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Voting closed: April 07, 2013, 10:34:35 am

[Tavik Toth]

Jack waves to everyone then goes to talk to Jim.

"You must be Jim. I'm Jack Hansan."

[Lenglon]

((Tir, Feyri is in the briefing room, and PW was poking fun.))

[SeriousConcentrate]

Jim nods. "Hey, Jack. What's up?"

[Tavik Toth]

"Good. Got a APC. Also got cut in half by Ivan during the fight awhile ago. You?"

[Yoink]

"Oh. Well." Jobasio blinked, considering that for a moment.
"Good enough for me, I suppose. I wouldn't mind a bit more of a road-map as to what happens after the tyrants have fallen, been set on fire and thoroughly jumped up-and-down upon, but right now the Acquiring of Stuff seems like the most pressing issue." That's that he said, babbling on as usual like some sort of caffeine-addict going through withdrawals.

He was thinking something more along the lines of, 'Oooh. I wonder how I can profit from this whole situation.'
He also felt mildly shamefaced at even considering replacing poor Whig. He resolved to make it up to her somehow.

"Hmm. Say, would you happen to have anything on the menu for Whig here?" He asked, lifting his blue-painted gauss rifle towards the counter. "Specifically, modifications and suchlike. Those sorts of things are like new shoes and pretty clothes in rifle-terms, from what she's told me. Yes. She requires them."

>Become less and less lucid as Yoink falls asleep Jobasio's mania takes hold.

>Request mods to make Whig more shootier. Throw tokens at Armoury counter until goal is achieved.

>Do all that stuff and then go and shave and then take a shower and then put on my Sunday best and then stroll about the ship arm-in-arm with my dear rifle and make sure to be at that briefing room thingy before the mean man gets mad and does mean things to me

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Well enough, I suppose. Upgraded to a synthbody from a robot one recently, as you can see, but I haven't really had a chance to try it out in a real mission yet.  Mainly just trying to figure out this whole 'leader' thing."

[Tavik Toth]

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it eventually. I can tell."

((Also listening to frank sinatra music right now.))

[Lenglon]

slow down as I approach the room and gain line of sight on the people inside, stop just slightly inside the doorway. look around the room, then move to an isolated corner and lean against the wall there. hands clasped tightly in front of me, and looking down and too my left.
wait for briefing

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Thanks. I appreciate the support." Jim nodded. It was nice to be believed in.

[Tavik Toth]

"I guess this is the second time I've worked for a group that has rebelled against a Earth/whatever government. First time I didn't know until recently."

[Harry Baldman]

"Hey, would somebody like a black pill? It should do something unusual to you, possibly enhance you beyond any mortal imagination, that sort of thing. Anybody want to volunteer? If not, I'll take it myself. Just warning you all in case of trouble, guys!"

Hand pill machine to Grate already, then see if anybody volunteers. If nobody does, take the pill myself. Hold onto it. I've got a feeling. Hand the pill to Xan if he has any apparent ability to consume it, otherwise hold onto said pill for now.

[Toaster]

"Jim surely has the will of the divine backing him.  Why, I saw him fling a roomful of furniture at our enemies with nary but a thought!  Surely the power of the gods fills him."

[Patrick Hunt]

(( Darn I want that pill, but I'm in a goo bath. ))

[Caellath]

Milno leisurely waits, armored and prepared for combat, an arm crossed behind his head and another resting over the gauss weapon which had been apparently added to the armory list a while back. Sharpened prosthetic fingers touch the bronze-colored surface of his regal-looking honey badger helmet and he smiles wide, thinking back to the time he was in that wheelchair and wound up pleasantly surprised to discover his original design had been expanded upon. How much time had passed since then? Days, months? He's unable to tell, but in the end it doesn't matter.

"Hey, Jim. Forgot to ask you how you've been doing. How's your relationship with Feyri?" he asks nonchalantly, taking a glance at the four-armed synth-flesh giant.

((@Harry: Xan had volunteered, IIRC.))

[Harry Baldman]

((@Harry: Xan had volunteered, IIRC.))

((He's got a full robot body. Not sure how it would metabolize or even work.))