PrP: Diggy Diggy Hole

[Circe]

Abyssalstar , Kray , ReubanBrightwood , Sonnie Wu
Narration:
Beneath Funderland is a series of tunnels. In fact, it is below a good chunk of Sacramento. Rum Running Tunnels, some sections even used to have tours. Mostly dull grey stone, sometimes brown, often covered in dust and dryness, with its own ecosystem of fungi flora and verminous fauna. The Lost discovered they had access to these tunnels through the theme park.


Being a paranoid lot, the Lost have sought to secure the tunnels as a fall back point and/or to ensure it isn't used to ambush them. Armored doors with multiple locks, metal mesh fences, and walls have secured access, but that isn't the only work they've done. Infrastructure has been put in like bridges, stairs, rail cars, storage areas, and even a locked wine cellar. Well, the last was cleaned and re-covered rather than installed.


And have they been ambushed in justification of their paranoia? Yes, but only by lizard, vermin, or leech. And yet treasures have been found too.


And thus we find a collection of the Lost gathering supplies in this gallery. And for some reason, there are some tables setup too with what could be called a sort of victuals?
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Circe:


Circe had said she'd provide snacks for the event. And she'd meant it, even if it might be a bad idea before digging. The folding table was lit by a couple of electric lamps, showing a meager spread. Fritos, dried figs, beef jerky, fish jerky, sodas, and some Gatorade lite flavored waters. Circe wasn't bringing down hot food that'd attract every rat and roach in the place. She'd brought stuff that could be put in a metal container. The primary reason to be here was for digging and building anyway.


Circe was dressed down for digging in. Denim trousers and longsleeved tunic with a pair of steel-toed work boots. The hard hat, safety goggles, and dust mask would have made her look not out of place at any construction site. The hip holster with a clearly suppresor attached to it gun inside would not fit to any such site in America. Circe had brought along an entrenching tool, since she'd no idea what other tools were down here, and quartet of heavy base brackets to hold the wooden posts in place as they are put up. Seemed a sensible choice. Turns out they'd left a lot of crap down here.


She may be over prepared.

On Circe

Vest attached flashlight, cheap flashlight, smart phone in hard shell case, Colt 45 with suppressor and hollowpoint bullets in a 9 mag. 5 spare mags. Entrenching tool, hedgespun multitool, hard hat 2/0 with lamp, safety goggles, steel-toed boots, flip flops, fanny pack with stuff, work gloves, two weighted braces for holding things in place

Shelf A

5 hard hats Armor for head =2/0, 3 hardhat lights, 8 safety goggles armor for eyes =1/0, 9 pairs of work gloves in varous sizes, 7 cheap flashlights, Tupper Ware stored batteries, 2 electric lamps, 2 gas-less oil lamps

Shelf B

hammer, paint brush, oil spray can, entrenching tool, screwdriver, 5x10 plastic tarp, box of nails, crowbar. 2 field hockey sticks. Raccoon Trap. Jug of detergent, 2 gallons of gas-less lamp oil, half empty jug of WD-40

Gallery Tarp Supplies on a pallet A

sledgehammer, shovel, lead pipe, hoe, trowel, float, battery electric lamp, 2 gallon water, 12 lbs concrete mix, marine access hatch.

Gallery Tarp supplies on pallet B

24 bricks, 8 cinderblocks, 9 useable 4x4 boards, a box of 25 gallon trash bags

Wheel barrows

Currently empty

[Sonnie Wu]

Sonnie Wu arrived at about the appointed time, and naturally made a bee line for the snacks. Her mouth was full of Fritos before she bothered to look around at the rest of the supplies. Between crunching sounds, the Beast spoke, "Yo! I'm here to do manual labor. Nothing like breaking your back for minimum wage, amirite?"

The Spring Courtier was dressed in denim bib overalls and a red long-sleeved shirt. Her hedgespun boots were on her feet, and her messenger bag was slung across her back. Her long brown hair was up in a bun to keep it out of the way. Tail swaying, she scanned over the snacks table, "Aw, no bean dip?"

