House's Folly IC Thread

Post » Sat Jun 21, 2014 5:33 pm

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Written Intro:
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23 years after Mr. House's victory at Hoover Dam, tensions between House and the NCR are reaching a breaking point.
House, by unifying The Strip, Freeside, Westside, and North Vegas Square under his rule, has turned New Vegas into the biggest economic powerhouse in the Southwest. Factories have been built; Hoover Dam is running at near pre-war output; and the population in the area is growing faster than ever as entrepreneurs and settlers flood into the city to take advantage of its safe, business-friendly, low-tax environment.
The NCR, however, experienced much turmoil after their loss at the Dam.
Immediately following the withdrawal of troops from the Mojave, the NCR public reacted to the failed war and wasted resources by turning against the imperialist policies of Kimball and his supporters in the senate, ousting them in the elections in favor of isolationists. These ideas remained popular in the NCR for over a decade, but then, as the population began to grow rapidly, food shortage became a widespread concern. In the southern part of the nation, there were thousands of acres of land that could be used for farming, but there was simply not enough water. In order to prevent famine, NCR leaders were forced to meet with House to arrange for the pre-war irrigation lines running from the Colorado river near Hoover Dam to southern California to be restored to working condition. After the lines were restored, the NCR was able to irrigate enough land to completely stave off any food shortage, at the cost of being dependent on House and New Vegas. House charged the NCR government a hefty fee to pump the water to California, which began to infuriate the NCR public. Isolationist sentiment eroded away as whispers of a second invasion of the Mojave began to circulate. House, fearing some sort of embargo or even a war with the NCR, acted quickly to forge a treaty with the NCR leadership. The terms dictated that House would not charge the NCR for water with the understanding that they would not send any troops into the Mojave or place an embargo on New Vegas. Though this calmed the NCR public temporarily, tensions began to rise again as imperialist politicians started to gain influence via fear-mongering and painting House as having his hands around the NCR's throat.
By the year 2304, these anti-House politicians have been in office for several months, and are already threatening embargoes on New Vegas. House's projections predict that, within 28 months, the NCR will launch a full-scale military attack on the Mojave. Projections for a possible battle for New Vegas put the NCR as victorious in all possible scenarios, the Securitrons no longer a threat to the NCR on a strategic level.
House cannot defend his city nor his dreams for that city without some leverage from an outside force, and he found one. Caravaneers and travelers have brought stories of a massive nation in the north, run by ghoulified pre-war scientists and philosophers, that values pre-war knowledge and technology, using them to amass enormous military power and conquer vast areas of the former United States and Canada. House, seeing himself as perhaps the most valuable relic of the Old World and its technology, saw hope for New Vegas in this nation, known as the North American Confederation. House will be killed and his tech acquired by the NCR if they are allowed to attack New Vegas, which, House figures, the NAC would do anything to prevent. House knows that the NAC knows how valuable he is, since he has detected several NAC spies in New Vegas over the past decade. All that he needs to do is make contact with them and work out a deal where they allow New Vegas to become a member state within the Confederation. This would mean that they would throw their military might behind New Vegas, which would be more than enough to intimidate the NCR out of taking any military or even economic action against the city.
House plans to accomplish this via a team of diplomats that he will send northward toward the NAC border, which he knows is in northern Nevada. After making contact with the NAC, House hopes that these diplomats will be able to talk their way to the highest levels of the Confederation's government, and then get a treaty signed with them that will ensure that New Vegas becomes a member state of the Confederation with the understanding that House will allow the NAC access to a huge amount of his databases and knowledge about pre-war technology and advanced robotics. Once New Vegas is a state within the Confederation, the other states will be obligated to go to war with anyone who attacks House's territory, including a nation as big as the NCR.
This diplomatic group will need to be escorted by combat-skilled guards and will need to include at least one doctor, since injuries on the roads of Nevada and Utah are certain to occur, and an expert in survival in order to make the difficult trek through the deserts of Nevada, Utah, and beyond. Experts in bartering and the caravan trade as well as diplomatic persons are also needed, as re-supplying along the way will be crucial to the group's survival and in case of the death of any of the diplomats House has trained directly, spare replacements will ensure that the reason for the journey will remain intact. The Courier, House's protégé, was placed in charge of hiring this group, and you are the people he chose. You have been informed of your pay for a successful mission, which is set at 75,000 caps each, and your pay for an unsuccessful mission that still made contact with some NAC leaders, 30,000 caps each.
You are now all together on the north end of Vegas, and the Courier is briefing you on your mission and how much it means to the survival of New Vegas. You have been given a set of two refurbished pre-war military trucks to ride in to expedite your journey. Two drivers who double as mechanics (House's best mechanics) will pilot them. The Courier will accompany you on your journey to make sure everything goes smoothly, but he and the trucks will only take you to the NAC border. After that, the Courier will have to return to Vegas to continue his work there. For now, you are just focusing on gearing up and getting into the back of the flatbed truck where you'll be sitting for them next, oh, eight or nine hours. Get comfortable.
Try to stay in character on this thread and use the OOC thread for any out of character stuff. If it's a really short out of character thing that you want to say, and you think it would be better to say in this thread, then start whatever you're going to say with "OOC: "
It is now too late to join this RP from the beginning, but if you still want to join, PM me and we'll work something out.
Keep in mind that this system of rules has never been tested before, so things might be a little bit shaky at the beginning.
***Reminder: Do not get ahead of the GM (me) in your posts. Reread the rules/guidelines listed below if you are unsure about something. You can also ask me in the OOC thread or by PMing me if you aren't sure about something.
Rules/Guidelines/Things to Consider Before Joining:
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A few things to consider before you sign up:
This RP will work differently from other RPs. You (the players) will not be able to write certain things in your posts, such as what your character sees around them, whether or not your attacks hit their intended target, and whether or not you survive a combat encounter. All of these things will be determined by the GM (me), who will be using the ruleset to calculate those values. You can still include the thoughts and emotions of your character in your posts, of course.
Going along with the previous point, you cannot let your posts get ahead of the GM, especially during combat. Say what your attack is, then the GM will tell you its outcome and any attacks by NPCs and their outcomes.
You won't have any control over when you die in this RP, that will be up to how well your stats hold up to the damage you'll take during combat.
This is a group RP, and the rules used for it are designed around the idea that everyone in the group will work together for the benefit of the group, and ergo themselves since it is much easier to survive in a group than alone. It will be easier for the group if a diverse range of players make up the group, i.e., some players specialize in combat skills, others in medicine and science, others in barter, etc. That isn't a requirement, just more of a tip. :wink_smile:
All of these things will be much clearer and easier to understand if you read through pages 3-19 of the ruleset, which is why that is required before you join the RP.
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What is expected of players:
1.) Keep track of your inventory. That means keep a list of all the items that you are carrying and make sure that you don't go over your carry weight. The GM will not keep track of that, so it's up to you. If it is found out that you are cheating this system, you could be kicked out.
2.) Follow the rules of this type of RP. Instead of describing what you see around you, say "I looked around and scanned the road ahead" or something along those lines, then wait for the GM's post. The GM will say "You see..." and describe your surrounds. Then you can post any actions that you take concerning those surroundings.
3.) Read through the ruleset. I can't stress that enough. Having an understanding of the rules will help you pick stats for your character and will prevent you from making errors that interfere with the progression of the RP.
4.) Follow the basic rules of reality in your post. Although the rules for the RP prevent most types of god-modding, you still have to follow some basic rules for it. Namely, you can't change what armor you're wearing during combat.
5.) If you have questions, ask me. The OOC thread will be open for that or you can PM me.
6.) Oh, and make sure you understand, if nothing else, the Action Points system. Whenever you're in combat, you'll have to only do as many actions as your AP will allow. Keep that in mind every time you post during a combat sequence. It will save everyone else a lot of trouble. Especially me.
Also of note: If you want to join the RP after it starts, or rejoin if your character dies, let me know. The RP will be open to players joining throughout, but keep in mind you'll have to be written in to it in a fairly logical manner.
Characters:
--Character sheets will be posted once a few more prospect people join, I'd rather do it all at once/not right now--
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Post » Sat Jun 21, 2014 9:41 pm

