Everytime at the Table: "If my friends are anywhere, they're being judged."

These are the Court not the Defendants

 So apparently The Last Drive Inn is only doing a few shows at a time to extend the season for the early Summer. This means Robin, Peryton, was able to show up to last Friday's Wobble. So while I had Iron Curtis's randomized events worked out, I had to work her popping back up and make it interesting. So I pulled out my campaign notes and stopped at a random page in it. It stopped at a page full of tables for wouldn't you know "random encounters." So NPCs became her angle.

Daisy Adair and her new Wobbler buddy, Jack Pitt-Freeman, a Nuke-Mute (nearly human) from the Cylon (kind of immortal human) from Inasfar, had accidentally wobbled to the Sigma Verse and ran into an Uber-World faction of Aether Bunnies. We did some sentence-long narrative back and forth that established that the two were on run from the cutest Nazis ever. Just when the pilot who can fly anything and her newfound friend were just about to steal a spaceship, the Wobblers ran into another potential Wobbler, a local sheriff rabbit-head, whom despite having rabbit ears, looked and acted a lot like Colin Ferguson. Of course Rule #117 came into play, more accidental wobbling, and poof the PC and two new NPCs were back on Inasfar again.

Jack Pitt-Free
Nuke-Mute (half-human)
the Quick 80
Notes: Not wild about Cylon-based society, and really not a fan of Inasfar especially now that he's seen other worlds.

Gamderi Sheriff
Aether Bunny
the Quick 120
Notes: Older than the usual new Wobbler. He hasn't liked the Uber-World faction on his homeworld since they got there two decades ago.

So as for Viago and Alejandro, when they decided that escape was the best option, I randomized how this was going to occur using the following table:
Roll    Result
1        Assault
2        Convert
3        Subterfuge
4        Befuddle
5        Delayed
6        Roll Twice
I rolled a "6." My second results were "1" and "5". So I got to get operatic. 

In depth about the Cylons are my take on Jack Kirby's New Gods or the Eternals . They are mortal but really long-lived and quite powerful compared to an ordinary human. Cylons and humans are both referred to as Xylon-kin. The Xylons being a species that look mostly human but have names like Marduk, Isis, Thor, Athena, Bacchus, and whatnot like humans have names like Tim, Ali, or Sally; they also seem to live forever. "Cylon" is a fairly common name in Greek history. I am not stealing from Battlestar Galactica in case you were wondering.
So picture a court room the size of the Taj Mahal inside of a palace the size of Parma, Ohio. No matter where one is in the structure, their voice can be heard. On the floors are areas for the mask-wearing Peanut Gallery (the cast of thousands) and in the center of the Public's Commentator, the Mighty Peanut would speak from an elaborate podium. The defendant, Alejandro, his Defense lawyer, Jax Bizness, and the Character-Witness Professor Rudolpho Viaggo floating into the area on levitating disks. The Court Officials glided in minutes later on square structures with all sorts baroque decals and more than a few gargoyles on them.  Let's column list these to break the text up a bit:
Cylon, the Dude (Rodrigo, Alejandro's twin Brother) sat in his King's Seat. By law he is unable to speak until he proclaims innocence or pronounces sentence.
Lynate, the Dame (A distant cousin actually named Alyssa) in her Judge's Chair. She would be the final say as to whether Alejandro was innocent or guilty.
Sill, the Damsel (Davita, a skilled Inasfar scholar) at Justice's Scales
Solon, the Duke (Rex, Rodigo's right-hand man) at the Prosecutor's Desk
Floating close to Alejandro's disk was a transparent cube, which was called the Bailiffs Block.
Things were about as Kirby as I could a make feudal legal system. The clarions would sound across Athena City to announce that a major Judgement Proceeding was taking place. This was for everybody to tune in on the broad-net channels on the various media devices. More than a few of Peanut Gallery were narrow-podding the events as well.

