Logging Do-N to 'logs\Do-N.ChatSociety.log'
Do-N	"Ja?"
The_Guild	"Ja." When last we left you, you had just met Artie and the band.
Do-N	"So, you boys mind if I sit in for a bit? I haven't play with decent a band in months. Haven't played with fuckin' electricity in that long neither."
The_Guild	The guys look at one another. Artie looks at you uncertainly. "...electricity?"
Do-N	"Shit! Got ahead of myself again. What kinds of instruments do you guys play? I'm partial to this kinda shit." [Gestures to the bass & the drum machine.]
The_Guild	Artie pipes up. "I play the drums," he gestures to the drum kit they were setting up, "Bowls on guitar, and Trump on clenhorn."
Do-N	[Do-N's eyes suddenly narrow.] "What kind of guitar?"
The_Guild	Bowls holds his guitar out, "'62 Fender Jazzmaster."
Do-N	[Points to the jack on the front of the guitar] "And what do you put there?"
The_Guild	Bowls looks at it and shrugs, giving you an odd look. "Nothing, it's a decoration."
Do-N	[Sudden manic energy] "So! To change the subject: who's the heaviest band in history?"[Looking about for an outlet]
The_Guild	"Ogre Maniac." "Forx." "Def Leppard."
Do-N	~How do I get access to electricity in this dump?~ "I see. ...at some times tonight, you won't believe me, but I'm not here to kill you. I'm here to save you."
The_Guild	[No outlet. Even if there were outlets, the little glade you are in is made of 20' high crates.] Artie pipes up. "The Guild doesn't use electricity, it's too primitive."
Do-N	[A manic look crosses her eyes] "And that's exactly why I fucking need it!"
The_Guild	Bowls nods his agreement. Trump nods after a moment, he seems a bit lost on the topic. "But... but you don't -NEED- it." To demonstrate, Bowls fires off a quick riff... perfectly amp'd for the space, reaching every corner of the crate glade in South Storage. He plays for a few seconds and the last note reverberates as it dies. There is a scattering of applause.
Do-N	"Interesting. How do you make it work? [To Bowls] Buddy Holly, give me your cruchiest E chord." [cruNchiest]
The_Guild	"Just play, friend. Everything is fine tuned for your listening and playing enjoyment." Bowls pauses for a second, then E's it up.
Do-N	"For *MY* listening and playing enjoyment?" [Do-N hits a low E, wanting the sound of an overdriven 4x12 where all the speakers have been slashed with razor blades.]
The_Guild	And it happens, the low roar of your chord inciting Bowls to start playing a darker line of music. Artie bobbles over to the drums and sits down, joining in with a little bit of foot. Trump waits, his instrument still in it's case.
Do-N	"AHAHAHAHA!! That *IS* tuned for my listening and playing enjoyment!"
The_Guild	As Bowls continues to play, the lights dim slightly, adding mood to the music.
Do-N	[Nasty banshee wail, imagining screaming into a distortion & echo pedal] "I'VE GOT A WALLET ON MY ASS WITH A ROCK AND ROLL LICENSE, BABY!!"
The_Guild	Like it's meant to be! The music is like you'd always dreamed it would be!
Do-N	"Ahahaha! Now we just need to get some songs... and maybe light some shit on fire, but not quite yet."
The_Guild	"Just try to keep up!" Bowls keeps playing and Artie joins in with a little more beat.
Do-N	[So, since they know songs in common, they're leading?] [Do-N tries to direct them towards "Good Girl" by "Mad Capsule Markets".]
The_Guild	The music becomes a sort of hybrid Good Girl improv.
Do-N	[Ah well, so long as I can get something to do decent vocals over... really, she'll just let them go all over the place, so long as she can think of good vocal moments to go over top.]
The_Guild	~You're being contacted by Natila-Vv on behalf of Alice Whitehouse.~ The music behind you suddenly stops.
Do-N	[Looking around to see what happened] ~"Uh, yeah?"~
The_Guild	Artie, Bowls and Trump are gone.
Do-N	[Am I still in the same place? Is everyone else gone?]
The_Guild	In fact, looking around, all but two others are gone. You're still in the crate glade.
Do-N	Uh, Hi, so what's up with this?
The_Guild	Two figures appear at the entrance to the crate glade, dressed all in black and carrying compact weaponry. They open fire. Make a defense roll, dicebot is in the main room. Actually, make two.
Do-N	[K, what's my range defense currently at? Do I still have the combat skills from the gathering of swordsmen? How 'bout the giant?]
The_Guild	[Ranged defense is the same. The giant seemed to have mostly melee skills.]
Do-N	[And no combat mastery or extra defenses?]
The_Guild	You are peppered by semi-automatic fire as you dodge, one of the commandos missing, the other dead on. A burst of shots hit you in the shoulder and chest. The shots sting!