Around you is the expanse of North Vegas: industrialized agriculture to the north of you, early morning city lights to the south. The desert air carries the sounds of the bustling city and the whistle of the summer wind. The peaceful white noise is quickly broken up by the roar of two flatbed military trucks starting their engines only a few feet away from you. It's time to go.
A tallish man with long sideburns and an air of quiet awkwardness walks toward you from behind one of the trucks, flicking a cigarette butt to the ground and lowering the brim of his hat.
Courier
"Let's go folks, make yourselves comfortable." the Courier said with a smirk, pointing at the flatbed truck to his right. The other truck already had House's diplomats seated in it.
"At least it's covered, right?" he added with the same smirk, "and it sure beats the hell out of walking" he added more sincerely.
After everyone had climbed into the covered flatbed and taken their seat on the steel "benches" inside the back of the truck, the Courier hopped up and took a seat at the back.
"Seating courtesy of the U.S. Army." he stated dryly as he sat down. "Ahhh... it's gonna be a long ride."
"Let's get 'er going Mitch!"
At that, the truck containing the diplomats pulled out, and the other quickly followed it.
"We're taking some back roads to avoid parts of the Long 15 and Highway 93 that have a raider problem. We'll end up on the 93 close to Desert Ranger territory. That'll be our next stop, in about 8 hours. Oh, and I almost forgot..." the Courier shouted over the roar of the truck as he produced a sack that had been tied to his belt. From it he pulled several smaller sacks and tossed one to each member of the group.
"1000 caps each. House says it's to cover "travel costs" in case any of you happen to be broke, which, by the looks of it..." the Courier chuckled to himself. Clearing his throat, he added, "Just kidding of course, you look like a fine bunch of merry adventurers. Hell, I picked you, for the most part." the Courier said, still talking loudly over the roar of the trucks. "If you have any questions, ask now. It's loud so speak up." he added after a few moments.
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Post » Sat Jun 21, 2014 9:00 pm

