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Death from Above
By: Evil Squeegee Date: December 13, 2024, 7:54 pm
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They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us[/center]
App 5 (Arresting) | Faerie Affinity | Animal Magnetism |
Charisma 4 (Captivating) | Legend (Red Riding Hood)
[hr]
I am a tiny little woman. When we sit at the dinner table, my
feet don’t touch the ground. When we’re watching TV from the
couch, my feet don’t touch the ground. When Joey helps me reach
the top shelf by picking me up, my feet don’t touch the ground.
The point is: there’s only one place at a concert that I can
actually see the damn stage, and that’s right front and center.
And because I’m so small, I don’t have much pushing power. So if
I’m going to be front and center, I have to be front and center
BEFORE there’s a big crowd in my way, otherwise I won’t be able
to reach the spot I need to be in. And that, my friends, is what
we call a pain in my fine, tightly-pantsed ass.
So. Here I am, half an hour before the show, already front and
center. Even here, the stage is so tall I almost vanish in front
of it.
I’m in the process of using my phone to take pictures of the
stage when I notice some motion above in the scaffolding. By the
time I see it, it’s already falling -- a sandbag. My eyes trail
downward, only to see one of the roadies setting up a speaker
just beneath it.
No time!
[quote]Dex + Athletics, diff 8: Can she rescue the roadie?
10, 9, 7, 5, 3, 3, 1 = one success[/quote]
I scramble up and over the edge of the stage, shouting. It’s a
race: Me vs security, who are already running and trying to
catch me, shouting over my shouting and in general just adding
to the chaos. We all go from zero to sixty real fast.
A flying leap of a tackle sends me hurtling into the roadie --
“WHUFF.” -- and shove her out of the way. I manage to roll out
of the way of the sandbag just in time. It hits the stage and
explodes, sand bursting into a massive sand-cloud and spraying
itself in all directions.
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Re: Death from Above
By: DEM Date: December 13, 2024, 10:30 pm
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That's right, one fucking letter.
What are you, my mother? Shut up.[/center]
App Less Than Eve | Charisma Less Than Eve | Physically
Impressive | Strength More Than Eve | Curiosity
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Las Vegas. When you think of Vegas, you think 'hot'. Well, you
know what? That's not true in December. I mean, don't get me
wrong, it's not Maine, but it gets down a bit. Still, that's not
a bad thing. It means physical activity helps keep you warm,
especially when you're setting up for an evening show in an
outdoor venue. Oh, it's not the fucking T-Mobile Arena or
Allegiant Stadium, but the band's managed to get booked into 3
nights at Planet Hollywood.. which sounds stupid as fuck, I
know, but they took over a 4,600-seat amphitheater, so I guess,
whatever, yeah?
Point is, it's a decent-sized show, and that means we've got to
get the shit in place ahead of time for the sound check. You
know what the dumb part is? We haven't even quite finished up
the main set, and they're starting to let people in. Fucking
Vegas. Once this is done, the second crew comes in to set up the
kit and sound for the opening act. Which is... nice, because
some of us are used to being the crew for the opening act. But
the As are pretty good to work for, and they've been happy to
keep hiring the same road crew, year after year.. expanded some
as the shows got bigger, but the same core was always welcome
back. That means now, we get to set up once for opening night,
tear down once after the last show, and it's all good.
Meanwhile, the opening crew has to set up and tear down every
night.
Of course, they don't have the elaborate set bullshit, cuz
they're the openers, so it's not like they've got wires for
'flying' out over the audience, or pyrotechnics, or any of that
shit, so it wasn't a huge deal. Especially for Tuatha. Really,
they'd mostly just come out with their instruments, AB'd say
hello, AK'd be all irresistably adorable n' shit, and off they'd
go...
Right now, I'm mandhandling a Marshall stack into position, and
stepping back to doublecheck that it's where it needs to be in
relation to the wings of the auditorium to get proper coverage
when...
OOF.
Down I go. Which, you know, is actually a little embarassing. I
mean, I just got tackled by like... a Barbie doll, I think?
Fucking tiny little redhead...
... ok, can't be a Barbie, Barbies are all blond.
Still, she does manage to knock me down, which turns out to be a
good thing, as a sandbag comes crashing down a moment later,
right about where I'd been standing, covering the entire place
in dust.
"Fucking hell!" I'm coughing and spitting out sand as I get to
my feet, then waving off the security guys. They'd probably been
after my uhm... rescuer? assailant? Assaivior? Sure, let's go
with that. But they're all staring at the sandbag now, anyway,
too.
