Andrew
Fisher: *the big scar faced
man slips into the empty warehouse, looking around and noting he is the only
one there so far, dressed in a pair of black sweats, black long sleeve tee, his
hunting knives sheathed on his hips and his fathers pistol tied in place and
holstered at his back*
Ita McNairee:
3,8,3,10,1,
Andrew
Fisher:
*crouches against a wall and watches*
Singha: ((so
this is what morning looks like....))
Ita McNairee:
*well true to form.. even without all the bangles
the little pikey is less than stealthy. barefeet padding softly along the
ground as she approaches the building, running a hand through her hair*
Ita McNairee:
(yes singha *grins* for some of us.. light heralds sleep
.... *pouts a little*))
Andrew
Fisher:
((Mornings suck. I see em every day after work. Bleh.))
Discard:
(( strange and frightening, ne? ))
Singha:
(It
burns! It burns! No...wait...that's the hot plate of the coffee maker. *removes
hand*))
Discard:
The little vagrant, in low-profile for so long, makes little
pretense upon entering the warehouse. She is wearing a very simple pair of
black cargo pants, a mock turtleneck that clings to her wiry, muscular frame,
and her rasta hat stretched over her horns. One gloved hand pushes open the
door and she strides inside, her sneakered feet tapping on the floor.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He shows up at the warehouse, looking tired, but
determined. He's dressed in a pair of black jeans and turtleneck, with his
backpack on. He is without his ever-present staff, and the leather jacket is
gone. The cigarette, though, is most definitely there. He opens the door and
walks in, looking around.
Andrew Fisher:
(*chuckles* Or the coffee I just spilled on my hand?))
Discard:
(( Ow. Well, I guess as long as you can type... ))
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
((I hate the time of the evil fireball in
the sky...and not JUST because I ST Vampire.))
Andrew Fisher:
*glances up as people approach, unfolding from the wall like
a shadow and moving over to the pair, standing and watching a moment before
nodding* Evening.
Discard:
She looks back and forth, then turns and sees Dream. She nods.
"Hey everybody," she murmurs, smiling a little bit. "Good to see
you all."
Singha:
((So...from
what I gather, and to avoid any further stuck in time unpleasantness....this
scene is happening...today? Or is it back dated to some time/event in the
past?))
: ((Laidan loves you all and wishes
everyone (even Ita) luck and says Gaia be with you! *runs out*)
Andrew Fisher:
(Night at some point...preferrably tonight or last?))
Ita McNairee:
*makes a half squeally noise as she cracks her neck and
looks about at everyone* ocha allo lovies... *screws up her face a little morE*
hmm. ah thought there were tae be moore o es? (( ita loves the laidaaaan!!!)))
((yeah anything cool with me))
Discard:
(( I think it's reasonable to have it in the present, just as long
as nobody thinks we're all horrible slackers for it :P ))
Andrew Fisher:
((Half carton of smokes....pot of coffee...popcorn. Good to
go. *G*))
Discard:
"Josh couldn't make it," Discard says a little absently.
"I'm not sure about Warren and Alexis."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
((Yeah, let's make it today. I don't need
to be any more confused with backdates. *S*))
Andrew Fisher:
*turns and looks at Ita before offering a hand to her in
greeting* We'll make due with what we have. A smaller team may have less chance
of being detected.
Ita McNairee:
*gives him a wave and a nod, accompanied by a half grin*
och aye. sae wha's tha plan than cheif captain!? *she cocks her head to Discard
and dream*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He looks around, and nods. "Lex isn't
coming...not with that child still in her. I don't know about Warren,
either." He shrugs.
Discard: "He may have decided that he can't go along with something so
potentially clandestine in the eyes of our leaders." Whoa, did Discard
just say that sentence?
Singha: ((screw
the coffee, I'm having Ovaltine...))
Discard:
(( Ovaltine is delicious and nutritious! Singha drinks it and you
should too! ))
Andrew Fisher:
*nods at the pair* So we are four. Who's point? *cut and
dried, typical Andy*
Ita McNairee:
*ita looks at the little hobo. clandestine.. likely had
something to do with chandeleirs... which didn't make sense. whatever.. the big
jamacian guy was a prat*
Discard:
"Much as I'd like to keep myself in harm's way, I am quite
noticeable," she replies. "I should probably play a different
role."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He nods. "Quite possible. Andrew's
right, though. Less is probably good." He slides his backpack off, opening
it up. Out comes several pieces of paperwork, a couple cardkeys, a security
badge, some maps, and a set of professional-looking clothes with a lab coat.
Singha:
((anyone
logging or do i need to worry about that?))
Discard:
(( I'm not. ))
Andrew Fisher:
*eyes flicker over the items and then to Dream*
Ita McNairee:
(i haven't been but i can if you'd like)
Andrew Fisher:
((I am.))
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
(I'm logging, Singha.))
Andrew Fisher:
((Dammit! I was gonna blackmail everyone for a copy. *G*))
Discard:
(( Movin' on. ¬.¬ ))
Ita McNairee:
(oh perfect. then I will not botha! for my attention span
is of that of a .. i.. stuff.. you may blackmail me bigman))
Ita McNairee:
*scratches at her head watching dream* sae wha's aul thes
than?? *nods to the stuff*
Discard:
"It's our edge," Discard says with a little smile.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He spreads out the map, then looks at Ita.
"This is the information Discard had, plus what Lex was able to get me to
update everything. Guard schedules, maps, et cetera." He looks around.
"All right, so this is our route in, and our exit routes. Pay close
attention...no one's getting left behind" He starts to outline them for
the three.
Andrew Fisher:
*waits on an explanation*
Ita McNairee:
*watches intently, moving to look at whats going on*
Discard:
Discard watches Dream's summary of the layout and route, paying
close attention to potential hiding spots; she's the worst potential cover breach
and isn't that great at stealth...
Singha:
((*has
a disturbing image of precisely how much Discard looks like Kenny with that
hood up all the time...*))
Andrew Fisher:
((*snickers madly*))
Ita McNairee:
*exits.. entrances... well this was a shitload simpler than
the sewers.. and she figures there weren't any assholes to mover her rocks abou
in there either* ((Oh no!!! she may get eaten by rats))
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
"Now, our in is this." He holds
up the security badge. "So, who all has driver's license or passport
photos, perchance?" He reaches into the bag and takes out a small digital
camera, in case anyone says no.
Discard:
(( She's actually got a hat on today... a big ole rasta-style hat,
for freedom of movement and so she can leave her jacket at home. ^^ ))
Andrew Fisher:
*speaks softly* I believe I may have the best chance of
lying our way in. *glances at Dream* I could do it.