ooc: are we all on the same truck?

John Lancaster- North Vegas....

North Vegas in the early morning, although John hadn’t been in Vegas for that long he knew there wasn’t much in the north end of Vegas apart from some industrialized agriculture, the main action was in the south and looking that way you could see the lights and sounds of the casino on the strip….

Taking out his lighter John smoked a cigarette; he knew they were bad for you but seeing how he could quite easily die on this mission [censored] it…. a little bit of lung cancer was worth the stress relief…

It was at that movement that the Military trucks behind them sprung to life and a tallish man with long sideburns… the “courier” fella walked towards the group, flicking a cigarette butt as he did.

He’s hardly a courier anymore…

Let’s go folks, make yourselves comfortable." the Courier said with a smirk, pointing at the flatbed truck to his right. The other truck already had House's diplomats seated in it.

John was one of the first on the truck, managing to get a seat on the steel “benches” next to the driver cabin where he could rest his head against should he decide to have an nap, it was an long way to go…

"Seating courtesy of the U.S. Army." he stated dryly as he sat down. "Ahhh... it's gonna be a long ride…. Let's get 'er going Mitch!" he added on and with that the truck containing the diplomats pulled out, and the other quickly followed it.

"We're taking some back roads to avoid parts of the Long 15 and Highway 93 that have a raider problem. We'll end up on the 93 close to Desert Ranger territory. That'll be our next stop, in about 8 hours. Oh, and I almost forgot..." the Courier shouted over the roar of the truck as he produced a sack that had been tied to his belt. From it he pulled several smaller sacks and tossed one to each member of the group.

John opened his small sack; there were caps inside probably about 1000 or so given the size. Tying up the small sack again John placed it inside his jacket pocket. Buying medical supplies could get costly depending on the injures so he was glad he was getting some caps up front…

"1000 caps each. House says it's to cover "travel costs" in case any of you happen to be broke, which, by the looks of it..." the Courier chuckled to himself. Clearing his throat, he added, "Just kidding of course, you look like a fine bunch of merry adventurers. Hell, I picked you, for the most part." the Courier said, still talking loudly over the roar of the trucks. "If you have any questions, ask now. It's loud so speak up." he added after a few moments.

“I have one.” John said as he shouted over the roar of the trucks “what do you know about states we are travelling though? Any hotspots we should avoid?” John asked.” Also I think it’s about time we introduced ourselves to each other, I’m john Lancaster, former OSI Doctor, don’t worry I got fired from punching my boss and not gross negligence. "John chuckled.

“Any of you get Shot up, stabbed or otherwise injured I can patch you up good as new. “John added on.

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Post » Sat Jun 21, 2014 7:31 pm

Mako

Mako's excitement was now officially at an all time high. Her nervousness and excitement showed clear as day. She stood just before the Courier, in her raider sadist armor. Whilst her Fathers NCR Duster hung off her shoulders, arms flapping in the early morning breeze. The coat was worn more like a cloak, with small chains connecting on each end of the collar. She fidgeted and cracked her hands still wearing a pair of brass knuckles, while they clacked and bashed against each other.