Just before the horns and on the other side of metroplex, Daisy Adair and her two NPC friends had hit one of the many mile-long Trade Spots of Athena City. Image a mega-strip mall without walls with lots of plaza space and with neon-light and day-glow signs announcing brands and outlets-- no hokey "farmer market-ism" in these spots, just commerce. She ran into an Antling prince, Smell-Weird 18, that she had bumped into during the Art Colony Wobble, he was selling organic ant-head soap (smells like bug) and used Media-Vees (big rings that holo-cast wide-screen TV views). It was able to confirm that she was indeed back on Inasfar. Then they heard the horns. She asked what was going on. 'Weird replied, "A City's Judgement has begun."
Jack Pitt-Free would grunt and roll his eyes.
"If my friends are anywhere," Adair observed, "They're being judged."
She then began making her way quickly towards the palace complex. Her two tack-ons followed.

Meanwhile in the Judgement Chamber, things were almost musical. I mean if my windows weren't open and it was after midnight, Curtis and I would have been singing. I do not blame the four beers that I had had and that he was half way though some tequila mix with pineapple, indeed the cocktail hour was really helping us be poetic. While Jax would give some lame argument, Viaggo would speak up to add to that argument and half the time it rhymed. I would reply as the the Duke trying to rhyme my statements with the Professors.

At one point, the Mighty Peanut spoke up making a bland statement. Curtis called them "the Mighty Penis" in his reply. Whether this was intentional or based on a variable internet connection with Heart-Landia USA, I was obliged to break the Peanut Gallery into three parts; Strophe, Antistrophe, and the Trolls (the rather Unhelpful). Lyrical stanzas were had with the call and response between Viaggo and my three parts. Upon calming the Gallery down, Viaggo was able to build upon his defense of Alejandro.

"I think you just might be swaying the Judge." Jax Bizness would lean in to say to the Wobbler.

About six miles away, Daisy Adair and the newcomers, Pitt-Free and Gambari, stopped their running when the sky above them crackled with an assault force of deformed eight-sided dice patterned spaceships breaching Athena City's defenses. Quite a feat for any spacefleet, but what about serious wobbling factions? Taximus Bizness, Jax's deniable third cousin, and his Ultra-Pirates had finally shown up. The Pilot, Dasiy, was taken aback for a minute kind of wondering what was going on, but really knowing what was going on. The Nuke-Mute (Pitt-Free) tapped her shoulder pointing.
"Isn't that your vessel?" He said indicating the Dodo.

Back in the courtroom, one of its massive windows crashed as the pirate ships entered.

At this point it was 2:30. My allotted time for Wobbles is an hour to 90 minutes. We had started at Midnight. We ended the cliffhanger here. It won't be too far from now when things continue.

Meanwhile, I've been talking about the Characters without giving a Wobble rules-specific description of those involved. Let's amend that.

Daisy Adair
Pilot Extraordinaire
the Quick 150
Defaults: LUCK and NERVE
PERKS: Can Pilot Anything
Notes: She can pilot anything. She can also master a Trans-Atlantic accent 75% of the time that she wants to.

Professor Rudolpho Viaggo
Explorer for the Primrose Corporation
the Quick 150
Defaults: MENTAL and CHARM
PERKS: I Know a Guy
Notes: The TAU Verse seems awfully dangerous to him, but there a few things he really digs. He's getting to know some people.

Post-Apoc Thought (RPG not Futurism)

Artwork by Michael Hartlieb for Glow.

So Putin drops an atomic bomb on Istanbul claiming self defense. I mean "the West" was just like sending ships into obviously Russian waters supporting a NATO-founded country called Ukraine. The Autocrat is defending the "Western values" of the Eastern Orthodox Church after all. Something about growing a beard and being stupid, but who really wants to explain it to willfully ignorant folks. The real world goes mad, and most of western Russia becomes a-glow after western missiles respond. A lot of the US gets hit by one out of every 1,148 Russian missile attacks. Sadly, most American-born Russian apologists won't actually be living in the parts stricken while they jerk off to what they want to be Ragnarok. They will strive to be the leaders of tomorrow in the new world of IT SUCKS hopefully after a shower. 