Ita McNairee:
heh... nae drivers liscence loves.. nae me soory *shakes
her head*
Discard:
"I don't have identification."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
"We're all going in, Andrew." He
kicks his backpack. "There's more outfits and copies of the badges in
there."
Andrew Fisher:
*nods* Fantastic.
Andrew Fisher:
And no ID. Sorry. *shrugs*
Ita McNairee:
*cocks her head slightly, sucking on a cheek idly as she
watches dream* we aul soock. soory loves
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
"Everyone, stand against that wall,
please, several feet apart." He points at a blank wall. "We might as
well all get the pictures taken now, so that they look uniform."
Andrew
Fisher:
*rises and walks to
the wall, turning and waiting*
Discard:
Discard nods and complies, moving to the wall and standing up to
her full height of Short.
Ita McNairee:
*a slight cringe... she rakes her bangs forward so she
looks evenmore the dirty gypsy, having them hang over her eyes as she backs to
the wall*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He waits until they're all against the
wall, and snaps pictures of the before handing the camera off to Andrew.
"My turn."
Andrew Fisher:
*takes the camera and steps back to about where Dream was,
aims, and snaps* Done. *offers the cam to Dream*
Ita McNairee:
*she rubs at her hair. damnit.. why did it take forever to
dry!? showering was a pain in her dusty ass* wha the noow?
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He puts the camera away, nodding.
"We'll need to stop off at Kinko's or something to get the badges set on
the way there." In the bag he goes, and out come three more outfits, one
for each. "All right, here's your costumes. Enjoy. I hope they fit...I had
to guess at sizes."
Andrew Fisher:
*accepts the one offered to him* Big. *faint grin and he
starts to strip off his tee*
Discard:
Discard takes the littlest one and skips a few steps away so that
she can change into the thing.
Andrew Fisher:
*doesn't care, just gets dressed, now stands holding his
knives, pistol still secured in the small of his back, waiting*
Discard:
She is not wearing a bra underneath the shirt, and whoever decides
to look will see the webwork of scars on her arms and back and a brief glimpse
of her small breasts before she gets the outfit's shirt on.
Ita McNairee:
*naked! that she could get! she starts shrugging out of
clothing with the whorish efficiency, annnnnd naked! 3 little knives strapped
with a patched leather strap to her inner thigh*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
Some hairbands come out, and he hands a
couple to Ita, then puls his own hair back. "We need to look somewhat
professional. It's the weekend, so they might not worry about your hat,
Discard. Then again, considering where we're going, they may not worry about
the horns, so..." He shrugs.
Discard:
She then changes into the pants. Again, her thighs and calves are
a mess of ugly wounds that someone obviously wanted to stay on her body.
Discard:
"I don't know myself. I'll try to be unobtrusive I
guess."
Andrew Fisher:
*tucks his own hair under the collar of his shirt, tucking
it in neatly*
Singha -> Discard:
((wounds or scars? cause it may make a difference if she's actively
wounded))
Ita McNairee:
*ita pulls the hair into a ponytail, giving discards scars
an unfriendly curl of her lips and muttering in gaelic before examining the
clothes*
Discard -> Singha:
(( no, they're just scars. I
should have said that somebody wanted evidence of them to stay. ))
Andrew Fisher:
*kept his eyes away from the naked ladies*
Ita McNairee:
*a frown if its pants she's putting on.. how would she get
at her knives... and she's dressed and waiting*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He pulls his own outfit on, and picks up
the cardkeys. One goes to Discard, the other goes to Andrew. "All right,
so our target are these." He holds up a list of items. "Some
margerine-sized tups of a product called Concentrate XP-209-33930, some vials
of a clear anethsetic stuff, the hypos for them, and vials of something called
Serum 209-O.I.M. Also, some files, all prefixed 100-209-whatever."
Discard:
She peers at the cardkey, then slips it into her pocket.
Ita McNairee:
wha's a hypo love?
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
"A needle, Ita. Hypodermic
needles."
Andrew Fisher:
*nods at this* You have copies of that list?
Discard:
"A hypodermic needle," Discard replies. "Like a
shot."
Andrew Fisher:
*pockets his own cardkey*
Ita McNairee: *realization.. a nod*
Ita
McNairee:
wha's moore
emportante loves.. ah mean effen oor arses are awn fire.. aye?
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He nods at Andrew. "Yeah, I do.
They're all n the same sub-lab, though, is the good thing...we can get them all
in one fell swoop. Now, we're coordinating this so that hopefully, we'll have
no problem getting past the guards, since we have their schedules. If something
goes wrong, though, this may get really ugly, really quick. They're probably
just normal guards, but you never know. So be on the alert, avoid detection
rather then trying for combat. Something happens to me, Discard is in charge.
Understood?"
Andrew Fisher:
*nods*
Discard:
Discard sets her jaw and nods resolutely. She's looking ready to
give a hundred and ten percent.
Ita McNairee:
*nods and a grin to discard, she slips her shades back on*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
"This is a quick grab and run. No
corporate sabotage, no monkeywrenching. We're in, we get it all, we get out,
all hopefully undetected. Nobody splits up unless we absolutely have to, which
we shouldn't." He looks around. "Questions, comments?"
Ita McNairee:
run en grab shite run oot. dinnae be seen. got ye loves
Andrew Fisher:
*glances at Ita then at Dream* I can medic if it comes to
that. Know what I mean? *nods*
Discard:
She glances about.
Discard:
"Should worse come to worst... I am possibly the most
effective distraction here. I can keep many people busy at once while you all
move. Hopefully it won't be necessary, but I wanted to put it out there."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
"Good, Andrew. So can I, if we need
it."
Andrew Fisher:
*nods and waits, ready to move*
Ita McNairee:
och noow loves nae o tha.. yer breakable. *look to discard,
scars still in her minds eye, giving her a warm cockeyed grin*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
"Worst comes to worst, Discard, we go
Umbral and book it, and Ita uses an alternative escape route. Distractions tend
to get captured or killed, and trust me, you'd probably rather get killed ten
captured in there." He looks at Ita. "Don't worry...if that happens,
I'll wait for you outside. I'm not going to leave you behind, if it comes to
that."
Andrew Fisher:
*looks at Ita* No one is getting left behind.
Singha:
((Seeing
as we're looking at only 2 hours left before i have to ST another scene, what
say we magically teleport you all to the site, and put you in whatever vehicle
you're driving up there in through the wonders of fast forwarding?))