Hedgespun boots (+2 SPD), Hedgespun coin pendant (+2 DEF), Hedgespun staff (+2 DMG), messenger bag, bottled water, flashlight, smartphone, bag of M&Ms, goblin fruit (2 healing, 1 willpower), 3 throwing knives (concealed), work gloves.

[Kray]

The sound of the ogre's approach is prelude by the echo of something padded but wooden and heavy being dragged across the ground. The thing in question.

Same roll from the tunnels group reposted here for ease

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2024-10-05 03:07:13	Kray rolls 10 to Make me some mine shaft supports: manipulation 2, + persuasion 1, + allies 3, + resources 3, -0 time (30days), -3 difficulty, +4 unyielding voice (10 Again)	8, 3, 1, 7, 8, 9, 9, 8, 8, 1	6 successes

The Giant has he twisted arms locked under the support beam and is essentially farmers walking the very well made support structure forward with a series of grunts and huffs. The bottom of the support structs have been secured in bed sheets to try and stop them scratching on the floor. It's heavy and awkward even for his strong back and brutish might. It's a good thing he is tall because his long coat is tied by the sleeves around it and a duffel stuffed with handles and tools dangles by the strap.

Otherwise shined black shoes, jeans and a flannel shirt rolled up to the elbow exposing the grey and scabrous skin of his forearms. And of course the circlet of entwined finger bones and shadow play origami flames rests upon his brow in place of the usual hedgespun fedora, sending the shadows to dancing as he makes his slow encumbered way towards the other lost.

Finally able to put the long awaited thing down. He isn't rushing to grab food rather to catch his breath. "Uh. Uh. Uh." That must have been heavy. "Phew. Hey both." Is what he manages by way of greeting for the moment.

stats and equipment

Defence:2
Armour: 1/0
Speed: 12







WP Pool/Scene: 2/2


Reinforced Clothing (Long coat)
old fashioned leather helmet (not worn)
Bowie Knife 2L
Sledgehammer 2B (9-Again)
Fire Axe 3L
Machete 2L
Ice Axe 2L 1AP
Shovel 1B

[Circe]

Narration:
The loud noises, both from the energetic Spring and the encumbered Autumn, have driven off most of the vermin that would have tried to attack this little underground picnic.
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Circe:
The food was a viable choice it seems. Sonja or Kray, both would devour what is on display. Given the differences in size, it had to be some fae shenanigans that the two seemed to eat the same amount without issue.


"Nay. There is also doing it for free, that is similar," Circe assures the bouncy Spring. Then shakes her head, "Of course not Sonnie. I've no desire to kick things off by fighting rats. Too cliche for adventures, you know?"


"Merda," she says as she hears, then sees what Kray is carrying, rushing over to help him. Patience wasn't a virtue for him. They could have gotten the barrows first! "You could have shouted for help Kray," she scolds him, "Something like, hey dumbass help me move this stuff, would be fully appropriate."


Once the wood is put down, or placed on a wheel barrow, she will grab a couple of the waters. She hands one off to Kray, waiting to see if he needs a second before offering that too. "Here. Take 15 if you need Kray. We'll knock out the logistics when you catch your breath."


She then looks to Sonja Wu, "Question? How much do you know about construction? Seems simple by research, but you have any practical?"


Because looking up historical mining operations was both helpful and not. How it was done and efficiency was encouraging, but the details always included the tragedies that came with failures of the construction. Which had been quite demoralizing. Sonja and Kray could get trapped!


Circe wouldn't. She could phase through stuff and had a small air canister in the fanny pack.

[Kray]

Circe's help is for once accepted without complaint, he really must have been feeling the weight of the support beam. "Ah. Thanks Circe." The chastisement taken less well, but she had just helped him. "Eh. I can move it. So I did." No need to over complicate things that didn't need it. The water is taken as he slumps against the snack table to catch his breath. He nods at the suggestion to take a moment. And without prompting the beef jerky container has found its way into his hands. "Uh. Besides your not dumb or a donkey." He understands the gist, just poking back tit for tat.