 Just to let you know all of our nuclear power plants in the world will not exactly explode without constant intelligent, whether it is human or machine, maintenance. They will though, without constant cooling sources, melt into themselves and melt their surroundings, becoming hotter, yet heavier, and sinking into the ground underneath them.  Sooner or later they, the mounds of blazing uranium and whatnot, will find ground water, which will act as their coolant and stabilizing them into more than ten thousand years of radioactive water. This is while releasing plumes of radioactive steam on the scale of about 1/80th the radiation released by A-Bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki back in the 40s every year to 18 months. Depending on weather patterns, folks will be looking at tear-shaped patterns of highly radioactive areas where folks being near die quickly but still too slowly, for about 150 to 420 miles.

These "dead zones" aren't exactly dying though. Sure plenty of mileage is sterilized, but once again weather patterns from unaffected regions will blow into the region. Winds blowing soot/dust, soil, seeds, and insects into there. Meanwhile birds and squirrels are looking for new spots to hang. Sure the newcomers die quickly, but just not quickly enough to stop breeding. Over the next ten centuries, we're dealing with Gamma World-like mutations.

Meanwhile, in the not dead zones, that's most of the 50-70% less irradiated world, people stop worrying about moneys coming from overseas. They find that starch-based alcohols can run cars and houses can be powered by solar and wind based technologies rather than going to far off, exotic places like the Gulf of Mexico or Calgary, Canada in search of crude oil. Those Anti-American right-wingers are making all the hay that they can of American values not being upheld, become a serious political force.

While the new American States, mostly a coalition of neo-fascists regimes, have access to jet engines and hydraulic machines, three hundred miles away are quite mysterious to them-- Corn alcohol is just not jet fuel. Those far away areas are working their way through their particularly specific problems and adopt mutations as helpful tools towards doing so-- this looks like magic to everyone except the local scientists. Here we have a Rifts style like campaign.

Is this a good starting point for anybody?

Artwork Michael Hartlieb for Glow

Everytime at the Table: Wobble aNu

 I normally like three to four ppl at the table when I GM. With Wobble though, I run a lot of sessions for one maybe two players. When Peryton announced her seasonal departure from the late night Saturday scene because of the new season of The Last Drive with Joe Bob Briggs, I doubled down on perfecting the One-on-One session. Iron Curtis and I decided to some wobbling on our own for the duration. His Professor Viggo, which has either warped into Viaggo or I have been misspelling for four years now, is in the throes of some Sci-Fi opera and my Wobble notes are not getting any shorter.

Mind you, I've done quickies for single players since forever. Most have shown up at a convention table for a session scheduled a little too early in the AM for others to show. I'd announce that I need three players and refund their ticket or I've give them the highlights of the game they are about to miss. Then for about an hour, I'd recount the outline I had drawn up, complete with very detailed descriptions of the encounters. Towards the end, I would slip in questions as to what would the player's Character have done during the drama. Of course this was to bring about a collaborative conclusion. No one has ever gone away without a nod, maybe even a smile, signifying that it was an enjoyable meeting. Indeed many PeryPubbers reading this joined the group because of these sessions.

Now with Curtis, this is not the same. While neither us of had planned to anything else that night, he is one strong GM as well as one willful player. So I devised a d4-based matrix of events, but framed with using the Red Bat six-sided die in case the PC went a direction that did not account for, that would set in motion events that would define the drama later. Results did not disappoint.

So on the planet of Inasfar, the crew of the Dodo, Professor Viaggo and Daisy Adair (who can fly anything), have been awaiting the trial of Alejandro of Inasfaras. Viaggo's boyfriend happens to accused of things like piracy and treason towards the Cylon state. Luckily he happens to be the older twin of the last Dude of this planet, and so his treason is complicated. Hence the reason why he wasn't just vaporized after being logged as caught while being pirates on a commercial trade route after their identities, for insurance claims, were recorded.

I worked in one of my favorite NPCs, Jax Biznezz, interstellar/transdimensional Lawyer at Law. 

Jax is actually much sexier than this picture

While I had four paths worked out. Curtis had other ideas. Perhaps his white privilege as a person in real life, but he just knew things could be talked out. He was wrong, but I had to flesh out no less than four NPCs to convince him of as much.

Now the next step seems to be... a break out before trial.