relia-robot

Trans married robot/doll

[Robot/doll/moth/slime/NHP]-girl. DGN-001. I like writing!

See post-cohost writing at https://reliarobot.dreamwidth.org/, on tumblr at https://www.tumblr.com/relia-robot-writes, or collected long-form pieces at https://reliarobot.itch.io/


So, during the course of my No Room For A Wallflower campaign, a city got blown up, and now the players are dealing with a refugee crisis. They're not in charge de jure, but they definitely are in charge de facto, so I thought it might be interesting to mechanicalize the various problems their suddenly-larger settlement has, and have the players choose where to allocate resources. I'd love some opinions on what I came up with, whether you're familiar with Lancer as a system or not.



ImpressionsOfDetail
@ImpressionsOfDetail

Huge, ragged wings of sticks and rags and desperate hope.


relia-robot
@relia-robot

Another tearing sound precedes a precipitous dip on my right wing. I pull on a few cords to adjust back to level, and one of them snaps. With the clouds and the rain like this, I have no idea how high up I am - I only know that from where I started, a direct fall would have been certain death. My left hand is already holding the two halves of a branch I'd hoped would be sturdy enough, and I can feel my fingers going numb.

Are there trees below me? Could I maybe land in a lake? Will I break my head open on solid rock? Or am I merely feet above soft earth, and the grass that would catch me?

I don't know. I keep holding on to my wings, knowing that they'll eventually break, hoping that they won't do so just yet.


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