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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2019 3:43 pm
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2019 3:45 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2019 11:35 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2019 4:38 pm
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2019 4:39 pm
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Marcus headed over to the dead guard, and so Olivia took that as a cue to start getting dressed. Or undressed as it were, while Bradon and Alison joked around a bit. They had been sitting here too long, and the last thing they needed was a repeat of when they were down in the basement all arguing of what to do next. Though Brandon's comment about downloading illegal films caused Liv to snort in amusement. She pulled her shirt off over her head. Based on the issue of cutting the guys handoff, it seemed better for her to be playing dress-up anyway. That wasn't to say she was equally capable of doing something stupid, forgetting about her lack of powers, but it was less likely to kill all of them if she did. "Don't suppose you would have a general idea where medical will be?" Then she started pulling on the guard's shirt. She wasn't particularly fond of the idea of wandering about the ship, but they needed to find one those tactical guards with a helmet. Next, she dropped her pants. If she was concerned about either of the men she didn't show it. There was no time for modesty and being a science experiment had sort of skewed her perspective on it anyway. Luckily the spandex material was designed to fit a lot of body sizes. Gotta love company uniforms she thought as she pulled up the guards black pants and got to work on strapping on the body armour. "We need to find a helmet, and I have no idea where to look. At least a medical room will give us a heading." With luck, they would find what they needed. With luck, the pirates would hold out that long, or win the fight. "Ten minutes to look for this medical room? Worst case Marcus can knock him out with that baton." Even that seemed too long. Things happened quickly in combat and Liv wanted off this boat ASAP. "Any objections." She asked as she put on the last piece of the guards' outfit. The shoes. They fit perfectly. Christ, she hoped they didn't have any objections. Mostly because she just wanted to get moving as soon as she finished putting away the few items she had.
Jan 28th 2013
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2019 5:40 pm
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Brandon Russell
"Yes, well ones of them is, it's the one with red hair. The cool one, Antonio, is the either the plumbers, the TV repair guy, the gardener or one of five other guys, it was a busy day." He shook his head, almost pitying the imaginary kid he had created. Marcus spoke and Brandon feigned shock. "Really? You know people use saws for a reason... Just saying." He was firmly of the belief that using a knife to cut a bone, no matter how fast you were wouldn't be an easy job. He wasn't saying it was impossible and he assumed that Marcus would make it look quick if he had his powers, but there was better ways, it would be like trying to hammer in a screw, it could be done but there are better ways. He largely ignored Liv getting changed, he might have cared once but this wasn't exactly the situation. "It's probably be close by. We're right next to the engine room, where I assume most accidents are likely to happen. I wouldn't want to drag a guy who had just had his leg crushed to the other side of the ship." It just seemed logical. Then again the ship wasn't exactly well sign posted, worker safety probably hadn't been a top priority.
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2019 4:53 pm
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2019 12:59 pm
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Brandon Russell
Brandon followed along behind the gun, he kept watch as they moved but without a weapon and only partially dressed he was beginning to flag. He really wished he had found some shoes before now as his feet were getting cold and it was starting become an issue. "What happened to your gun?" He asked Marcus as they ascended the stairs, he had seen him playing with the baton and it struck him as odd that he would have downgraded from this pistol. They reached the apex of the stairs and Olivia suggested that the spread out. "We'll go this way." He pointed down the corridor and then at Alison, who was the closest. "If you find the medical office, give me a shout." He was looking for socks, his quest trumped escape and the collars at that moment in time for two reason, he had no powers to get back and his foot temperature was beginning to hurt. He walked along with his temporary partner, taking care to check corners before turning them. "What's that film where they all have to escape from an overturned ship? It's an old one. I think it's a cruise ship." It was probably a risk, but one he was willing to run to break the silence. He opened a door, with a fancy golden plaque on the outside, and poked his head inside, a large writing desk separated it from any room they had seen prior. "In here. I think this might be our dear captain's cabin." He gestured towards the desk as he floated towards the chest of drawers near the bed.
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Oct 20, 2019 7:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 20, 2019 7:42 pm
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2019 1:14 pm
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Brandon Russell
He shook his head, he had been thinking about the film he had brought up for way too long at this point. "Nah, that's not it. It'll come to me." He had found a shirt and was putting it on. It felt nice to actually cover his freezing arms, now if he could find some shoes and not have to worry about giving himself tetanus by putting his foot through the floor then he might be somewhere close to being happy. He glanced over at the plaque and in idea occurred to him, he was not above being petty and if something happened he wanted to make sure they ruined the captains stuff. "Probably loves the plaque, lets ruin it." He pulled out a jumper and slid it on over the shirt, then put on two pairs of socks. "See, I told you." If there was no shoes then he would improvise. "It's the captains room, a GPS phone thing would be nice. Or some sort of clue who he works for, or grenades?" He was pushing it with that last one. "Honestly I want to trash the room and set it on fire?" He walked over to the desk and tried the top drawer, locked, he tried the next one, it slid open but contained nothing but papers. He yanked it out the desk, splintering the wood as he pried it out of it's slot. He looked up, pleased by his act of destruction. "Have you still got that knife? There must be something in here otherwise why lock it?" He pointed at the bookshelves. "Better chuck them on the floor, there might be a secret... something." He grinned and then continued pulling the other drawers off their hinges more out of spite, the second one he had pulled out had contained a locked box which he had placed on the desk, the keys were probably on the captains person and if this was anything like films, it contained his heart. "Find anything?" He was holding the final unlocked drawer that he had wrenched out of the desk. He was feeling considerably better about the whole situation now and didn't care that he had probably just made more noise than the pirates with AK's on deck. There was just the one locked drawer left in tact.
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