The Westfield Galleria is a polished, two-story labyrinth of commerce. Today, the floor is slicker than a hockey rink. Lube Man stands center-court, an industrial tube of high-viscosity silicone gel in each hand, surveying the chaos of sliding shoppers and skidding security guards.
Officer Marcus Cole
Hey, you yellow creep. Stop turning the food court into a slip and slide before someone cracks their skull open.
LUBE MAN
Everyone is so tense. They just need to loosen up.
LUBE MAN
You look like you need a smoother perspective on life, officer.
Officer Cole draws his baton, his boots struggling to find traction as he lurches forward, one foot sliding dangerously close to a shimmering, translucent puddle. He lunges, his momentum carrying him toward Lube Man, but the floor is a nightmare of friction-less physics.
Officer Marcus Cole
If I can just grab his collar, this whole clown act ends.
Cole’s foot hits a fresh patch of gel. His eyes widen as he loses his center of gravity, arms windmilling toward the polished marble.
+ Scene Quest Added
Escape the security officer
“Make a quip that's a play on a famous movie reference and skitter away manically”
SUCCESS (Good Agility, rolled +1)
LUBE MAN
Frankly, my dear officer, I don't give a damn about your traction!
Lube Man executes a perfect, slick-footed pirouette, his yellow suit blurring as he effortlessly maintains his balance. He punctuates the quip by squirting a high-pressure stream of viscous gel directly beneath the stumbling guard's sliding boots.
LUBE MAN
That should keep him busy for a while. Time to make like a banana and split, literally.
With a gleeful cackle, Lube Man engages his specially treated soles and skates away toward the escalator, leaving the guard to perform an unintentional and rather frantic interpretative dance on the marble. Officer Cole flails, his baton clattering across the floor as he fights for verticality, his face a mask of mounting frustration.
Quest Complete
Escape the security officer