Andrew Fisher:
((WOOT!))
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He pauses a moment. "Also...if anyone
starts to feel strange, or see something that shouldn't be there, speak up
immediately. There is a small chance that I may lose it at some point...again,
Discard is in charge if I do."
Ita McNairee:
och dinnae worry loves.. ah'm fleet o foot when ah need be.
*nods*
Ita McNairee:
((nods))
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
((Yeah, Singha. They take Jeremy's car,
stop by Kinko's to get the badges fixed, then show up.))
Discard:
(( Sounds like a plan! ))
Andrew Fisher:
*nods again*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
So up they pull to the lab in question.
Andrew Fisher:
*is sitting behind Dream unless told otherwise*
Ita McNairee:
*ita looks about the car* aulrecht than. away we gawn?
Discard:
Discard is sitting shotgun, which is where she imagines the beta
is supposed to sit.
Singha:
It's
a nice little complex set in a suburb of Albany, surrounded by a chain link
fence.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He nods. "Away we go." He pulls
up to the entrance at the chain link fence. "Remember, act natural. We're
supposed to be here. Make them believe it."
Singha:
The
place is nestled in some woods, and the back side of the parking lot runs along
the bank of a stream, but the compound itself is barren of trees, sporting a
few juiper bushes here and there but that's it. There's a guardshack that
overlooks entrance into the parking lot.
Singha:
((Man+subterfuge
rolls from you all, please))
Singha:
7,
Discard:
Discard grunts and gets out of the car, making sure that her hat
is secured and looks like it's just around a 'fro or dreads or something.
Jeremy "Dream"
Thomas:
9,8,6,8,4,3,
Discard:
3,9,5,
Ita McNairee:
9,8,9,1,8,1,9,
Singha:
((I'm
assuming you guys are still in the car until you make it through into the
parking lot))
Andrew Fisher:
((Blue screen of death...sorry gang)
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
((Yeah))
Andrew Fisher:
2,4,9,4,2,3,
Discard:
(( Right. ))
Ita McNairee:
((nods))
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He looks up at the guard who is most surely
approaching, nodding to him. "Evenin'."
Singha:
The
guard at the gate looks over their ID's and asks "What's your business
here today?"
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
"Brought in to do some product
viability testing." He shrugs to the guard.
Ita McNairee:
*ita, blinks as if she's a little bored, whatever. she was
supposed to worke here.. she watched the gaurd idly*
Discard:
Discard just tries to look ... business casual. She's not really
that good at it.
Andrew Fisher:
*stifles a yawn*
Singha:
The
guard raises a brow to that, and asks "For what project leader?"
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas -> Singha:
((Sense Wyrm on the guard, for some advance warning...if the
outside guards smell, then he knows the inside ones will, too.))
Jeremy "Dream"
Thomas:
9,3,5,6,7,
Singha -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
((roll))
Singha -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
(he's about as wyrmy as your average human00
Singha:
9,3,7,3,5,
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
"Dr. Schondorf. He called us in to do
it ourselves, since he's not available at the moment."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
((do it for him, rather.))
Singha:
He
raises a brow, impressed. He seems very convinced by Jer and Ita, a bit
suspicious but eventually okay with Discard and Jeremy, and, after having them
all sign in, lets them through the gate.
Discard:
Discard seems relieved once they are away from scrutiny of the
guard.
Ita McNairee:
*ita signs as whatevr she's supposed to, schlumping after
Dream. whew. *
Singha -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
((As soon as they pass through the gate, Jer
'hears' an increase in that background hum, and his emotions ramp up a notch as
he realizes that purple lobster thing is more than likely following him now0)
Jeremy
"Dream" Thomas:
And
with a nod to the guard, he drives in, parking near the entrance they're
taking. Breathing a sigh of relief once they're out of sight of the guard.
"One down, ninety-six gajillian to go..."
Singha:
((everybody
but jer, roll per+prim urge, if you got it))
Andrew Fisher:
The first one is always the hardest. *steps out once they
are parked and glances around*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
Then, he stiffens a little, and sets his
jaw. "Discard, remember what I said about if I freak out. Just in
case." He parks the car, killing the engine, and gets out.
Andrew Fisher:
((Nope))
Ita McNairee:
*ita makes with getting out of the car, muttering * ye
reckon ah can talk oor es et better ah tay mum like? ((noope))
Discard:
9,8,3,3,6,9,
Ita McNairee:
(stay mum like)
Discard:
"Okay Dream," she responds as she gets out of the car,
glancing about her as she does so.
Singha:
They
are outside a three story, monolithic and near windowless brick structure.
There is only one entrance, a steel double door with a cardkey lock.
Singha -> Discard:
Discard feels something is...wrong with this place. Tho she's not
sure what it is or why. It just seems...unnatural.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He looks at Ita. "Your accent
shouldn't matter, Ita. Researchers come from all over the place, I'm sure. Just
try to keep your word choice as professional as you can, if we have to play it
off." He starts walking to the door.
Singha:
(Anybody
here know Feng Shui?))
Andrew Fisher:
((Nope. Not I.))
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
((I and Dream are somewhat familiar,
yeah.))
Jeremy
"Dream" Thomas:
((I
talk good, too. :P))
Discard:
"This place is fucked up," Discard murmurs only loud
enough for those near her to hear. She is clearly fighting down a look wary
suspicion.
Singha:
According
to the blue prints, they need to head through this double door, down a wide
hallway to the elevator, then down into the sub basement where the main lab is,
then through that lab into the adjacent sub lab.
Ita McNairee:
(not i) * nod to him * Aye. *the little scottish lab tech
follows Dream, friendly and relaxed, she looks to Dis* hoow sae?
Singha -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
((The Feng Shui of this place is...all
wrong. It seeems specifically designed to collect negative energies and promote
disharmony))
Andrew Fisher:
*follows along silently*
Discard:
"Something in the air, in the ether... is wrong." she
shakes her head. "But I guess we knew that already.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
"That's one way to put it," he
says to Discard as he looks up at the structure. He gets to the door, then
looks to Andrew. "Open seseme...card key time."
Discard:
She falls into step with the others, looking at least reasonably
casual.
Singha:
They
don't as yet, run into any body else. The regular guard is not supposed to be
by here for another ten minutes. There is a chance they may run into another
guard by the elevator.
Andrew Fisher:
*pulls out the cardkey, steps up to the reader and swipes,
opening the door for the others if and when it unlocks*
Ita McNairee:
*looks to discard and andy, following them through once
they go*
Andrew Fisher -> Singha:
((Gonna roll Cha + Sub for his
Persuasion gift.))
