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[SomeStupidGuy]

"Eh, I'll just go check it out myself."
He shrugs and goes off to the computer room.

[Twi]

"I did, I did. But I don't have a tank... I've been told Camille might make one, but..."

The computer room appears to be a server/router/internet-type-stuff station. The hardware of those insta-links has been set up there, and...well, servers. And routers. And it's also wired into that network from before.

[Slayerhero90]

"Graaah. Let's get her to make one then."

[SomeStupidGuy]

James looks around a bit and returns to the others.
"Welp, not as interesting as I'd hoped."

[Twi]

Camille finally calms down.

"Yourrr rrrequest forrrr a tank is denied."

"...."

[Slayerhero90]

"Please?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Richard went off to the galley and sat there in thought, alone.

"Hm. I should try to enjoy myself."

[SomeStupidGuy]

"I think we're good on weapons, for the moment. Well, actually, come to think of it..."

[Slayerhero90]

"Or we could play Left 4 Dead 2."

[Twi]

"No tanks."

"..."

Maria sighs. "Argh."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Richard put his face in his hands, deep in thought.

[Slayerhero90]

"Fine. I'll try to eat the walker, then."
Allie stomps outside.

[SomeStupidGuy]

"Uh, Camille, can I have a laser gun? If no, I understand."

[Spinal_Taper]

Adrian heads back atop the walker. However, his glances around seem paranoid, even for him.

[Twi]

Maria wanders over to Richard, being disatisfied with the madness.

"So what's with you?"

-=-

Allie promptly gets the oft-threatened one-hundred-mile-an-hour flying kick, courtesy of a very angry Camille.

"NO. Don't even JOKE about that."

She fails to notice James AGAIN.