Tales from NeoVictoria: The Revenge of Professor Timmons: Scene 9

Time: May 9, 2014 from 5pm to 10pm
Location: Mrs. Chickenstalkers [Aspertus SIM]
Organized By: Asil Karu

NeoVictoria Players: Asil Karu as Asil Karu, Bertrand Emerald as Professor Heironymous Timmons, Juliana Swordthain as Lady Juliana, kaelyn001 Resident as Kaelyn, Kitiarafox Resident as Kit, Myomy Resident as Myomy Ohmai, Rowena23 Resident as Dame Rowena Desade, Tarquin Evermore as Samuel Bellamy, ValentineAdler as Valentine ‘Val’ Adler and Xiuhcohtl Balazic as Anya “Ginger” Greer

Asperatusians: Gabrielle Riel and the many residents and visitors of Asperatus.

Event Description

8 May (Thursday) Scene 9: In Asperatus.  NeoVictorians track down the robot and capture it.  It is caged in a rune lock and the professor is secured for the trip back to NeoLondon.  The city rejoices and a party ensues at Mrs. Chickenstalker’s Apothecary and Dry Goods Emporium.

[Gabrielle Riel of Radio Riel live DJ’d the event from 6 PM to 9 PM, SL-Time!]

We complete the roleplay today (Saturday) in Asperatus.  Join us at 6 PM, SL-Time as we return home to planet NeoVictoria with our prisoners in-tow. 

Robot Emerges from Hiding
Timmon’s Robot lumbers to the edge of the hidden alcove the Professor told him to stay within. It has been a long time since the professor left. The robot knows exactly how many seconds have elapsed. Programming argues with artificial intelligence. AI wins. The robot emerges cautiously.
Professor Heironymous Timmons rolls his head, still strapped into the chair, the drugs from the previous night coursing through his system. He drifts in and out of consciousness, occasionally giggling or muttering something incomprehensible.
Val Prepares
Valentine ‘Val’ Adler pulled a bag out from behind an indiscreet slot in the shelves containing the professors belongings, “Ah, this should do the trick! Shall we?” He patted his pocket to be certain the key was there, then gestured for Sam to lead the charge.
It's Here
Asil Karu: almost falls over as she sees the robot walk into the store, as bold as can be, and make its way to the Professor. “It’s here!” She almost screams the words.
He had memorized the picture of the machine from the newspaper, so when he saw the robot, he brought it forth. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the sidhe said with a grin. “I think we should prepare for battle.”
Robot Down
Timmon’s Robot paused as the key made contact with the keyhole. A shutter ran across its brass housing, causing a high-pitched groan. It spoke. “Stop that, you –, yo–, y–” A sway, a stutter step, then a fall to the planked floor, the sound of crashing wood.
“Why don’t you do the appropriate thing and let him stand a trial? Who knows, we could see if he can reform in a jail cell.” As he did this, he sheathed the blade on his back. It’s bad when the battle-hardened and black armored death-elf is the guy saying give peace a chance. “Killing him is unnecessary. He’s obviously unable to harm you lot.”
Asil paints the runes into the air and the creature floats up and over into the sphere of light. The gears in the box begin to whistle as the runes lock the creature into a state of perfect stasis; every electric impulse is quieted until it is no more than a statue.
Valentine ‘Val’ Adler looked to the Professor for a long time in silence, stroking his chin as he considered the various things that could be done to the man. He at long last spoke up. “I believe.. we should keep him alive. We could use him.. even as crazed as he seems to be. He will be a free man by no means, but we will have to detain him someplace.. proper.” He nodded thoughtfully.
Lift Him
Myomy helps Val unbuckle the metal bracelets holding the professors wrists and ankles. She takes an extra sheet from the table nearby and drapes it over the sleeping scientist. “I will help you lift him, Val. On three?”
Valentine ‘Val’ Adler smiles, and carts off the professor to stow away in a temporary, padded holding cage until they are able to put him to trial.
She smiles toward the crowd and take a small bag of gold from her pocket. Walking toward the musician, she drops the bag on to their console. “A gift from Mrs. Chickenstalkers …drinks and food are on the house tonight!”
And the dancing begins!!

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