Singha:
The
door swings open, and they are hit with the smell of a very pungent antiseptic.
(Any with heightened senses of smell will find said sense useless for the
duration of the time they're in this building0)
Andrew Fisher:
10,8,2,4,2,2,
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He walks along, in front, heading straight
toward the elevator, remaining relaxed with some effort. Like he's supposed to
be here.
Andrew Fisher:
*trails along, behind and slightly to the side, eyes focused
on where he needs to go*
Discard:
Discard makes a slight face and then follows.
Ita McNairee:
*enh... she was used to the sewer, this was nothing, she
heads towards the elevator like she knows exactly where she's headed*
Singha -> Andrew Fisher:
((gotcha -1 all socials for duration of scene))
Singha:
((roll
WP Jer)) There is, indeed a guard standing near the elevators. He regards them,
looking them over. "Schondorf's bunch, heh?"
Jeremy "Dream"
Thomas:
7,5,5,6,9,2,
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He nods to the guard as they walk up.
"That'd be us, yeah."
Singha -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
((He hears the hum even louder now, to the
point that it's distracting. but he manages to keep foucus))
Ita McNairee:
*a disinterested nod to the guard.*
Discard:
She does the same as Ita, knowing better than to draw attention.
Andrew Fisher:
*a confident, though brief nod to the guard*
Singha:
The
guard smiles at them, particularly at Ita and Discard. There's something
lascivious in his look. Or maybe it's just his unibrow that makes him feel
creepy.
Singha:
He
opens the elevator door for them.
Singha:
((Everybody
roll WP))
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He walks to the elevator, ignoring the look
the guard gives, as if it's natural and to be expected.
Jeremy "Dream"
Thomas: 5,9,5,9,9,3,
Andrew Fisher:
*steps into the elevator last, trailing the women in and
blocking the view of the guard* ((Hey....I has a unibrow.....nothin creepy
about it.))
Ita McNairee:
2,2,6,5,9,10,9,
Discard:
10,8,1,2,8,5,
Discard:
Discard doesn't seem to show that she's fazed.
Andrew Fisher:
2,3,9,9,4,3,
Ita McNairee:
*a friendly smile to the horndog guard, as she heads into
the elevator... bettern' some...*
Andrew Fisher:
*looks fine, slightly disinterested*
Singha:
Jeremy,
Andrew, and Ita immediately see the button for the sub-basement floor the lab
is on. Discard doesn't see the button, to her, it looks like the guard is
pressing a blank spot on the elevator panel.
Singha:
"Have
fun," the guard says, and steps back out of the elevator before the doors
close on him.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He nods to the guard, and leans against the
wall as the doors close, shutting his eyes for a moment, as if to center
himself as they head down.
Discard:
Discard furrows her brow and stares at the panel.
Singha:
They
descend for a bit longer than any of them--except maybe Ita--feel comfortable
with. The doors open on a short, wide corridor lit by flourescent tubes. One of
the tubes is flickering.
Discard: Discard allows Dream to step
out first, then follows warily.
Andrew
Fisher:
*crosses his arms and
stands near the door, calm brown eyes watching the doors and waiting*
Andrew Fisher:
*steps out and assumes his flanking position once more, eyes
staring straight ahead*
Ita McNairee:
*ita cocks her head to the flickering light. well. at least
there was ilumination. a grin as she trundles out*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
His eyes open as the doors open, and he
takes point again, heading out of the elevator, into the corridor and through
to the lab.
Singha -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
((Jer sees the purple lobster ahead of him
in the flickering light))
Ita McNairee:
*a warm easy grin to discard. don't worry so much*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He pauses suddenly, his eyes widening
slightly. "Aw, fuck." It's whispered, probably not even consciously.
Andrew Fisher:
*glances at Dream and waits for a bit more info than that*
Ita McNairee:
*oh.. maybe start worrying.. she snaps her head to Jer*
Wha's tha then?
Discard:
Discard doesn't say anything, but an eyebrow goes up right away
and she looks to Dream for an indication of what to do...
Singha -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
It advances on him, clacking it's pincers
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He looks straight ahead, staring.
"Something that's been looking for me. I shoulda figured here was probably
home..." He looks at Discard. "Keep moving. It's not after you guys,
I don't think. Just me."
Discard:
"Without you?" She keeps moving forward, but looks back
to Dream.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas -> Singha:
((Shifting up to Crinos.))
Andrew Fisher: *waits, watching Dream*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
"Yes! I'll catch up, if I can."
To say that his tone is tense would be an understatement.
Ita McNairee:
well we'll nae let et 'ave ye.. *she gives him a pat to the
arm, encouraging continuing on, looking to him and discard.. that was
complex.... xp2..o933930? yes*
Andrew Fisher:
*starts off slowly, glancing back at Dream* Want me to watch
your back?
Singha:
((everybody
who continues past the flickering light, roll WP))
Ita McNairee:
3,5,5,3,9,7,3,
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He slides his backpack off, tossing it to
Discard, and his form melts, shifting up to Crinos form. "Right
here!" he shouts to nothing in particular.
Discard:
9,9,8,10,4,6,
Andrew Fisher:
8,2,2,3,8,8,
Discard:
Discard catches the backpack just as she crosses under the
flickering light.
Ita McNairee:
(thanks for the 3's there roller. i liked those.))
Singha:
Ita
finds the hum of the flickering light gives her a bit of a headache.
Andrew Fisher:
*eyes widen a bit at Dream's reaction*
Discard:
(( so did it! ))
Singha -> Discard:
Discard feels that sense of unnatural get really oogie for a moment
as she passes under the light, but feels otherwise unaffected.
Ita McNairee: *ita's mouth drops about 3 stories.* jaysus... *she cringes
at the light and gawks at dream wolfing up* aye.. than... *she continues..
looking to discard*
Andrew
Fisher:
*follows along,
flanking Dis, looking back to Jer frequently*
Singha -> Andrew Fisher:
Andrew doesn't notice anything strange, other than Jer's
reaction to nothing.
Discard:
"Come on," she says. "He'll be all right. We've got
to do this thing. If we get off schedule we'll regret it."
Discard:
With that, she moves along at a determined pace.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He takes a couple steps forward, snarling,
advancing on whatever he sees, hands flexing.