"Hey!" I get their attention, "Get someone from the venue to get
that shit cleaned up. It's part of their normal stage shit, not
ours, and I don't wanna hafta explain this shit to the insurance
company." They hesitate, and I put a little more bellow into it.
"NOW."
Really, I bellow well when I want to, and they go scrambling to
get site staff to clean up. Shit, we're gonna have to get one of
our structural guys under there to make sure that part of the
stage is still safe... but, at least the crew chief already
knows. He's right on the other side of the stage giving me that
'are you dead? Are you gonna file a comp claim?' look. I just
shake my head and wave him off, too... which is exactly what
he's hoping for, I know.
Instead, I go to help my assaivior up off the stage. "Hey, you
ok? You didn't, like, hurt yourself bouncing off my ass or
nothin', did you?"
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Re: Death from Above
By: Evil Squeegee Date: December 13, 2024, 11:02 pm
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They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us[/center]
App 5 (Arresting) | Faerie Affinity | Animal Magnetism |
Charisma 4 (Captivating) | Legend (Red Riding Hood)
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Did you know that sand isn’t a breathable compound? My lungs
sure didn’t know and then I tried to inhale this cloud of sand
and whammo.
Coughing fit. It takes a moment to subside.
“I think I pulled a lung,” I say, sitting up once the dust has
settled. I ruffle my hair and sand falls everywhere out of it.
I don’t like sand. It’s course and rough and--
-- hey wait a minute.
“Wait, me? Why would you-- I just -- you just…!” Pause. “Are YOU
okay? Or did I pull a lung for nothing?”
As if to punctuate my question, another sandbag falls down and
explodes on the other side of the stage. I turn around and look
at it, then slowly look… up.
“What is going on?”
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Re: Death from Above
By: DEM Date: December 13, 2024, 11:11 pm
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That's right, one fucking letter.
What are you, my mother? Shut up.[/center]
App Less Than Eve | Charisma Less Than Eve | Physically
Impressive | Strength More Than Eve | Curiosity
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Are YOU okay? Or did I pull a lung for nothing?
I chuckle quietly as I pull her up to her feet. "Yeah, I'm good,
thanks to you. My hero..." She gets a wink then, and I make a
note to see if I can get her backstage after the show, or at
least get the venue to comp her ticket.
Then another sandbag hits the stage, and we're both staring over
toward that side of things before looking up again toward the
overhead rigging.
"Fucked it I know, but this isn't a safe place for you right
now..." Not safe for me, either, but I'm getting paid.
Maybe I'll have to see about getting her tickets to tomorrow
night...
What the fuck is going on up there? There better not be someone
fucking around... though... given the band, maybe that's
something...
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Re: Death from Above
By: Evil Squeegee Date: December 13, 2024, 11:22 pm
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They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us[/center]
App 5 (Arresting) | Faerie Affinity | Animal Magnetism |
Charisma 4 (Captivating) | Legend (Red Riding Hood)
[hr]
It doesn’t take much to pull me up to my feet. Not that anyone
thought it was going to. I weigh about the same as a wet bag of
popcorn, and my new friend is [s]physically impressive[/s]
obviously someone who works out.
“Yeah but safe is for boring people,” I say as if it’s a casual
declaration that pepperoni belongs on pizza, dusting myself off
and looking up to the ceiling.
Hard to see anything with the lights blaring down like this. So
instead of looking up, I look down.
I bend over for a second to pick up the remains of the sandbag.
The rope that’s supposed to keep the sandbag suspended looks
severed.
I hold it up so they can see my discovery.
“I’m gonna find out what’s up,” I warn her, before immediately
striding further into the stage -- toward the scaffolding.
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Re: Death from Above
By: DEM Date: December 13, 2024, 11:27 pm
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That's right, one fucking letter.
What are you, my mother? Shut up.[/center]
App Less Than Eve | Charisma Less Than Eve | Physically
Impressive | Strength More Than Eve | Curiosity
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The rope's cut, not frayed... well, fuck. In fact,
fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
Also, too? Fuck.
And of course, someone who'd throw themselves across a stage
they're not even supposed to be on in the first place, rather
than just shouting, isn't going to go heading in the sane
direction. No no no.
Sighing, I take a moment to make sure nobody else has gotten
hurt, then start following after her. Keeping cute redheads safe
is part of the job description, after all, even if, you know,
it's not actually in the job description, and this one doesn't
turn into a seven foot ragemonster or have metallic hair.
