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[Remalle]

[Team A Medic - Mesk]

"Sounds good to me.  Uh, Simus should do it."
Mesk stops and thinks for a moment.
"Wait... why don't I go upstairs, make some zombie noises at them, chase them back downstairs, and between the three of us we can corral the group to the APCs?"

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Mmm. I wish I had some rope or something. Simus? What do you think?" Jim asked, looking at the scientist. He was the leader, true, but he at least wanted to hear his whole team out before cracking some skulls. Maybe she would have a better idea for getting them to the APCs.

[Harry Baldman]

Stacy, Team C DJ, Radio Station.

"Well, now that that's done, I suppose I'll just-"

Stacy remembers something.

"Oh yeah, almost forgot."

Place two pieces of garlic on the dead guy's eyes. Then leave.

"Wait, I remember!"

Don't leave yet. Add an addendum to the recorded and repeating message, if possible.

"Attention, citizens! I just remembered that there is a SPECIAL, SPECIAL OFFER for all you TRUE BELIEVERS out there! You see, if all of you just mosey on along to the ENTRANCE OF YOUR RESPECTIVE BLOCKS, you will get a SPECIAL, ONE-TIME-ONLY REWARD of the best seats on the transports taking you out of here! ONE LUCKY, LUCKY PERSON may even receive the FABULOUS GRAND PRIZE! The prize is a high-quality set of cutlery or a special object of your choice delivered straight to your hands from one of the levels above or below, courtesy of your good buddy Stacy Buttle here! Don't dawdle, come and CLAIM YOUR PRIZES! An additional bonus is that if all of you come over, we might not need to look around the block and discover your respective crimes against humanity, if there indeed are any! So come now! There may be great rewards in it for you!"

Stacy was enjoying this far too much, he found.

[SeriousConcentrate]

(...Is it just me, or does Stacy remind anyone else who's seen it of the narrator from Plumbers Don't Wear Ties? XD)

[Parisbre56]

Name:Flint/Drug Pusher - Team C - Housing block C, a burnt room with a child thrashing about

[sarcasm]Oh, yeah, real helpful.[/sarcasm] Well, they should have written that with BIG RED LETTERS! Who sells these things anyway? Who BUYS these things knowing what they do? I promise, If I ge- WHEN I get out of here, I'm going to sue those assholes so hard they'll end up owning nothing but their minds, their drug addicted money-craving evil minds! And that armory master. Not a single word of warning. She's just giving these things away like they're condoms! I'm going to have a word with her once I get back. Oh, yes, I'm really going to take care of her...

Flint vented his anger by screaming accusations and profanity in his mind for a while longer, until he began to calm down. His eyes fell to the child thrashing about. He couldn't imagine what was going through its head right now. An image of the label of the devil-bottle flashed in his mind again.

Keep out of reach, sight and earshot of children and irresponsible adults.
irresponsible adults
irresponsible

I really am irresponsible, aren't I? First my mother, then my father and my brothers, then my... life choices, then my acting career, then ...her and now this. Why does this keep happening to me? Why do I destroy and corrupt everything I care about? ...Maybe the world is better off without me...

Be depressed. Watch over the child until it becomes either lucid or unconscious.

(...Is it just me, or does Stacy remind anyone else who's seen it of the narrator from Plumbers Don't Wear Ties? XD)

((Stacy is just the kind of crazy I like.))

[Radio Controlled]

'Say, Stacy, did you happen to have gotten a lobotomy before you joined the HMRC? Y'know, just asking.'

[kisame12794]

((Wait, so Xeno's spit is exactly what it says on the bottle? Holy fuck.))

[PyroDesu]

I've got this wire. Might not stop them, and I was planning on using it for something else, but it's worth a shot, just be warned that the kids are either going to run under it or, if I put it at a height to trip the adults, it might end up hitting them in the neck. And I'm fairly good at CQC, and I don't have any issues just knocking them out.

[Harry Baldman]

'Say, Stacy, did you happen to have gotten a lobotomy before you joined the HMRC? Y'know, just asking.'

"Well, last thing I remember is my 50th birthday party. So yes, presumably. Chemical, mechanical or otherwise. I can't remember things worth a damn, plus I'm mostly rather confused about everything. Must say, I'm having an absolute blast so far. You should consider getting a lobotomy as well, Big Spoon. Would do you a world of good!"

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Then let's do it. We'll get up there, find something to block their escape, and then knock every single one of them on their asses if they don't give up. Got it?" Jim looked from Simus to Mesk, nodded, and proceeded upstairs. "Last warning, civilians! If you make me come all the way up there after you, things are going to get violent, and you really don't want that!" Jim yelled as he went up.

[Parisbre56]

((Wait, so Xeno's spit is exactly what it says on the bottle? Holy fuck.))

((The real question is, where does it come from? Is it from this giant star eating monstrosity Stacy saw? Why did the UWM make him forget about what he saw? Is the UWM in league with it, or even controlled by it? Does it infect humans through bottles? Are YOU infected? Wait, is that a second mouth near your fifth eye? OH MY GOD YOU'RE ONE OF THEM, AREN'T YOU? No! Stand back! Get away from meeee!!!))

[PyroDesu]

Simus looks at Jim.

Actually, I think you might be the best thing to block their path, with those arms of yours. Especially since you can respond to them trying to get past you. Something like a wire would just knock them down, really, and they could get past.

[sambojin]

"Uuurrgghh...... Ahhhhhh...... That's better. Heaps better. A little lower....... Mmmmmm, that's nice."

Sambo, in an almost delusional level of pain stands there as Faith cleans up his wound, stops it bleeding and covers it in bandages. There was almost a smile on his face as Faith pumped him full of coagulants with her fangs. He was actually starting to like this. It was almost addictive. Maybe it was possible to enjoy having your arm pulversied? In the HMRC, with Faith as the medic, anything is possible. As the medi-foam did it's wonders and the blood finally stopped gushing from his pulped stump, Sambo came out of his blood-soaked, vaguely erotic reverie.

"Thanks Faith. I swear I won't do it again. The shooting civies part. I could only do the arm thing about one more time before I run out of the damn things anyway."

Patch up suit where I can with gaffer tape and help Faith with whatever she's doing.

"Oh yeah. You were asking about medical training? Well, I've got some bandages, a meat cleaver, some gaffer tape and a bit of basic training from my days in the army. So basically, no. Plus, it's damn hard to fix up an arm with one hand while you're bleeding to death. I'm lucky we've got you instead."

[Caellath]

[Team B Leader=Milno]

"I should have said it before, but you guys can do that back in the ship, unless doing it around the streets is your thing or something." Milno said over comms about the Sambo x Faith affair. "On another note, we are apparently done with herding the civilians here."

Back to the elevator to wait for the rest of the teams.

Spoiler: A-B Teams (click to show/hide)

A
Jim
Simus
Bruce
Mesk
Ashley

B
Milno
Lars
May
Thomas
Kyle

[Toaster]

Brother Lars repeats his question.  "Does anyone know what they call this disease?"

Head to the elevator with Milno.

((Can't recall if Lars heard it or not.))