Singha -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
The lobster thing clacks it's pincers at
both Andrew and Discard, but doesn't seem able to gain purchase, so continues
on at Jer, moving about 30 feet away from the flickering light and stopping
Singha -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
If Jer actually closes the distance, then
the lobster attacks him
Andrew Fisher:
*shrugs and hopes she is right, turning and moving up to her
side, shortening his strides to keep back with the little one*
Singha:
Discard
and the others reach the steel double doors.
Singha:
4,3,2,5,9,8,
Singha -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
((roll WP))
Ita McNairee:
*scratches at her eye. ow. she cocks her head*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas -> Singha:
((No, he just took a couple steps forward, to get it's attention in
case it tried to go after Andrew & Discard. He's waiting until they pass by
to actually fight it.))
Jeremy "Dream"
Thomas:
5,6,2,3,4,5,
Singha:
The
door has another cardkey lock, and a camera set above it, taping the approach
down the hallway.
Singha -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
((Ah ok then nm the rolls for the time being
since that was for it actually attacking him))
Andrew Fisher:
*glances at Dis calmly*
Ita McNairee:
*look sto the camera. then to dis. she hoped the camera
couldn't see wolfie back there*
Discard:
Discard approaches calmly and simply, minimizing the time she
spends under the camera's gaze. To the door, swiping the cardkey, and (provided
a clear path) moving through.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He growls at one point as they pass down
the hallway, then stops, pacing back and forth, on the far side of the
flickering light, staring ahead.
Andrew Fisher:
*steps through last before moving to Dis' side*
Singha:
The
door opens with the cardkey and they get an even stronger whiff of that
antiseptic. it's so strong it actually makes the sinuses hurt a bit.
Ita McNairee:
*a hand comes up to rub her temple idly, she hears the
growling but doesn't bother looking back, whoa... somebody likes it clean*
Andrew Fisher:
*blinks and huffs through his nose softly, clearing the
scent out a bit*
Singha -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
The lobster just remains at that 30 feet
mark, waiting for Jer to continue on. That hum is overwhelming, and jer starts
to feel a compulsion to move toward the lobster, like he felt with looking at
the computer screen
Discard:
Discard follows the path mutely, leading the other two. Trying to
ignore the disgusting chemical smell.
Singha:
Those
who enter the lab find an array of computer bays lined neatly up. The two
sidewalls are lined with stainless steel cages. Creatures move restlessly in
the cages, some coming to attention to see who's entered.
Ita McNairee:
*trundles on through, stiiiill better than home. less
friendly maybe.. but better*
Ita McNairee:
*ita's eyes scan the animals. poor things.. all caged up...
*
Singha:
((computer
bays lined up on a stainless steel table in the center of the room. Side walls
with cages.)) At the far end of the room are several restraining tables,
vivisection devices and medical and lab equipment, along with three doors.
Andrew
Fisher:
*just focus on where
we are going*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
As soon as they're through, he emits a low,
rumbling growl, and charges whatever it is, claws at the ready. ((Spending Rage
point.))
Discard:
Discard briefly checks the route once again and heads in that
direction, but does look about and take all of the equipment and creatures in.
Singha:
Ita
finds, to her horror, that some of the animals are quite human--or humanoid.
Others are massive dire wolf sized creatures, that whimper and cower away from
the bars at the sight of people wearing lab uniforms.
Singha:
((Roll
WP if you are looking at the computer screens))
Andrew Fisher:
*the whimpers draw his gaze and he glances around, quickly
flicking his gaze back to the doors*
Singha:
6,8,6,7,1,10,6,6,
Andrew Fisher:
4,2,7,7,8,2,
Singha -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
((Roll WP, Jer))
Jeremy "Dream"
Thomas:
8,5,6,9,8,9,
Discard:
(( Discard does not bother with the computer screens, as she does
not expect to understand anything on them. ))
Singha:
8,2,3,2,4,4,10,2,
Ita McNairee:
*a strangled noise in her throat.. a half snarl. poor
animal things... these people were baddies through and through... she keeps her
eyes forward towards the door*
Andrew Fisher:
*most likely took them in when glancing across the room*
Singha -> Andrew Fisher:
Andrew finds his attention fully absorbed by the computer
screen saver, forgetting momentarily what they're here for.
Andrew Fisher:
*pauses and cocks his head, staring at the computer screen
before him*
Ita McNairee:
*not ita.. animals.. Door... she's too disgusted and pissed
off to do anything but head to their destination*
Singha -> Andrew Fisher:
He feels compelled to stare at the screen, and must break
himself away by force of will (spend a WP, and you can roll WP again to break
away))
Andrew Fisher -> Singha:
((Spent.))
Singha:
Jer
charges...well...nothing. Swings at nothing.
Andrew Fisher:
2,3,10,10,9,
Singha -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
Jer feels the algorithm trying to assert
control over him but he fights it off through force of will
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
Dammit, he realizes. How fucking stupid are you, Jer? He
leaps back, shaking his head, and tries to move into the Umbra, knowing this is
going to be tough.
Singha -> Andrew Fisher:
Andrew barely manages to look away from the screens, and has
this incredible urge to look back at them. (Spend 1 WP per turn while in
presence of the screens to avoid looking into them00
Discard:
Discard keeps moving, almost through the room now.
Andrew Fisher:
*and he drags his gaze away and heads for the doors as fast
as his stride will take him walking*
Andrew Fisher -> Singha:
((How many turns to get across
the room?))
Singha:
Discard
reaches the sub-lab door and finds yet another keycard lock. Those who have
looked at the creatures in the cages and can recognize various Garou forms,
will note that most creatures in the cages are either Glabro or Hispo form.
Jeremy "Dream"
Thomas:
6,10,5,8,9,
Singha -> Andrew Fisher:
((1 turn))
Ita
McNairee:
*ita's following,
expecting scarface to trail along behind as he's been doing so far... nose
wrinkling again at the the thought of what was happening to those .. cage
things.. no!*
Andrew Fisher -> Singha:
((Down Another WP then.))
Singha:
Jer
steps umbrally, and finds himself facing a giant purple lobster the size of a
volkswagon with a scorpion like tail. it clacks it's pincers at him and attacks
Singha -> Andrew Fisher:
((Andy's GW right?))
Discard:
Discard is trembling a little bit as she swipes the keycard,
trying to restrain herself from going on a PETA-style animal-freeing spree.
Andrew Fisher -> Singha:
((Yes.))
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He's expecting it to be there, and jumps to
the side to dodge.
Ita McNairee:
*a chill hand slips to the girl's shoulder, giving her a
friendly pat as she swipes her key card*
Andrew Fisher:
*gets to the doors and is in a hurry to get through*
Discard:
And the three are through the door and beyond it, travelling
straight toward their destination.
