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[Zako]

Bishop took a look around the room, leaning away slightly from the mess in the corner, and decided there was nothing else to do here and left to the elevator room.

"OK, I'm done here. Unless you guys want to do anything else here, I say we move down to the next level."

Bishop looked over the sorry sight of Jim curled up and shut down.

"What do we do about Jim?"

[Remalle]

"Bishop, I say we poke him with sticks.  I mean, leave him here.  I don't think he'll need a guard, but just in case, let's put some corpses on top of him as cover.  Anyway, who's going first now that our designated pointman is out?  Feyri?"
Poke Jim with a stick.  Cover Jim in corpses.  Also try again to nick his stuff.

[SeriousConcentrate]

(Since you didn't get a roll last time - probably indicating PW wasn't allowing that - and I'm not holding anything of use for either the mission or for selling, continuing attempts to loot me strikes me as somewhat petty. So I'll respond in kind. )

Jim fired off a random burst of pyrokinetic energy in the off-chance that somebody was near him that needed to be fried alive. Preferably enough fire to kill everyone within five to ten feet.

(Thank you kindly.)

[Remalle]

(Sorry if it seems petty, but your cleaver isn't doing you much good and I still don't have a weapon.
By the way, do I still have my Scout Eye?)

[SeriousConcentrate]

(What happened to that knife you picked up?)

[Remalle]

((reads up) ...Oh yeah, forgot about that.  Ok, I guess I have a knife.  Excellent.  I'll stop trying to loot your body for now.)

[SeriousConcentrate]

(Redacted my action.)

[Yoink]

>Holding the data chip in one hand, read the page I found it on. Don't let the others see it just yet.
'Oh man, I might've actually found something useful! What joy. Then again, it's probably someone's personal log... Why would they hide government secrets in here?'
These thoughts flashed through Charro's head as his eyes flicked down the page, sparing only a brief glance for poor Jim.

>Follow the others whilst reading. Hm, wariness? Pssh.

((Now I have to try and find my copy of Poe's works. Could be easier said than done...))

[Tiruin]

Retcon in following Bishop!

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"That is a lot of porn for a science lab." Feyri said, turning around and going back to the Elevator, tapping Bishop's shoulder after catching up. "Think we're ready for the next level below? I'll handle Jim."

Disarm Jim, carry him around with my free arm holding my Sabre.

"Everyone, something just feels off about all this. We've heard something moving earlier, but when the lights came back on nothing appeared. Bishop, you said something about a water puddle? Care to share what you've found?

Also, the only one capable of seeing in other visions is Jim, if there are any hostiles. Anyone know how to...activate him?"

She tried to contact Steve, but refrained for the lack of usable information.

[Zako]

"I should be able to reactivate Jim, or we could just ask the computer to do it for us. As for what I found, well it basically sums up as this..."

Sum up everything I know about my findings to the group. Point out that it was Jim that saw said movement before.

[piecewise]

"Bishop, I say we poke him with sticks.  I mean, leave him here.  I don't think he'll need a guard, but just in case, let's put some corpses on top of him as cover.  Anyway, who's going first now that our designated pointman is out?  Feyri?"
Poke Jim with a stick.  Cover Jim in corpses.  Also try again to nick his stuff.

You drag the corpse in the military overseer's corpse and the project lead's corpse over to jim and kind of flop them on top of him. That accomplishes a whole lot.

>Holding the data chip in one hand, read the page I found it on. Don't let the others see it just yet.
'Oh man, I might've actually found something useful! What joy. Then again, it's probably someone's personal log... Why would they hide government secrets in here?'
These thoughts flashed through Charro's head as his eyes flicked down the page, sparing only a brief glance for poor Jim.

>Follow the others whilst reading. Hm, wariness? Pssh.

((Now I have to try and find my copy of Poe's works. Could be easier said than done...))

Nil sapientiae odiosius acumine nimio.   - Seneca.