It'd be way too optimistic to actually think that'll make this
easier, wouldn't it?
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Re: Death from Above
By: Evil Squeegee Date: December 13, 2024, 11:33 pm
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They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us[/center]
App 5 (Arresting) | Faerie Affinity | Animal Magnetism |
Charisma 4 (Captivating) | Legend (Red Riding Hood)
[hr]
[quote]Dex 3 + Athletics 4 = 9, 9, 3, 3, 2, 1, 1 = 0
successes[/quote]
I walk right up to the scaffolding and start to climb. Or, you
know, I try to, but I don’t have the strength to lift my own
bodyweight. So I just kind of pathetically try a few times to
make that first step up the side of the structure, and don’t
manage to make it past that point.
Eventually I huff. Nameright laughs at me in the back of my
head.
You’re not making this any easier, you know that?
~Of course not. Why would I do that?~
At least he’s out-grown using my hand to goose people. That’s
progress, right?
I put my hands on my hips, look up at the impossible-to-scale
structure, then turn back to the person following me.
“Okay. Open to ideas,” I declare. “How ELSE do I get up there?”
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Re: Death from Above
By: DEM Date: December 13, 2024, 11:42 pm
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That's right, one fucking letter.
What are you, my mother? Shut up.[/center]
App Less Than Eve | Charisma Less Than Eve | Physically
Impressive | Strength More Than Eve | Curiosity
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Oh for crying out... how didn't she just bounce off of me?
[quote]Strength 4 + Athletics 2 = 8, 6, 5, 5, 4, 1 = 1 success -
continuing effort[/quote]
Shaking my head, I pick her up and swing her around onto my
back. "Hold on... chrissakes..."
And then I start climing... slowly, because there's this extra
weight on my back and I'm still a bit rattled from the
near-death experience... also, normally I'd, you know, the
ladder on the other side of the stage, but who the fuck knows
what else would get dropped on our heads just trying to cross
the stage, at this point.
Down below, I can hear the crew chief yelling at people.
Fortunately, he hasn't yet seen me breaking all sorts of OSHA
guidelines by climbing up the wrong side of the scaffolding with
a non-union, non-crew member of the paying public on my back
like some kind of demented monkey.
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Re: Death from Above
By: Evil Squeegee Date: December 13, 2024, 11:50 pm
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They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us[/center]
App 5 (Arresting) | Faerie Affinity | Animal Magnetism |
Charisma 4 (Captivating) | Legend (Red Riding Hood)
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I love it when a person just grabs me and puts me where they
want me. I love it even more when I have to hold onto them for
dear life. I love it even more when it’s not something I’m
supposed to be doing.
The point is that I’m doing my best not to wriggle flirtatiously
as Leather-Jacket McMuscleBabe (And I mean Babe in the
gender-neutral sense, because I’m progressive like that) hoists
me up and starts climbing the scaffolding like some kind of King
Kong cosplay.
Eventually we get up on top, and I gently hop off of their back,
stepping on top of the rafters. Are they called rafters? I don’t
know, I usually enjoy my concerts from the ground. The point is
we’re walking on top of the big metal things.
And that’s when we see it for the first time: A spider the size
of a german shepherd. With claws. Sawing away at another sandbag
rope.
…
“Well. Not what I was expecting,” I say casually, reaching
slowly into my back pocket for my phone.
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Re: Death from Above
By: DEM Date: December 13, 2024, 11:57 pm
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That's right, one fucking letter.
What are you, my mother? Shut up.[/center]
App Less Than Eve | Charisma Less Than Eve | Physically
Impressive | Strength More Than Eve | Curiosity
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[quote]Arete 3 = 8, 2, 1 = 0 successes[/quote]
"What... the fuck... is that?"
No, really, what the hell? If it were just some random chimera,
it couldn't do anything to the ropes, and even though I'm
reasonably sure that means it's a spirit... my spiritual
awareness right now is telling me 'hey, you just got your bell
rung, fuck off trying to notice shit'.
And why the hell would it even be here, doing this? One thing's
for sure, I can't just go yelling at it, or people down below
are gonna notice. So instead, I start moving closer.
"Hey! Spidey McSpiderface! What the fuck, chuck? We're not
competing with your webs, asshole... don't make me come over
there and beat your ass!"
Yeah! That's right! I'm threatening to punch something with
like... saw blade arms and shit.
FFS, am I really this dumb?
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