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Rock, for his part regained his senses and shook his head as he shakily stood up, slipping once back to his knees. Seeing everything well in hand and that he was covered head to toe in gooo and surrounded by kids he just shrugged. When life gives ya slime make sure you ain't wearing your good shoes as they say. I ain't good at busting ghosts but I can dance in slime!   Hey kids, check this one out. After we bust ghosts we always bust a move! Common kids, do it like this!   With that Rock started slip-n-sliding through his routine of touchdown dances, encouraging the kids to get slimed and dance along. He's sorely tempted to spike the trap in the "end zone" but thankfully Rock remembered how mad Specs was at him for doing just that last week.    

Rock's toaster attack was looking excellent, kitchen appliance swirling around his head,the big oaf looked back to the kids and Kev with a thumbs up before everything went pear shaped. First the toaster went through the postman and Rock followed quickly afterward. The man landed in his skivvies covered in ectoplasmic goo. All he could think of was that time he hosted the Nick Kid's Choice awards and they smiled him on stage for some endangered animal. He couldn't remember what the animal was cause all he could think about at the time was dang, should have taken off my shoes. Of course it was too late now and they were slimed and he was gonna have to test the company's return policy...except the line at the post office was so long. So very long...   Rock sat in the puddle of goo mumbling pointing at the toaster. Do you think I should mail the shoes right back to Michael Jordan or maybe like Black and Deck? The man was not wearing shoes and was clearly not in the right head space. Hearing his name jarred him from his malaise and he slipped up to his feet and shook his head throwing goop about. He needed to help his buddies. With determination he shouted in his deep slow voice. Don't worry team, I'm on my way!...Whoah!!!...Oh no!!!   With the dexterity and grace of a drunken giraffe on stilts attempting to preform disney's princesses on ice, Rock made his way embarrasingly across the room. First he tried to run and fell on his head twice before realizing that he was better off just pushing off things and penguin sliding across the room. When he got to his gear, slimey fingers slipped on the strapping...   Giraffes! I lost my shoes for giraffes!   ACTIONS: Failed brains save to move half/slowed, Move to try and gear up. Up you GM how far along Rock gets. Likely no more actions than scrambling to help.    

Rock is an idiot and I love this game.   How do I roll in this new Baldr site? I think I'm rolling 4D unless there's some kind of synergy with kitchen appliance warfare I'm missing

Rock was enthusiastically ignoring the door while waving the kids towards the stairs to play on the pole when all heck broke loose. Rock's immediate thought was whether or not he had parked his replica back to the future Delorian on the left or right side of the street last night. If it was the right side he probably had a ticket. His brain flashed back to the moment and he shouted Hey kids, who wants to see me tackle a ghost! As he made to tackle the ghost he heard his buddy Kev's recommendation. Toaster. Yeah. He reached over to the actual toaster and snatched it up right as a little old lady was helping herself to the Spec's bagels. He gave a big dumb smile and a thumbs up to Kev. Rock didn't pick up what Kev had put down, possibly in a very bad way. Swinging the toaster around his head he shouted! You're toast carrier of the post, the busters of ghosts gonna be all she wrote! Suck Spec's Breakfast! Two everything bagels sailed from the toaster as Rock closed in on the poor ghost postman...  

It was at this moment, with the silent children and embarrassed twin, that Rock Bellows, former pro-footballer and current semi-(at best) pro-ghostbuster slid down the pole. He didn't just slide down it though, no no. Instead he was doing his whole 'I slid down so fast I flew outta uniform' gag wherein Rock would throw his uniform up in the air and then slide down the pole wearing short shorts and a tank top. A second after he hit the ground his uniform would land on or near him and he proclaim something like...   Woah, who greased the pole, I slid right outta my uniform again! Somebody's gotta do som.....   Rock announced loudly before taking in the scene and realizing his mistake. A slow thought of maybe this prank wasn't a good idea started to roll into his brain before that thought was stopped dead in it tracks for a new thought, it was simply, uh oh...there he stood, tiny shorts that read Tuesday on the bottom (it was not Tuesday) and a plain white tank top. And a small horde of small people stared at him in mixed bafflement/wonder and a little old lady smiled. After a long few seconds Rock blurted out.   Hey kids! I'm real ghostbuster Rock Bellows! Ummm....Who wants to ride the pole! And then we can shoot off my nuclear backpack. Only not inside though cause the HR guys wrote me up for that last week. Then maybe we can get Specs or Kev to let one of the cute ghost out to pet! Come on let's get sliding! Rock then led the charge for pole sliding and proton pack play.