Singha:
7,8,7,8,2,
Jeremy "Dream"
Thomas: 9,10,8,1,7,
Singha: This
room is smaller and lined with refrigerated bays, a small lab set up, medical
equimpent, a safe, and a single restraint chair.
Discard -> Singha:
(( is this the target room?
))
Singha -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
It hits, and jer feels the algorithm trying
to assert itself (Roll WP))
Andrew Fisher:
*watches Dis*
Jeremy "Dream"
Thomas:
8,1,4,6,6,6,
Singha -> Discard:
((Yes))
Singha:
4,6,2,7,1,8,6,1,
Ita McNairee:
*she gives the restraint chair an evil eye, looking about.
she looks to Andy an Dis* Right than? eere?
Discard:
"Yes," she replies, and immediately begins to scan the
room for the target objects.
Singha -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
The pincer goes in and Jer feels his
perceptions slowly...changing. ((Spend wP to resist effects for this turn and
attempt to break free0)
Discard:
She checks her notes. "Andrew, if you could look for the
files, that'd be good. I'll try to find that concentrate stuff. Ita, try to
find the antiseptic."
Andrew Fisher:
*starts searching*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas -> Singha:
((Done.))
Discard:
"Err, anesthetic, sorry."
Singha: The
refrigerated bays are neatly labeled according to specimen numbers. (Roll
per+alert to find the ones you're looking for))
Ita McNairee:
*and she starts a looking.. .. antiseptic... antiseptic...*
Discard: Discard starts searching the medical fridges for the containers of
Concentrate XP-209-33930.
Singha -> Jeremy
"Dream" Thomas:
((roll
Rage))
Jeremy "Dream"
Thomas:
2,8,7,
Andrew Fisher:
3,5,4,5,10,
Discard:
3,9,2,9,6,
Singha:
3,6,9,2,1,
Ita McNairee:
8,3,7,3,
Ita McNairee:
*where are these vials of anes-whatever... number things..
and needles?*
Singha -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
Miraculously Jer breaks free, tho part of
him dosen't know why, and feels drawn to this thing. Whatever it injected him
with was...kinda cool.
Andrew Fisher:
*looks around for the files, eyes narrowed as he moves about
the room*
Singha:
Andrew
can't finds the files in any cupboards and comes to the conclusion they're in
the safe. Discard quickly finds the containers she's looking for. Ita takes a
bit longer, but also finds her stuff. Discard also finds what looks
suspiciously like...rolled up Garou skins.
Andrew Fisher:
*shakes head* I found nothing. *looks at the safe*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas -> Singha:
He fights to assert control...kill it, kill it, Trevor said I've
gotta kill it... He launches a strike for a soft spot on the pincer, hoping
to take it off.
Ita McNairee:
Right.. *ita frowns... she cocks her head to discard* well
ah've tha vials... wha else wee need loves?
Discard:
"By Gaia..." she murmurs, glaring at the skins.
"What were they DOING in here?" She leaves the skins, though, and
takes the containers of stuff, handling them gingerly.
Singha:
THey
have what they came for, now it's time to get out.
Andrew Fisher:
*glances at Dis, then at the door, turning and heading* Want
me to take point?
Discard:
((
Was andrew able to find the files in the safe then? ))
Discard:
(( or just determined that we can't get them? ))
Ita McNairee:
shite shite shite.. *a frown back at the safe.* aye aft we
gawn??
Singha:
((Well,
they have everything except the files, unless you guys want to try to either
steal the safe or break into it?))
Andrew Fisher:
((Can anyone here crack a safe? *G*))
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas -> Singha:
He fights to assert control...Bad idea, bad idea... Time for
a tactical retreat. He jumps back again, and tries to go back through the
Umbra, to get away from it.
Ita McNairee:
((*ita has ONE in sequirity.. she can open a crackerbox))
Discard:
"I guess we'll leave the files. We need to get out of
here."
Singha -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
((Roll GN))
Jeremy "Dream"
Thomas:
6,5,7,1,9,
Ita McNairee:
och fook et... * severe frown and a nod. she didn't much
like that idea*
Singha:
Jer
finds himself taking far longer to get back then he took to get Umbral.
Singha:
10,6,8,4,9,
Singha -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He feels the thing stabbing him in the back
as he struggles to cross over. ((Another WP roll))
Singha:
9,10,9,1,6,5,5,6,
Discard:
"C'mon. Hide the stuff as best as you can." Discard does
so herself, tucking the tupperware into an inner coat pocket and moving to the
door.
Andrew Fisher:
Put it in Dream's backpack.
Jeremy "Dream"
Thomas:
4,9,2,8,8,4,
Discard:
"Ah. Yeah, good idea," she says, doing so.
Ita McNairee:
*pockets.. a vials shoved between her breasts in case
everything gets confiscted.. etc etc.. the rest goes in dreams pack*
Discard:
The stuff stowed, she moves to the exit. "C'mon, let's get
outta here. We don't want to run into any guards on our way out; I'm no good at
acting."
Ita McNairee:
AH'm a fair liar.. wha was tha dr.'s name loves?
Andrew Fisher:
*waits at the door, steeling himself to go through that room
again....eyes forward....focus on the other door....and get there*
Andrew Fisher:
I am. *opens the door* Ita and I will talk our way out of
things if needed.
Singha -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He feels almost all resistance to the
algorithm fade at this last injection, finding himself charged with a sense of
scientific wonder and exploration, and an eagerness to help Schondorf in his
work.
Singha -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
(And then he's through into the physical
realm
Ita McNairee:
*she's walking at a brisk pace.. taking care not to look at
the dog animals*
Andrew Fisher:
*wills himself across the room*
Discard:
"Good," Discard replies, and strides forward, taking
point until they encounter anyone.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He stumbles into the corridor from the
Umbra, shaking his head. He drops out of Crinos and stand there, looking a
little stunned.
Singha:
They
quickly get through the main lab and back out into the corrodor, where they
find Dream stepping back through from the umbra. (Roll WP as you pass the
flickering light again)
Ita McNairee:
*where was dream? she kept her eyes open.. no one is left
behind.. afterall*
Ita McNairee:
4,3,6,1,4,1,7,
Discard:
9,5,10,3,7,9,
Ita McNairee:
(well that was less than peaches)
Andrew Fisher -> Singha:
((Perm or Temp WP?))
Discard:
"Dream," she says, hurrying toward him, giving the
flickering light a suspicious glare. "Are you all right?"
