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Post by sithofmacabre on Dec 31, 2006 0:07:07 GMT -5
Silenti watches the Scarecrow as the group follows, often moving the visible muscles of her face by stretching her jaw out of habit.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 31, 2006 15:20:55 GMT -5
OOG: Again, the Scarecrow is ONLY for Jose, none of the rest of you see him.
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Post by Zealot on Jan 1, 2007 21:16:04 GMT -5
"they're repulsed when they see me, but then they love me when i heal 'em. what a world."
I keep moving up towards the briefing room. Are the others walking the same path as I. Do I see anyone walking in the same direction as I am (to rephrase).
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 2, 2007 2:20:18 GMT -5
(Life sucks and I want a refund!! And I could have sworn you said group--I guess he has his own group.)
...So minus the looking at Scarecrowness. She just moves her jaw as she walks to her destination.
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Post by Vincent Hack on Jan 2, 2007 20:49:51 GMT -5
No problem. You also have a slip of paper, check it out? yes, yes i will |
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Post by DUNCE on Jan 4, 2007 14:16:53 GMT -5
when i reach the room, i'll take a seat, if there aren't any i'll stand, listening attentivley
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 10, 2007 17:10:38 GMT -5
Yes, Hrvoje, you now see Silenti, Jose, and Rholley. Rholley finds the room locked, standard practice of course. Biological clocks will open the door when the briefing begins. An attractive woman with some minor biological modifications strides calmly up to the group and yawns. "This better be worth it, I was having a dream where I blew up NEXUS and banged Ralph Bellamy."
The note that is given to Kameron is substantially longer than his comrades', saying (in essence) "Kameron of the House of Banis, your presence is respectfully requested twenty minutes from the time of this receipt. Godspeed." Nonetheless, it is an order, however politely phrased.
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Post by DUNCE on Jan 11, 2007 18:32:25 GMT -5
"sounds like a fun dream" Rholley says glancing at her then leaning against a wall
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 12, 2007 18:10:38 GMT -5
The woman seems to ignore him, tapping her foot rapidly and walking back and forth quickly. She smokes a cigarette all too quickly, lighting it by snapping her fingers, seeing José smoking as well and nodding to him.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 12, 2007 22:35:31 GMT -5
Silenti ignores the woman, her lidless eyes remaining upon the door, her visible teeth gritting together.
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Post by Vincent Hack on Jan 13, 2007 16:51:30 GMT -5
does it say where my presence is requested
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Post by Zealot on Jan 14, 2007 15:57:29 GMT -5
Hrvoje asks when the doors are supposed to open, and if there is some free time will consider wandering a bit.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 16, 2007 0:54:27 GMT -5
Kameron: Briefing Room Alpha.
Silenti and Hrvoje: The door opens. It is exceedingly dark inside, with a few glowing chairs highlighted.
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Post by Zealot on Jan 16, 2007 12:23:46 GMT -5
I ask if Silenti would care to join me in sitting down in those chairs, and then proceeding with or without her.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 16, 2007 14:54:10 GMT -5
The woman hurls herself over the seat from behind and settles up in it, though experiencing a bit of discomfort from a rough landing.
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Post by doomkitty on Jan 17, 2007 4:47:32 GMT -5
Jose will nod at the lady, and keep enjoying the smoke
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 17, 2007 20:57:12 GMT -5
The one giving the briefing is an austere Roughneck, currently clad in semi-armored fatigues. His hair is in white wingtips. "Welcome, all of you. I hope you are all rested."
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Post by DUNCE on Jan 17, 2007 23:31:18 GMT -5
Rholley will calmly sit in a seat and pay some attention to his surroundings, but really, quite apathetic about everything this soon after waking up
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Post by doomkitty on Jan 22, 2007 6:33:05 GMT -5
finsh my somke and take a seat and lean back
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Post by sithofmacabre on Jan 22, 2007 20:53:26 GMT -5
Silenti only nods slightly, not complaining.
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Post by Zealot on Jan 23, 2007 21:05:20 GMT -5
Hrvoje wonders if "well rested" implies something difficult to come but manages to only slightly smile at the Roughneck.
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Post by Vincent Hack on Jan 24, 2007 18:35:07 GMT -5
Kameron heads to briefing room alpha, hastily
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 3, 2007 1:35:35 GMT -5
The Roughneck nods, tapping a powerful bio-energy pistol nervously. "To business, then." An ancient projector, still usable because of its plastic parts and metal objects too small to trigger the nano-virus' touch receptors, propels electrons onto a white tarpaulin screen. "Your task is a rare one indeed: A rescue mission." A palled hush seems to settle over the room. The Machine doesn't take captives. So only one of three alternatives are remotely likely: One, rescue from bandits or a rival War Camp; two, retrieval from a war zone of a MIA soldier whose survival is dubious and whose chances dwindle with every second lost; or three, rescue from a rare Machine interrogation, which means NEXUS itself must be involved.
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Post by DUNCE on Feb 3, 2007 1:42:05 GMT -5
i think we aught to go after the rare machine interrogation... we'll probably find more information that way
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 3, 2007 2:05:47 GMT -5
OOG: It's not really your choice. I'm listing the alternatives that are occuring in your guys' heads, not what the mission will actually be.
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Post by doomkitty on Feb 3, 2007 13:19:17 GMT -5
" Hijo de la gran puta this is going to suck"
light up another smoke
" so who is the El idiota we gotta save?"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 3, 2007 13:40:17 GMT -5
The Roughneck turns to José, seeming to quietly in his muscular frame contain anger. "That idiot is a good friend of mine who saved thirty men single-handedly. No one saw him fall, so there is every reason to expect he is still alive in enemy territory."
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Post by DUNCE on Feb 3, 2007 13:48:21 GMT -5
Rholly will sit upright in his char and then lean forward saying, "when you say enemy territory, where is it? and who is the enemy?" he then leans back in his seat, waiting for the answer
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 3, 2007 13:56:37 GMT -5
A slide comes up of a large area. It is not quite satellite-quality photography, as the Machine controls almost all the satellites and has dominance in space. However, it is mostly top-down aerial, and has some color, as opposed to satellite imagery. To the northeast of the video is a large facility with no lighting. Tree cover intersperses the area as one moves down and to the left. A canyon with a creek running through it runs from southwest to northeast in the bottom right corner. "We call this The Three Bands. The trees, the destroyed factory and the creek each are narrow areas that reduce The Machine's manueverability. The best way to fight is to move from one of the bands to another, or plan ambushes with one group in one and another group as bait in another, and cut the NEXUS forces down. Problem is that they're getting better at using those creepy damn 'Borgs to beat us at our own game. The enemy is the Machine alone: No bandit will dare be in the area, and no War Camp fighting goes on here. Any questions so far?"
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Post by DUNCE on Feb 3, 2007 14:02:15 GMT -5
Rholly stands up, raises his arms and stretches, then looks right at the officer, "When do we leave?"
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