Water, food to refuel and a some deep breathing. He'll be back on his feet soon enough. "Uh. So similar plan to last time? I handle the physical labour element and you lead on the more technical stuff?" And Sonnie does whatever it is she does? The spring had been a bit quiet. Regardless he chows on the jerky for just a little longer.

stats and equipment

Defence:2
Armour: 1/0
Speed: 12


WP Pool/Scene: 2/2




Reinforced Clothing (Long coat)
old fashioned leather helmet (not worn)
Bowie Knife 2L
Sledgehammer 2B (9-Again)
Fire Axe 3L
Machete 2L
Ice Axe 2L 1AP
Shovel 1B

[Sonnie Wu]

"Hey, Kray, whatta say?" She was a poet and didn't even know it.

"Cliches exist for a reason," Sonnie responded to Circe, "Fighting rats in a dungeon is a classic! Wait, are they giant rats?" She pondered that for a moment, then shook her head and moved on to the Summer Queen's next question, "Um, does building with Legos count as construction experience?"

She laughed, then, and waved off her joke, "I've built stuff before. Like, my... umm..." she paused, "I don't wanna say what. A building. Structure. Whatever you wanna call it. Not huge, but, like, a few rooms." The Beast was cautious about talking about her Hollow. She didn't want to give away anything about her personal hideaway.

[Circe]

Narration:
Nothing causes trouble from the shadows.
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Circe:
Circe spreads her arms wide as she makes a sound of exasperation, "Dude! Follow the advice of Scrooge McDuck: work smarter, not harder," and points at the wheel barrels, "Save your spine. I mean," she pats herself down, yup, "I have medical flasks I'll use on you, but better the Goblin Fruit be of no use."


Well, it looks like the snacks were a good choice. Gristlegrinder and Sonja were eating machines. Then she frowns, "We don't have the right build for going on a epic quest Sonnie," she points at her, "We have no healer! No wizard! Improper weapons and armor, nor can we just go and buy it in this town. The Seven Eleven lacks a sales armory."


Then shakes her head with a disappointed sigh, "Nope it don't."


Circe has little trouble guessing what Sonja meant. There were 2, well, 3 possibilities that came to mind. Shanty, Hollow, or a tree house. She hoped Sonja wasn't living in the first. "Well, I have ideas and cracked some books. Guess I'll be directing, well, shouting whilst shoving beams into place. You know how to use a nail gun Sonja? Figure you can climb up and nail the beams together whilst Kray and I brace them together."


Letting pressure or glue hold the beams together was right out. Former was a pain to calculate and screw holding it in place for hours waiting for the glue to dry. A roofing nail gun should work just as well as old school methods.


Then looks back to Kray, "Also nope. Everyone works. Easier if everyone is digging until we have to put the beams up. Then everyone does the beams," that was how it worked for smaller operations from what she'd read and watched online. She points at the beams Kray had brought in, "Them things is heavy. The fulcrums will help get it up, but easier to keep it up with six hands then 2."


They'd have to tortoise this instead of rabbit. They didn't want to risk a cave-in by rushing it. "Slow and steady keeps you both from getting squished, so we doing that."

On Circe

Vest attached flashlight, cheap flashlight, smart phone in hard shell case, Colt 45 with suppressor and hollowpoint bullets in a 9 mag. 5 spare mags. Entrenching tool, hedgespun multitool, hard hat 2/0 with lamp, safety goggles, steel-toed boots, flip flops, fanny pack with stuff, work gloves

[Kray]

Stuffing another handful of jerky from the container into his terrible jaw he chews the frustration at the chide away. Swallowing both the food and a less polite retort. "Ah. That was smarter. I had all my stuff tied up to it to save me multiple trips." One burst of effort, over a the drawn out back and forth. "Hm. You know we aren't as infirm as humans, the aches, pains and frailty of age don't bite us as hard. My spine will be strong on the day I die as it is today." And that was probabaly true even if he lived another hundred years.

The spring claviger speaks up. "Uh. I said Hi, Sonnie." Just polite courtiers, social norms and the the such. Hauling himself to his feet once more dusty off his hands and placing a consciously empty container back on the snacks table. "Oh. If you need a improvised weapons run a home depot store has all sorts. It's where I got most of mine." Gesturing to duffel full of tools several of which doubled as weapons just fine.