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He looks over at Discard, blinking a little
at the glare of the light, and nods. "Yeah, I'm good. Are we?"
Singha:
((When
you roll, it's ~always~ your perm rating. ))
Andrew Fisher:
2,7,5,6,7,10,
Discard:
"Yes," Discard replies in a low voice. "The files
were locked up, but we have the concentrate and the anesthetic."
Singha -> Ita McNairee:
Ita feels the presence of that same hum she noticed in the
dream with Fausto. Her head hurts slightly, and she really wants to go back and
look at those computers in the other room.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He looks back at the door a second, then
shakes his head. "That'll have to do. Let's go..."
Andrew Fisher: *waits with the group*
Singha -> Andrew Fisher:
Andrew manages to pass the flickering light without obeying
that near compulsion to go back and look at the computers
Ita McNairee:
..och..loves.. *she frowns and starts back towards the room
with the computers* ye aul hear tha..aye?
Andrew Fisher:
*glances back up the hall they just came from*
Andrew Fisher:
*frowns at Ita* No. What?
Discard:
Discard turns back and looks at Ita. "What? No. We gotta go,
Ita."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
"What the hum?" He shrugs.
"Not a big deal. C'mon." He seems eager to get home.
Ita McNairee:
but.. ets right fooked aye.. ...ah'm jes gintae check entae
somethen aye.. *she gives them a grin* et'll jest take a sec aye? Ah'll make et
moore an snappy.. gie me tha key theng aye?
Andrew Fisher:
We need to leave ~now~ Ita....come on....
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He grits his teeth. "Ita, there's no
TIME. Come on. NOW." He goes to open the elevator door.
Discard:
"If there's something there, it's better if we leave
now."
Ita McNairee:
*she looks to discard* LOves.. ah need tae gawn check oot
those compies.. *a frown as she looks to the door... * gawn wie oot me than
aye?
Andrew Fisher:
Ita, the computers are odd. Trust me. Just come on.
Singha -> Ita McNairee:
((She would ~like~ to, but is not compelled to.))
Ita McNairee -> Singha:
any chance of her rolling
another wp? or did she botch it!?)
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He turns and looks at Ita. "There's
computers in there?"
Ita
McNairee -> Singha:
(oh perfect)
Ita McNairee:
aye.. *she nods, moving towards the elevator glumly* a good
many loves.. maken an odd hummen
Discard:
"I doubt there's much we could do with them right now."
Andrew Fisher:
*glances at Dream* Ask me about them later. *moves to the
elevator*
Rusty:
[Teach
ME to sleep... *L*]
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He pauses, and looks at Andrew and Discard.
"Get the samples out. I'll go with Ita to check out the computers."
Andrew Fisher:
Dream. Trust me. There is something odd about them. Almost
hypnotic. Don't. Remember? We all leave together.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
"Tell the guard that we're just doing
some final write-ups." He holds his hand out to Andrew. "Key
card."
Ita McNairee:
*nods.. she agrees with Dream* nae.. *she fishes the vial
out from between her breasts* eeer.. we'll be oot right awa.
Discard:
"I mean, what would you guys be able to do, anyway? Break
them?" Discard is more than a little concerned.
Singha:
[okay.
First, Rusty, you have to get really really tired. Preferably with alot of good
RP. Then you put some pajamas on (optional) and you go lay down on a couch or a
bed...))
Discard:
(( Ooh! *takes notes* ))
Rusty:
*Bonk*
Shush and ST.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He pauses a moment and Andrew's words, and
thern nods. "Perfect. I know these things, Andrew. I've seen them before.
It's exactly what we need, I think." He shrugs. "Maybe the files are
in them."
Andrew Fisher:
((Done all that, and still no sleep. Hmmm...)) *shakes head*
Forget the computers Dream. We need to leave now.
Ita McNairee:
mmm *she looks to andy and dis* gawn ye tae.. afore ets tae
late tae wander.. we'll be oot en a sec.. but get the goods tae safety aye?
Andrew Fisher:
*glances at Dis, she is second in command...and Dream is
acting pretty weird*
Discard:
Discard presses her mouth into a thin line. She does not look
happy with this. "If we go now, you won't be able to call us back for
support."
Discard:
"I don't trust this situation at all," she says.
Andrew Fisher:
We can't Ita. Dream's car, he needs to drive and we need to
leave together. It's pushing things as is. If we split up we are in trouble.
Remember? We don't split up no matter what.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He sets his jaw against the frustration
creeping in. "Andrew, we need the fucking files. Without them, we can't
use them the way we need to. Give me the God damn card key. NOW." The last
directed to Discard, giving her a look that demands compliance.
Ita McNairee:
*she frowns, looking from dream to Andy... * right.. *a
frown* aye... we need tha files lovies.. ye worry aboot those thengs..we'll gie
tha files.. hoory aye? nae time fer banters
Discard:
Discard stiffens, but she reaches into a pocket and retrieves the
card key. "Yes sir," she replies, handing it to him.
Andrew Fisher:
*glances at Dis, her call, not his*
Discard:
"C'mon Andrew," she says, whirling and moving to the
elevator. "We're late."
Ita McNairee:
*a grin, as she starts to hed back to the door*
Andrew Fisher:
*follows* This is bad.
Singha -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
((Roll WP as you pass under the flickering
light))
Jeremy "Dream"
Thomas:
10,3,2,9,5,9,
Singha:
9,9,8,2,10,3,2,4,
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He
turns around, walking toward the door to swipe the cardkey through.
Singha -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
(That last little bit of resistance fades,
and you're sure you're doing the right thing, tho you have a bit of a
headache))
Ita McNairee:
*the pikey waits impatiently for the door to open*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He pulls the door open, walking into the
room, looking for the computers and heading straight toward them.
Discard:
Discard punches the call key on the elevator and gets in when it
arrives. "Get ready to bullshit, Andrew," she says a little grimly.
Andrew Fisher:
*nods* Will do.
Ita McNairee:
right.. *she narrows her eyes at the computers, not
entirely sure how to make it go*
Singha:
Jer
finds the room as described, and sees the various caged humans, Glabros and
Hispos, who whmper and witdraw to the recesses of the cages. Discard and Andrew
enter the elevator. ((roll WP you two in the elevator))
Andrew Fisher:
6,7,8,2,5,5,
Discard:
Discard hits the button for the ground floor with a gloved finger
and steps back, shoving her hands in her pockets.