Hey folks, back from Mexico and I'll try to get a post up tonight. Format will be minimal as I'm still travelling but at least I have wifi now

I'll be away until the 4th but could post mobilely if we wanna start before that.  

PERSONNEL FILE [CENTER][size=+3][B]Rock Bellows[/B][/size] [spoiler=Background][LEFT]Species: Human Goals: Fame, Fun doing good stuff for people. Tags: Tall, muscular, flaky, former Pro-Footballer.   Rock played football all his life and he was great at it. It helped that he is a walking refrigerator that can sprint like a gazelle. He was a star quarterback for his college team and went pro right after. He's most famous for his stint on the New York Giants both on and off-field. His off time was spent gallivanting around New York, partying it up with everyday folks very much in the public eye. During his time with the Giants, playing as a tight-end, he set several league records. One was for most touchdowns in a season but more impressive was his record for most interceptions from his own team. If Rock was anywhere near where the ball was thrown somehow he'd always get his hands on it rather than any intended receiver. This frequently meant that Rock was in a crowd when he did get the ball and so on many occasions he was punished by the other teams. This constant wear and tear on his body was starting to take it's toll and so, in his famously televised last game, he did a touchdown dance wherein Rock spun the ball on the ground. His teammates all knew this was their cue to feign being scared of the ball, throwing their hands up and running, some pretend squealing. Rock took off his team jersey to reveal a black t-shirt with the logo of the Ghostbusters on it. He took three steps and booted the ball into the crowd. The team incurred a penalty and Rock walked off the field with 3:20 in the last half still on the clock. The stunned sports reporters snapped shots as he strode down the tunnel. There was an article entitled "Who ya gonna call" with the image of Rock walking off the field. He quit profootball to become a real hero, a ghostbuster. He's been applying to the organization ever since. [/left][/spoiler] [img2=200]https://i.ytimg.com/vi/zL6_jJjVpec/maxresdefault.jpg[/img2] [table=3,1][r=1,1][B][U]TRAITS[/U][/B] [B]Brains:  [/B]1 [B]Muscles:  [/B]5 [B]Moves:  [/B]4 [B]Cool:  [/B]2  [r=2,1][B][U]TALENTS[/U][/B] [B]History[/B] 4 [B]Tackling (brawling)[/B] 8 [B]Hustle[/B] 7 [B]Intimidate[/B] 5 [r=3,1][B][U]Gear[/U][/B] HEAD: BACK: BELT: HANDS: TOTAL: 1 x Muscles: OK. 1 x Muscles < Gear < 2 x Muscles: -1 Moves + Cool. 2 x Muscles < Gear < 3 x Muscles: Drag at Moves 1. Gear > 3 x Muscles: No Can Do. [/table] [table=2,1][r=1,1][B][U]BROWNIE POINTS[/U][/B] 28 [r=2,1][B][U]MEDICAL HISTORY[/U][/B] Current Status:  ( ) Unhurt None  ( ) Banged Up Some -1 from A Trait  ( ) Hurt -2 from total Traits  ( ) Really Hurt -3 from total Traits  ( ) Trashed -4 from total Traits ( ) Basket Case -5 from total Traits; Out Cold ( ) Nearly Dead -6 from total Traits; Out Cold; Hospitalized [/table] [B][U]DESCRIPTION[/U][/B] Sex: _____Male_________________ Age: _____________31___________ Hair Color: ______Brown___________ Eye Color: ____Blue_____________ Height: __________________6'9"___ Weight: ____________270lbs______ [/CENTER]