<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/9QySb8P.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Anima</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=243890.msg12052547#msg12052547)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Little Shanghai - Aug Parlor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>The Crew</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Fate Points</strong></td><td>2</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stress and Consequences</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Ego Stress</strong></td><td>1[ ] 2[ ] 3[ ]</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Morph Stress</strong></td><td>1[ ] 2[ ] 3[ ]</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Muse Stress</strong></td><td>1[ ] 2[ ]</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Mild Consequence (2)</strong></td><td>---</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Moderate Consequence (4)  </strong></td><td>---</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Major Consequence (6)</strong></td><td>---</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br/><hr/><br/>The trip to the Aug Parlor had been, perhaps thankfully, uneventful which left Anima face-to-face with some strange situation with a fellow laying down on the ground with some kind of Synthoid looking distraught about his friend laying down for a nap.  Though it did seem slightly more serious than just a case of being sleepy.  Anima, being the goodly natured Octopus that she is approached the Synthmorph to alleviate his concerns.<br/><br/>"Don't worry," she began, "I'm a doctorrrr," she explained to the dumbfounded-looking Daitya.  "He's dead, I think," she added after briefly glancing at the body of the bruiser.  Not long after, though, her good friend the Puppeteer decided to shoot at the poor Daitya which prompted a startled hiss from the octopus.  She covered her head with two tentacles while scrambling over to a place for cover as the Daitya, more concerned with its own well-being and the safety of the bruiser decided to...retrofit a nearby buggy to get away.  The slightly crazy-sounding Octomorph Doctor was just an afterthought at that point.<br/><br/>There was also the various muffled noises coming from inside the Aug Parlor that were concerning to the Octopus.  Hopefully everything was still alright for the most part.  Anima decided, since everyone else was either busy shooting or being shot at, to slip inside the front door since it was largely in cover and probably a safer place to hide for the time being.  Luckily she only needed to open the door a small sliver of the way before compressing her body in such a way that allowed her to easily slide through.  And then it was the simple matter of pulling it shut behind her with a suctioned tentacle and letting her rubbery skin change colors to mimic the area around her.  Of course she still needed to slip somewhat out of the way so that the clutter of sleeves she wore, and her hat, didn't immediately give her away.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stealth</div><div class="spoiler_body">Stealth Morph Trait +2<br/>Infiltrate +2<br/>Roll:  At 2016-03-12 19:15:27, Re Z L - Anima (uid: 39480) rolls: 4d3m-2 Result: -2 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=86508)<br/><br/>Total:  +2<br/></div></div>