Singha:
((And
Jer roll GN, Ita, WP))
Discard:
5,3,5,3,9,4,
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He takes a seat in front of one of them,
and gets to work doing whatever he needs to do to get access.
Jeremy "Dream"
Thomas:
1,5,3,2,4,
Ita McNairee:
5,2,1,5,5,7,5,
Ita
McNairee:
(oh we're winners
we are)
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
((*Whimpers*))
Singha:
This
time around Andrew doesn't see the button for the floor they're on, just for
the rest of the floors. Discard, however, ~does~ see the button for that floor.
Weird.
Singha:
Both
Jer and Ita find exactly what they need on the computers.
Singha:
((and
since I have to ST this other combat scene atm, I will let Jer and Ita know
individually waht they find when they access the comps))
Discard:
Discard again stares at the panel, not sure exactly why her body
is executing selective perception. She lets it go, though, and waits to be
deposited upstairs.
Ita McNairee:
Och.. *she singsongs, cocking her head*
Andrew Fisher:
*stands ready at the door*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
((Gotcha.)) Once he's got what he needs, he
looks at Ita and nods. "We good to go, now?"
Singha:
The
elevator opens, and the guard there smiles at them. "That was quick."
Andrew Fisher:
We were just lab techs. The others are finishing up the
paperwork. *shrugs and grins*
Ita McNairee:
*a nod as she tightens her ponytail* aye.. ah reckon sae.
Discard:
Discard folds her arms and looks like a put out lab tech.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He nods. "Beautiful. Come on." He
gets up and, ignoring the prisoners, he heads back to the door and past that,
the elevator.
Singha:
The
guard snickers. "I'll bet." Seeming to imply something else entirely
happens with those who 'work late'. But he doesn't do anything to stop them.
Singha:
And
barring any horrendous faux pas, you all get out of the lab quite handily.
Ita McNairee:
*ita frowns up at her hair. stay. and she traipses after
Jer, trundling along*
Andrew Fisher:
*grins and nods, heading up the hall to the exit*
Discard:
Discard follows, being sure not to make any horrendous faux pas.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
Outside the lab, he heads for the car,
seemingly much more relaxed then he was when he started the mission.
Andrew Fisher:
*slips into the backseat where he was and looks out the
window with those calm brown eyes*
Singha:
The
guard at the gate has them sign out, and they're home free with their stolen
booty.
Discard:
Discard, noting that Jeremy and Ita have made it out successfully,
waits shotgun for them.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas:
He buckles in, starts the car, and drives
up to the security gate, smiles to the guard as they get let out, then heads
back toward the city.
Ita McNairee:
*head on out and slips into the car*
Discard:
Super-sweet!
Singha:
((and
if you have any questions, ping me I'm gonna drop this window to concentrate on
the other scene))
Andrew Fisher:
*decides at the last moment not to scream out "You
fucking wyrm lovers suck" and makes it out okay*
Andrew Fisher:
((Cya....thanks for the scene))
Singha:
((oh,
one question tho....what names did everybody use to sign in with?))
Jeremy "Dream"
Thomas: ((You rock, Singh.
Thanks!!)) He drives along, lighting a cigarette as he drives. "Well, that
went very, VERY well..."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Steven Allee))
Discard: (( Denise Richards. ))
Discard: "You guys got what you needed?" Discard asks, no small
amount of concern in her voice.
Andrew Fisher: ((Brandon Masters))
Ita McNairee: (Amelia Lovejoy)
Andrew Fisher: *says nothing, staring out the window instead*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He nods. "Yeah, we're good."
Rolling the window down, blowing the smoke out of it. "Right, Ita?"
Ita McNairee: *nods, * aye loves.. peaches
Discard: Discard sighs. "That did go better than I expected, I
guess."
Singha: ((Cool,
thanks, all.))
Andrew Fisher: ((Thanks Singha))
Ita McNairee: Aye, nae wans dead ah reckon.. *she grins at them* worked
oot lovie.
Discard: (( Thanks, Singha! ))
Ita McNairee:
(bye singha)
Discard:
She pauses, looking out the window.
"It was hard leaving those victims there."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He nods, taking a drag and relaxing into
his seat as he drives. "It worked out perfectly. Good job, guys."
Andrew Fisher: *nods at the compliment* At least it's over.
Discard: "thanks."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He doesn't respond to Discard or Andrew,
just staring ahead, smiling a little as he drives south.
Ita McNairee: *ita rips the ponytail holder off of her. Freeeedooom*
Discard: Discard frowns and looks at Dream for a moment, then returns her
gaze straight ahead.
Ita McNairee: ((dudes i have Got to go. i've been tossin my cookies here.
any chance of dropping the pikey off at home.. blame sunrise or something??))
Discard: (( Oh dear. Feel better chumble... *pet* ))
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((*Hugs the chumble* Go ahead, hon. Ita
gets dropped off.))
Ita McNairee: ((i'll be peachy. thanks guys.. uuug *slinks off to take
some gravol and die*))
Andrew Fisher: ((*snugs a chumble* Sleep well hun))
Andrew Fisher: *stretches that long frame out in the back seat as best he
can*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: Once in the city, he drops Ita where
requested, then looks to Discard and Andrew. "Where do you guys need me to
take you?"
Andrew Fisher: Anywhere near Central is fine with me.
Discard:
"I'll go wherever Andrew gets dropped off."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He nods, and steers the car toward Midtown,
sighing a little as he drives.
Discard: Discard is quiet as they drive, looking out the window for much of
the time.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He slows as he drives by the Park, pulling
into an open spot by the curb. "I've got some things to do...I'll call you
guys later. I need all the stuff we got."
Discard: "It's all in your backpack," Discard says, tapping the
bag in the well of the passenger's seat. "I'll just leave that here."
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He nods. "Good deal."
Discard: Discard lets herself out of the car. "Thanks for helping us
get through this, Dream," she says, smiling a little.
Andrew Fisher: *hops out* Good workin with ya Dream. Take care.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He returns the smile to Discard. "Of
course, Discard. That's what I'm here for." He nods to her.
Discard: With that, the odd-looking rasta scientist shuts the door.
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He nods to Andrew, as well. "You too.
We should do it more often." It's almost as if there's something more
meaningful behind it. Once they're away from the car, he pulls out, heading
off.
Discard: She watches the car go, her arms folded.
Andrew Fisher: *watches the car leave quietly*
Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: And away he goes. ((Thanks for the scene,
guys!))
Discard: (( you too! ))
Andrew Fisher: ((Cya!))
Discard:
(( I guess that's scene, then... ))