Log:Broken Dolls: The Highly Inadvisable Activities Of Reginald H S Danger, Esquire

Broken Dolls: The Highly Inadvisable Activities Of Reginald H S Danger, Esquire
"If you could do me a favor and strike from the front, that would be splendid. We've got the Go Pro mounted aft, you see."
Participants Reggie, Etsy	23 December, 2017 What are you doing this Saturday, Reggie? A bit of lightning-catching, and then tea. Part of Broken Dolls
Location The Hedge
At the first opportune storm, Reggie does the stupidest thing he could in that situation. He straps himself into the seat of the Amazing Dangerbug and flutters his way out of the Airship Adventure, into the whirling gales. Normally a pilot would try to get above or below a storm, but Reggie is not a normal sort of fellow even under normal circumstances. So his ride jukes and torques and twists and turns in a manner that might make a less experienced pilot dizzy. But not Reggie. Nope. He somehow manages to thread the needle. Even with the rain pelting his goggles. "Right-o, Dangerbug. Just into the whirlwind for a spot of lightning and back in time for tea." This is, undoubtedly, one of the most inadvisable things that Reggie has done in at least the last year. The stormclouds in the Hedge, unlike those in the real world, have a sort of animation that defies not only logic and the usual movement of storm clouds but Euclidean geometry at points. Roiling, pulsing, inverting themselves: they glow internally with potential lightning, and crackle ominously. Catch lightning in a bottle? Sure, you could do that. Or could could die. That's also a possibility. Reggie taps the altimeter a few times when it seems to be stuck. But no. He's just leaping up and down in the turbulence a few hundred feet at a time. "Mind the hard deck on this one, old boy. These down drafts could be the death of us." Reggie guides the craft higher to avoid just that eventuality, aiming the craft nearer to the ebbs and flows of electric lights higher in the cloud tops. "Right. Now. Hold this heading for me, while I grab a fuck off big metal antennae." The Dangerbug chirps its alarm at this proposition, but keeps climbing just the same. "Oh, come off it. You're a flying Faraday cage, and you know it. I'm the meat in this machine!" -> >> Reggie to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 5 Successes for an exceptional success. < 2 2 2 4 4 4 4 6 6 9 9 9 10 10 > ==========================-> >> Wyrd + Expression + 2 No Flags << <- GAME: Reggie spends 2 Glamour -> >> Reggie to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 4 Successes < 1 1 1 3 4 5 6 6 7 9 10 10 10 > =============================================-> >> 10 No Flags << <- -> >> Reggie to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 2 Successes < 1 3 4 4 5 6 6 6 7 8 10 > ======================-> >> Dexterity + Athletics + 2 No Flags << <- GAME: Reggie spends 1 Willpower There's an updraft as Reggie starts to move out of his seat, readying to grab that fuck-off big metal antenna. The Dangerbug chirps its alarm, a BB-8-style alarum, just as Reggie is on his feet rather than in his seat. It is -- as of now -- not that much worse than the usual up-and-down drafts in the standard air show. The air crackles and snaps, however, more than a little bit of a warning. "Steady /on/, Dangerbug. At least until I get strapped back in." Reggie succeeds in climbing out of the cockpit and pulls the antenna out of the passenger hold. He takes a moment to get it extended, then stands himself up fully to begin wagging it brazenly at the approaching bank of lightning. "Cheerio, there! Look what I've got! A temperamental bit of lightning can't help but want to strike at a big stupid metal pole held by a brash and daring, handsome and bold, storybook hero sort of fellow. If you could do me a favor and strike from the front, that would be splendid. We've got the Go Pro mounted aft, you see." -> >> Reggie to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 3 Successes < 1 3 3 4 4 6 6 8 8 9 > =============================================-> >> 10 No Flags << <- -> >> Reggie to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 1 Success < 1 3 3 3 4 6 6 6 8 > ======================-> >> Dexterity + Athletics + 1 No Flags << <- GAME: Reggie spends 1 Willpower Sure, the Fae Mount is trying -- but it's tough when the storm seems like it's actually attacking the wings of the giant dragonfly mount. The clouds, a strange labyrinth of roiling darkness, batter the mount's wings, sending it bucking and spinning, and Reggie sliding along the body, just barely keeping his footing on the glimmering carapace. But he gets what he wants: the lightning coils to strike, like an eager fox coming after a mouse -- -> >> Reggie to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 1 Success < 1 2 3 3 5 5 6 7 9 > ==============================================-> >> 9 No Flags << <- GAME: Reggie spends 1 Willpower -> >> Reggie to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 5 Successes for an exceptional success. < 3 6 6 6 6 6 7 8 9 10 10 10 > ==============================================-> >> 9 No Flags << <- -> >> Reggie to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 3 Successes < 1 2 5 6 7 9 9 9 > ==========================-> >> Dexterity + Athletics No Flags << <- -> >> Reggie to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 3 Successes < 1 2 3 3 7 7 8 9 9 > ===========================-> >> Strength + Brawl + 3 No Flags << <- This is like chumming the water in shark infested waters. Lances of lightning begin to dart out of the clouds, not so much AT Reggie in particular as at the rod in his hands. One after another, the strikes split the sky with light sufficient to blind those nearby, if only temporarily. His polarized goggles block the worst of it, but he still is forced to shield his face with his free arm. The Amazing Dangerbug lives up to its name, juking through and around some of the more stubborn lances of energy that persist while the clouds empty out their static electricity. In short order the rod is glowing hot and sparking with energy. That's only the first part of the task, however. Reggie then has to climb back into the cockpit, sit his backside down, and begin to form the electricity into something more useful to his purposes. No time to waste. "Get us home, 'bug. No time to waste."