At Paris, just after dark one gusty evening in the autumn of 18--, I was enjoying the twofold luxury of meditation and a meerschaum, in company with my friend C. Auguste Dupin, in his little back library, or book-closet, au troisieme, No. 33, Rue Dunot, Faubourg St. Germain. For one hour at least we had maintained a profound silence; while each, to any casual observer, might have seemed intently and exclusively occupied with the curling eddies of smoke that oppressed the atmosphere of the chamber. For myself, however, I was mentally discussing certain topics which had formed matter for conversation between us at an earlier period of the evening; I mean the affair of the Rue Morgue, and the mystery attending the murder of Marie Roget. I looked upon it, therefore, as something of a coincidence, when the door of our apartment was thrown open and admitted our old acquaintance, Monsieur G--, the Prefect of the Parisian police.

We gave him a hearty welcome; for there was nearly half as much of the entertaining as of the contemptible about the man, and we had not seen him for several years. We had been sitting in the dark, and Dupin now arose for the purpose of lighting a lamp, but sat down again, without doing so, upon G.'s saying that he had called to consult us, or rather to ask the opinion of my friend, about some official business which had occasioned a great deal of trouble.

"If it is any point requiring reflection," observed Dupin, as he forbore to enkindle the wick, "we shall examine it to better purpose in the dark."

"That is another of your odd notions," said the Prefect, who had a fashion of calling every thing "odd" that was beyond his comprehension, and thus lived amid an absolute legion of "oddities."

"Very true," said Dupin, as he supplied his visitor with a pipe, and rolled towards him a comfortable chair.

"And what is the difficulty now?" I asked. "Nothing more in the assassination way, I hope?"

"Oh no; nothing of that nature. The fact is, the business is very simple indeed, and I make no doubt that we can manage it sufficiently well ourselves; but then I thought Dupin would like to hear the details of it, because it is so excessively odd."

"Simple and odd," said Dupin.

You walk after the group and follow them into the scientist barracks.

You follow bishop and find Jim sitting in the elevator room, partially covered in corpses. Disgusted, you shove the corpses off and attempt to pry away the things he has in his hands. The clever is gripped with all the strength of the metal that makes up his hands and the datapad is going to break before jim's grip does.

You attempt to lift Jim under one arm, and then you realize he weighs 300 pounds and you're not superman.

"I should be able to reactivate Jim, or we could just ask the computer to do it for us. As for what I found, well it basically sums up as this..."

Sum up everything I know about my findings to the group. Point out that it was Jim that saw said movement before.

Retcon in following Bishop!

. . .

. . .

. . .

"That is a lot of porn for a science lab." Feyri said, turning around and going back to the Elevator, tapping Bishop's shoulder after catching up. "Think we're ready for the next level below? I'll handle Jim."

Disarm Jim, carry him around with my free arm holding my Sabre.

"Everyone, something just feels off about all this. We've heard something moving earlier, but when the lights came back on nothing appeared. Bishop, you said something about a water puddle? Care to share what you've found?

Also, the only one capable of seeing in other visions is Jim, if there are any hostiles. Anyone know how to...activate him?"

She tried to contact Steve, but refrained for the lack of usable information.

"Well, seems like they were trying to probe something called "The puddle" and that they found some sort of weird pseudo-life inside. As per what the hell the puddle is and what that pseudo-life is, I don't have a clue."

[satan]

Name: Sakura-chan Uchiha Cullen
Age:14 years cute ^_^
Gender: male, but prefers to dress like a pretty lady
Appearance: A super sexy human who had cat ears and a tail implanted in his body. Likes wearing tight bikinis.
Personal information: Super Sexy. He has a passion for urinating.
Reason assigned to HMRC: peeing on his boss's desk.
Stats:
3Strength
3Dexterity
3Endurance
5Charisma
3Intelligence
3Willpower

Skills: 5 speech
Profession: mercenary

[Spinal_Taper]

Name: Sakura-chan Uchiha Cullen
Age:14 years cute ^_^
Gender: male, but prefers to dress like a pretty lady
Appearance: A super sexy human who had cat ears and a tail implanted in his body. Likes wearing tight bikinis.
Personal information: Super Sexy.
Reason assigned to HMRC: peeing on his boss's desk
Stats:
3Strength
3Dexterity
3Endurance
5Charisma
3Intelligence
3Willpower

Skills: 5 speech
Profession: mercenary

((THE FUCK?))

[IronyOwl]

((Not sure if serious.))

[TCM]

(( Apparently Elisaz has become a real person and had made a Bay12 forum account.))