As the engines? Yes the engines, that's what they called 'em in the Old World. Revved up. The Courier spoke. "Let's go folks, make yourselves comfortable." the Courier said with a smirk, pointing at the flatbed truck to his right. The other truck already had House's diplomats seated in it. He made a quick quip, about the seating before turning around.

"We're taking some back roads to avoid parts of the Long 15 and Highway 93 that have a raider problem. We'll end up on the 93 close to Desert Ranger territory. That'll be our next stop, in about 8 hours. Oh, and I almost forgot..." the Courier shouted over the roar of the truck as he produced a sack that had been tied to his belt. From it he pulled several smaller sacks and tossed one to each member of the group.

"1000 caps each. House says it's to cover "travel costs" in case any of you happen to be broke, which, by the looks of it..." the Courier chuckled to himself. Clearing his throat, he added, "Just kidding of course, you look like a fine bunch of merry adventurers. Hell, I picked you, for the most part." the Courier said, still talking loudly over the roar of the trucks. "If you have any questions, ask now. It's loud so speak up." he added after a few moments.

"Hey hey? So what was it like seeing Kimball's face as you kicked him out of Hover Dam. Oooh I bet he was pissed. I would have broken his arm myself. Hehehe." Mako laughed as she tried to find a comfortable spot while sitting on the hard seats. "So you recruited us? You know our skills. What's yours?" She said. Just after another spoke up. A John Lancaster, as he introduced himself. A Doctor it seemed.

"A Doc huh? Names Mako. I like punching things. I cook well enough, but breaking bones, and popping heads is what I do best. And I love the sound of a cracking femur. Just like opening a bottle of pop." Said Mako, as she smiled widely, cheek to cheek. It sounded so innocent, if you ignored the contents of what she just said.

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Post » Sat Jun 21, 2014 2:46 pm

Gibson

The arrival of two pre-war military trucks shattered the morning silence and announced the beginning of their trip. They pulled up roaring and shaking bringing the promise of adventure and excitement, a fine change as far as the ex-ranger was concerned. The Courier, who had put this all together, addressed those who had answered the call and gathered here at the break of dawn.

Gibson moved amongst the group of strangers, staying toward the back for the opportunity to look them over, trying to perceive simply by looking who might make pleasant company. One of them, easily denoted from the others due to his long black coat, wisely made straight for the back of the truck. He'd not be sandwiched between two strangers and he could catch a short rest without leaving a puddle of drool on the shoulder of one of his travel mates.
He stood about a moment longer but decided it would behoove him to get a comfortable position rather than continue trying to size the others up. There would be plenty of time for that later. Best to try to get a seat near the middle in order to hear as much of the talk as possible. Gibson picked his spot and settled into it just shortly before their guide for this leg of the journey spoke up.
"Seating courtesy of the U.S. Army." he stated dryly as he sat down. "Ahhh... it's gonna be a long ride."
"Let's get 'er going Mitch!"
As the truck shook a bit harder and started to move he explained a bit about their route, twisting and turning here and there to avoid hotspots and ending near Desert Ranger territory. Eight hours this leg, the man in the black coat had made a wise choice. Gibson began to doubt the wisdom of his own seating position, but was quickly distracted when the Courier started tossing small sacks about.
"1000 caps each. House says it's to cover "travel costs" in case any of you happen to be broke, which, by the looks of it..." the Courier said loudly to be heard over the roar of the truck, "Just kidding of course, you look like a fine bunch of merry adventurers. Hell, I picked you, for the most part. If you have any questions, ask now. It's loud so speak up."
The man in the black coat spoke up first, introducing himself as former OSI Doctor John Lancaster, followed by some sort of asian woman wearing a too large NCR Ranger Duster as a cloak, Mako. Mako explained, in a sweet voice that contrasted rather dramatically with the content of her words, that she enjoyed punching, cracking, and popping things and people.
"I'm Gibson," Gibson brilliantly remarked, "Ex-NCR like the Doctor, I'm a hunter and a survivalist. Ask me before you eat any berries."
Gibson tried to think of something clever to say. A joke perhaps, or some sarcastic comment that would endear the others to him. Ask me before you eat any berries had been the best he could come up with on short notice. He thought about it until the moment had passed him by. Perhaps next time.
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