Heart Game: Hurricane - Run 2

[idolpro]

[At first, all is still; all is silent.]

[The only light is the light from your phone, where a checklist has taken over the screen. It reads:]

___ Make a change
___ Repair something
___ Protect something
___ Find the True Heart
___ Survive

[Then the light comes up, bright, and then brighter, and you are in…]

Comments

Re: HQ

[offontherightfoot]

There's an attack incoming in -

[Glances at the countdown.]

- three hours and fifty-four minutes. I need to get you ready, and you need to get moving immediately.

Re: HQ

[neigh_sayer]

Oh great, that doesn't sound fun. Okay then, how about we skip all the extra stuff then?

[gonna try to hop right on outta the chair]

Re: HQ

[offontherightfoot]

[The chair doesn't protest, though Intensity makes an unamused sound.]

Sit back down.

Re: HQ

[neigh_sayer]

[WHINES]

If it's super urgent, every minute counts, right? What's our objective? Get the hell out of here alive?

Re: HQ

[offontherightfoot]

Get out alive and keep them from tearing apart everything you can manage to save.

Are you going to let me plug you in, or not? It can give you more information in a second than I could talking for days.

Re: HQ

[neigh_sayer]

I don't like the sound of being plugged in, but if it'll get you off my back. . .[sulking and getting back in the chair]

Re: HQ

[offontherightfoot]

[You feel fingers in the hair at the base of your skull, and then soft pressure and a click like cutlery on a metal pan.]

[In an instant, there's everything.]

[There's the city center and the routes through it and the danger level for expected incoming games. There's the vid feed over San Francisco, half standing, and the Tokyo-F dorms, and the rooftops, and everything beyond. There's current status and stability - damaged, but functional - and abilities (insufficient), and weapon specs.]

[There's the angle of the sun in winter, and the wind interference, and the systems diagnostics for the repairs on the room down the hall. There's audio being processed through the comms, and the programming for the interior temp controls (below recommended average), and a systems update running on twenty-three different systems simultaneously. There's 45 floating-point operations per second.]

[There's everything.]

[It's thrumming in the air and filling up your skin and clawing out the soft parts in your head to make room.]

[There's everything, and it just won't stop.]

[Right up until it does.]

[All at once, it flicks out like a light when the switch is flipped, and in its place there's just you, sitting in a metal chair again.]

[Gain +1 to all Wis rolls, permanently.]

Re: HQ

[neigh_sayer]

[WOW THAT'S A LOT]


Nooot sure what you just did, but I guess I'm good to go now, huh?

Re: HQ

[offontherightfoot]

Mm. You'll be able to sync with whatever R&D prepared for you.

Now get moving. You have incoming in -

[He checks the countdown.]

- Three hours and twenty-seven minutes.

Re: HQ

[neigh_sayer]

[a little salute, sliding off the chair again]

You got it. How do we get outta here?

Re: HQ

[offontherightfoot]

Head north from here.

[Points to the door.]