Do-N	[Sting like what? I grab combat skills from those guys as well & grab my sword.]
The_Guild	[Grabbing skills is a combat action] [Sting like ouch, high velocity finger poke.] Initiative.
Do-N	[So, what combat skills have these guys got?]
The_Guild	[Is that what you're doing? Grabbing combat skills?]
Do-N	[Well, with judge opponent, I should be able to know their basic combat abilities and skills.]
The_Guild	[Oh, right! *heh*] They're well-trained, they keep low and hold their weapons in a professional manner. They seem quite capable.
Do-N grabs their combat skills.
The_Guild	You are suddenly well-versed in several combat skills, including melee and hand to hand combat.
Do-N	[They have no ranged defense?]
The_Guild	[Yeah, they do. And ranged attack as well.]
Do-N	[So, how much did I get from them? What's my ranged defense at?]
The_Guild	You feel quite agile. Your pre-emptively dodging, your knowledge of their firing stance tipping you off to the exact moment they'll shoot. {Roll and I'll let you know. :)} You neatly sidestep one burst of gunfire, but neatly step into another from above, taking a few hits to the shoulders and arm. Artie, Bowls and Trump appear, grins on their faces. "That was AWESOME! You shoulda seen the look on your face, Do-N!"
Do-N	"Alright, I admit that was a trip... not what I'd usually do for kicks, but what the fuck do I know. :)"
The_Guild	You recognize Gegon, apparently the leader of the little attack. He's standing on the crates above, celebrating.
Do-N	"You slick motherfucker, make me look like a total fuck right when I'm getting settled." [big grin]
The_Guild	Gegon laughs. "Welcome to South Storage, bitch! Have a drink!"
Do-N grabs him by the collar, kisses him and bites his lips. "I think I will."
The_Guild	He laughs again, grabbing you around the waist and twirling you around. "Let's get one together."
Do-N	"Alright, but one question first: who *is* the heaviest band in history?"
The_Guild	"I dunno, who is? " "Napalm Death?"
Do-N	"Yeah, Napalm Death are definitely up there... maybe Emperor or Rotting Christ in their early days... definitely not fuckin' Def Leppard! Was that a setup too?"
The_Guild	"That was Trump, eh? Dude's got some serious mental thing going on. We let him stick around 'cause he plays good." Gegon gives you a drink.
Do-N	"Yeah, that he does. [Takes the drink & slugs it back like a shot] Ta. So are you guys the rest of the band? 'cause I'm not done by a damn sight."
The_Guild	"Nah, Artie and..." Gegon stops in mid sentence, confused. He looks around. "Do-N?"
Do-N	"Yeah?"
The_Guild	He spins around again. "Do-N?... Shit..." He looks about for a moment then shrugs, frowning slightly. He turns and heads toward Artie and the rest of the band. Their equipment, amazingly, is untouched by paint.
Do-N	"You alright man?"
The_Guild	"Hey Artie, did you see where Do-N went?" "Do-N? Wasn't she just with you?" "Yeah, but I turned my back for a second and she disappeared." "Strange. She seemed into you, man." "Yeah, damn. If you see her... I dunno, let her know I'm looking for her." "Sure thing, Gegs."
Do-N	[So, what can I make of my predicament? I can see him, but he can't see me?]
The_Guild	[That would seem logical... but you can see yourself.]
Do-N	[And he didn't seem to hear me when I spoke?] ~Anybody home?~ [No, I'm thinking to "the operator" if there is such a thing, whoever or whatever I ask for directions.]
The_Guild	~Yes?~ Gegon turns around to head back to the table and starts. "Do-N!" "You just disappeared, where did you go?"
Do-N	"Nowhere... was it something I drank?"
The_Guild	"Nowhere?" He chuckles. "Alright, whatever, you're back. Hey Artie?" He turns to the round little fellow at the drum kit. "You need a bassist?" "Sure do! Do-N, you gonna play with us?"
Do-N	"If people will stop fuckin' shooting at me!... actually that's cool too, I dig the shooting. Even if paintballs do make me feel like a fucking pussy... yeah, I'm in."
The_Guild	"Excellent." Artie, Bowls and Trump ready their instruments. Gegon winks at you then goes to the drink table to join a few of his commando buddies.
Do-N launches into "Sugar" by "System of a Down".
Do-N	[At some point during the night, Do-N sets her (useless) amp on fire... she drinks like a fish and takes every drug she can see... at another point she pierces her face, ears & chest a few times with safety pins.]
The_Guild	[Gegon tries to get close to you, the band and generally everybody else likes your music and act, everybody drinks like a fish and takes every drug they see.]
Do-N probably goes home with Gegon, assuming she can muster enough sobriety to go anywhere.