 8/8 [Full]
Thirst: 6/8
Stress Counter: [88888|||||||||||]
Armor Points: 2
Head Armor: n/a
Torso Armor: Graphic Tee (+1)
Left Gauntlet: Team Bandana (+0)
Right Gauntlet: n/a
Leg Armor: Denim Jeans (+1)
Footwear: Sneakers (+0)
Magic:
Spell List:
-
-
-
-
MP: 0/0 [Who are you kidding, Magic Is Fake As Shit!!!!!!!!!]
Duffel Bag:
- Rations:
- Saki Ika Dried Squid (1/1)
- Seaweed Snacks (2/3)
- Tuna Sandwich (1/1)
- Bread (2 Loaves/2)
- Oyster Crackers (2/2)
- Drinking Water (3.5/4)
- Life Savers (2/2)
- Gatorade (2/2)
- Rum Shot (0/1)
- Arena Map
- Sextant
- Flashlight w/ Batteries
- Condom (1/1)
- First Aid Kit (Opened, minus one bandage):
- Black Leviathans Tank-Top
- Red Mohegan Sun T-Shirt
- Black Track Pants
- Black Two-Piece Bikini
- Tap-Dancer's Outfit: One top-hat, one sleeveless faux-leather jacket, one pair of gloves, black high-waisted dancing shorts, tights, and one pair of tap-dancing shoes.
- Black Leviathans Towel
Hands:
- Greener Harpoon Gun {48 .38 Caliber Blanks, Four Rope Lines, and Three Heads Remaining}
Pockets:
- n/a
Bio: [See Profile]
Skills:
Light Footwork
+1 to Evasion rolls on actions making use of legs.
Heavy Focus
Option to defer a turn on Sleuth rolls in exchange for a +2 bonus.
Burdens:
Weak Arms
-1 to Guts rolls involving arms.
Vile Tongue
Every eight instances of dialogue (back-and-forth talking with other players/NPCs), roll 1d8. Mariko makes an offhand comment with rudeness inversely proportional to the absolute value of the number rolled—
8. Uneasy Compliment
7. Ambiguous Statement
6. Playful Jab
5. Backhanded Serve
4. Ego Bruise
3. Insult on top of Injury
2. Salt their Wounds
1. Salt the Earth
Teammates:
Unknown
Allies:
Kamille
Enemies:
Gabriela
????:
Leslie
It took only five minutes before Mariko had it down, back to front and front to back. She could superimpose it over the left or right side of her vision, burned onto her eyes like the imprint of a too-bright-and-too-close lightbulb, hazy pink outlined in sewerified green. Everything was accounted for, every aspect of herself and expected future action evaluated by likelihood of success. She disinfected and put a bandage over the graze wound on her arm. She ran her eyes over every piece of food, every bit of clothing—even the gaudy costume they'd handed down to her. She didn't feel any desire to put it on, but she appreciated the personal touch.
After all, it was always nice to have a DM that took into account a more obscure part of your character's backstory.
...though maybe they just couldn't secure copyright on the fantasy costume they really wanted to use.
Mariko considered the possibility as she rose from behind the barrel and turned to once again face the ferry. The top deck was inaudible from this spot, but Mariko couldn't see any activity from where she was standing.
The beeping was a test run. A gaffe. A goof. Not to happen again. Whatever was upstairs was set to be her real first encounter of the game so far. That's when she'd put it—and the system she'd been working on for the last few months—to the test. Her only regret as she stepped back onto the Ferry was that she'd have to imagine the dice rolls. She couldn't really complain about that side of things, though.
[Besides, it made fudging the numbers just thaaaaaaaat much easier.]
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