But the method was sound enough, he had no experience building a mine shaft. "Uh. Alrighty then." Walking over to his pile of stuff and extracting the shovel and ice axe. "Hm. I couldn't find a pickaxe but this might work in a pinch." If they were careful, it was not designed for use on stone after all. "Right. We ready to get started?" The earth wasn't going to move itself. Well he couldn't make it do that anyway.

stats and equipment

Defence:2
Armour: 0/0
Speed: 12






WP Pool/Scene: 2/2








Reinforced Clothing (Long coat)
old fashioned leather helmet (not worn)
Bowie Knife 2L
Sledgehammer 2B (9-Again)
Fire Axe 3L
Machete 2L
Ice Axe 2L 1AP
Shovel 1B

[Sonnie Wu]

"Bah! Bah, I say!" she waved off Circe's concerns, "You're too hung up on the holy trinity. We can raid this dungeon without a healer. That's what healing potions are for! GG EZ!" The Monkey Girl refused to think about about how many hours she'd sunk into MMOs.

Setting the Fritos aside - for later - Sonnie brushed salt and corn dust off her hands, "Nail gun? Sure." How hard could it be? She'd seen them used in movies, like Lethal Weapon 2.

She blinked at Kray, not quite following his intent. She'd greeted him back already. Was she missing something. The nuances of social interactions sometimes evaded her, but saying 'Hey' was pretty basic. With a shrug, the Beast moved to pick up a shovel. "Digging first, yeah? I can dig it!"

Hedgespun boots (+2 SPD), Hedgespun coin pendant (+2 DEF), Hedgespun staff (+2 DMG), messenger bag, bottled water, flashlight, smartphone, bag of M&Ms, goblin fruit (2 healing, 1 willpower), 3 throwing knives (concealed), work gloves.

[Circe]

Circe:
Circe shrugs, "Meh, I am adverse to seeing friends in pain Kray. Foes is a BIIIIG opposite direction," Summer she is for sure. "And yes, I've recovered from being shot enough to know that is true." Goblin Fruit for the win was another way to say it.


Improvised weaponry? Circe could just improvise them or use a forge to improvise the weaponry. She'd her own preferences, but it really wasn't improvised if it was being made in a forge. "Also, it is amazing what you can find on E-bay. Or commission from a smith."


Circe considers the hazards of letting Sonja use the nail gun. "Right," she has a feeling she should give examples. "Gun is a misnomer. It is more like a stapler, I'll show you how to use it."


The risk of her shoving metal into anyone else was low. Sonja knew how to use weapons, and the safety hadn't been removed from the nail gun. Why would Circe do something like that? She has real guns, no need for an improvised one.


Circe points to the various supplies, "We got stuff, uh, I think Kray?" She walks over and starts looking under the tarps. Then heads to a shelf, "Tombola!," she holds up the entrenching tool, "Shovel or pick, this can be your double pick. Wait, confusing." Circe adjusts the tool so that it goes from shovel to pick mode, "It is a both. Also there is a hoe, tools, and all the good shit! Loot what you want to you use," is her cheerful adventurer style advise.


"That, and hauling it will be easy with the wheel barrows. And yes Kray," she nods to him, "Forward onto the adventures in dirt moving!"
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Narration:


They can travel East from the Storage Gallery, the path is unchanged for Kray or Circe, having seen it before. Sonja may note the soot marks near the ceiling from old lanterns, the handful of turn-off alcoves that are small dead-ends. Nothing really of note nor any threats. Attempting to explore these few alcoves may result in squishy, stinky foot steps.


It is a short trip if they load up the wheel barrows to haul everything. If they do not, it will take multiple trips.


The collapse is mostly dirt, though the Lost can spot a small pile of rocks, they look dangerous just sitting there. Illumination can be handled by lantern or portable lights that they have in storage.


Removing the collapse is a set of rolls. First is Strength plus either Stamina, athletics skill, or craft skill, target is 10. This is followed by additional work needed in the form of support beams to replace the broken ones, with extra factors due to Kray's planned booby trap.