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[CABL]

Team Paranoia

"Understood!" Exclaimed Hans to Graham while raising his Browning.

The Following: Electric Boogaloo

Spoiler: Hans Bauer (click to show/hide)

Name: Hans Bauer

Current weapon held: BAR
Magazine: 20/20
Skill with the currently held weapon: +3
Magazines for the current weapon left: 2

Description: When Ermächtigungsgesetz, or The Enabling Act was passed in Weimar Republic on 24 March of '33, Hans fled from Germany to Great Britain, knowing deep inside of himself what Hitler's rule will lead to. The Invasion of Poland on September 1 of '39 made him realize that it is time to take the weapon in his hands and fight against the Nazi threat. Hans was eventually brought into 888th Brigade for his skills with machine guns and the knowledge of German language.

Physical:0
Mental: 0
Life: 0

Stats:
Dexterity: +2
Speed: +1
Strength: +1
Knowledge: +1

Skills:
Machine Gun: +3
Pistol: +2
Language: +2
Interrogation: +1
Explosives: +1
Hand-to-hand: +1

Inventory:

Browning Auto Rifle (20 shot, risk 3, +1 risk for every 3 shots fired in a burst)
2 BAR magazines
M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
2 pistol magazines

1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass

[syvarris]

Simon over-dramatically groans, and lays his face on the table between his arms.  "Urgh, I swear, if we had played poker instead of damn Rummy, I'd have won.  Definitely!  Gah.  Mind sharing some of that, Eddy buddy?"

Whine, and drink heavily.  Shout increasingly drunken advice at those who are still in the game.

Actually, no, Alice is giving Simon three of her cigs, so he's gonna stay in the game and win it ALL back!  He'll still drink heavily too, if Ed shares, but now his drunken shouts will be taunts and boasts rather than advice.

Spoiler: Simon Smith, Still Pretty Lucky Sniper (click to show/hide)

Name: Simon Smith
Description: A short and somewhat stocky man with a thick beard.  His looks are deceptive, as he's actually quite agile.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +1
Stats:
Strength: +1
Dexterity:+2
Sense:+2
Skills:
Sniper Rifle:+3
Camouflage:+3
Melee:+2
First Aid:+1
Traps:+1
Demolitions:+1
Class Inventory:

• First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
• Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
• Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
• A bunch of useful bits and bobs
  
•   ((Lost all his cigs gambling))
• Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5] (5 shot, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close)
• 2/2 Springfield "magazines"
• Binoculars
• Spare Scope (Mounted on Gewehr)
• 2/2 Smoke grenades
• A "mag" of incendiary rounds for the Springfield (loaded in spare Springfield)

Looted Inventory:

• Helmet (+1 Life bonus, Single Use)
• MG 15 [37/75] (Given to Doc Daneeka)
• Scoped Gewehr 43 [10/10] (Risk 3)
• Two Gewehr Magazines
• Mauser C96 [10/10]
• Two mysterious angular Nazi rifles (One given to Ed) (both confiscated by the brass)
• A spare Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5] (Loaded with incendiaries)
• Three spare Springfield "magazines"
• Knife (risk 2)
• A collection of "Chains, rope, small knives, and other things" looted from a Nazi supply depot.

GLORY: 140!

[piecewise]

((I guess this is another good time to go Oops! Because the last ship I recall we met General Bones on was an aircraft carrier--and it was named the same thing. Now to know this is a Destroyer. At least we have very good...err, what do you call those...landing craft, I hope?

Also to whomever in the team who saw the dead body making the thunk, ask who he was and what the crew on top were doing at the time of what occurred.))

Team...Tala

"So, what's the plan now? I'm thinking that decoding this might be a big clue, and there might be a recorder in the radio room at the rear decks. But that's only if there's nothing else we should be doing."

"Is this normal for other militaries to not have other people than...us, on a whole deck of a ship? Someone head back to Mess Hall and tell the others where we're headed. New plan to go to the rear decks; if there's any place the General may be, its in a solution to this."


Everyone with me, to the rear decks!
Bob/Strider03 leads the way

Spoiler: My Sheet (click to show/hide)

Glory: 0
Weapon: Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5]; [5/15 ammunition total]
Current Weapon Skill: +3 [+0 if used in Melee/+0 in HtH]

Name: Tala Agata
Description: Tala was enlisted alongside her kin, for their renown in sharpshooting and rugged terrain survival. Being the one who had taught Joan how to shoot, she was only a year her senior before they had been separated in different brigades. She was recently transferred to the 888th after the Normandy landings.
Physical: -
Mental: -
Life: - {+Helmet}
Stats:
Speed: +1
Dexterity: +1
Will: +1
Knowledge: +1
Senses: +1

Skills:
+3 Sniper rifle
+2 First Aid
+2 Medical Training
+1 Camouflage
+1 Pistol
+1 Languages

Inventory:

Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 (5 shot, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close)
2 springfield magazines
Binoculars

*Medic Bag
*Helmet {+1 Life}

Probably a lot of tinfoil

1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass

Ti, I never gave until recently. I don't remember if I said it was an aircraft carrier either, because you guys took off from an inland hanger for the last mission.

[Doomblade187]

Proposed Team Name: Frost

Inspect the man with my binoculars. Radio any interesting info about him to the team. If radio down, just talk to the crew on deck. Then go check the engine room.

Spoiler: Denver Gaunt (click to show/hide)

Name: Denver Gaunt
Description: Denver Gaunt is an average man of average build from New York. His family ran a small bakery, but Denver was disenchanted with the working class life and took up boxing. After joining up into the army, he discovered a newfound love of war and was quite overeager, eventually being transferred into the 888th for insubordination after several men were killed due to his rashness.

Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: 0
Stats:
    Speed +1
    Dexterity +1
    Will +1
    Senses +2
Skills:
    Melee +3
    First Aid +2
    Camouflage +2
    Traps +1
    SMG +1
    Operator +1
Inventory:
    SCR 300 Radio Transceiver and Handset
    Thompson SMG (25/25, Risk 2+1 for every five rounds in
    burst )
    Spare Magazine [25/25]
    Binoculars
    Flares (Red, Green, Black, Blue, and Yellow smoke)
    Flare Gun
    Universal Kit

Will add detailed list later.

[Tavik Toth]

"So, what's down there?"

Follow Denver to the Engine Room once he is done reporting.

[dustywayfarer]

I'm Not Sure About That One Guy^© feels like the battle of Antietam (ahem, Sharpsburg) is winding down in his stomach. Gaining temporary control of his gastric juices,

Charlie tries again to understand the impossibility of the storm-proof dome and looks around for more sections scorched similarly to the hand print. If Denver leaves, follow him with one eye out for more charred, gutted, and blackened stuff.

[Doomblade187]

Denver pulled out his binoculars as he talked, his voice more of a normal volume level now. "Some dead guy with his guts frozen to the hull. Looks like he ran into the ship. Going to take a closer look."

[Tiruin]

Ti, I never gave until recently. I don't remember if I said it was an aircraft carrier either, because you guys took off from an inland hanger for the last mission.

Sorry, my mistake. I have no idea how, before, searching up Bone's background had me mix up 'aircraft carrier' (or, our first ship we were based on) with a wholly different, and our current, ship. Probably because those both held us and the General
Thanks Piece :3

Denver pulled out his binoculars as he talked, his voice more of a normal volume level now. "Some dead guy with his guts frozen to the hull. Looks like he ran into the ship. Going to take a closer look."

((I'm wondering if it was something he held or such that caused some weird...err, draft to push him overboard, and then swing quickly over the edge to splat on the side At least, that's what I picture, with the blood splatter being generally downwards))
"On second thought, I'll head back to the Mess Hall. The rest of you, follow up on the rear deck."

Action revised in post with my sheet. Tala will be heading back to inform everyone that people are going to the rear deck. If that doesn't cost an action, head there too, after telling folks in the Mess Hall.

[Egan_BW]

"Hey Simon, I'll give you a few of mine if you'll stay in the game. I don't smoke, anyway."

Give Simon three cigarettes, keep playing.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Alice Gwerhierhwaer
Description: Short blue dyed hair, shiny orange eyes. Tallish, and not thin. Hairy.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +0

Stats:
Speed 1
Dexterity 2
Will 1
Knowledge 1
Senses 1

Skills:
Plane 3
Operator 2
Mechanic 2
Melee 1
Pistol 1
First Aid 1

GLORY: 35

Inventory:
Fancy Hat
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
Mechanic’s tools
Flare Gun (For signalling planes for rescue. 1 shot, risk 2)
Knife (Risk 2)

M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
2 pistol magazines
Joan's Radio
Some bullshit pamphlet thing

[syvarris]

Simon perks up, instantly returning to his usual chipper tone "Wait, really Alice?  Sweet, you're the best damn pilot ever!  Still want some'a that booze though, Eddy.  Maybe a bit more courage is what I need to win!"

[Questorhank]

Is it possible to join now, as everyone's technically at base? I doubt it, but it can't hurt to ask.

Spoiler: Character (click to show/hide)

Name: Hank Carter
Description: He's a tall guy with a medic's outfit, other than that, he's a generic human. Soon after enlisting, he was transferred to the 888th for reasons unknown to him. He decided to chalk it up to being an outstanding medic.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +0
Stats: Speed+1, Dexterity+2, Knowledge+2
Skills:+1(Melee, Rifle, Language) +2(Pistol, First Aid) +3(Medical Training)

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

Universal Kit
 +First Aid Pouch
 +Entrenching Tool
 +Ration
 +Clicker
 +L Type Flashlight
 +Sewing Kit
 +Mirror
 +Razor
 +Bar of Soap
 +Toothpaste & Toothbrush
 +TP
 +Cigarette Pack
   (9 cigarettes)
 +Lighter
 +Mess Kit
 +Knit Cap
 +Notepad & Pen
 +Haversack
 +Gunbelt With Magazine Pouches
 +Canteen & Cup
 +Compass
Medic Equipment
 +Medic Bag
 +M1911 (risk 2)
   (9 shots)
 +Pistol Magazine x2

[piecewise]

Is it possible to join now, as everyone's technically at base? I doubt it, but it can't hurt to ask.

Spoiler: Character (click to show/hide)

Name: Hank Carter
Description: He's a tall guy with a medic's outfit, other than that, he's a generic human. Soon after enlisting, he was transferred to the 888th for reasons unknown to him. He decided to chalk it up to being an outstanding medic.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +0
Stats: Speed+1, Dexterity+2, Knowledge+2
Skills:+1(Melee, Rifle, Language) +2(Pistol, First Aid) +3(Medical Training)

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

Universal Kit
 +First Aid Pouch
 +Entrenching Tool
 +Ration
 +Clicker
 +L Type Flashlight
 +Sewing Kit
 +Mirror
 +Razor
 +Bar of Soap
 +Toothpaste & Toothbrush
 +TP
 +Cigarette Pack
   (9 cigarettes)
 +Lighter
 +Mess Kit
 +Knit Cap
 +Notepad & Pen
 +Haversack
 +Gunbelt With Magazine Pouches
 +Canteen & Cup
 +Compass
Medic Equipment
 +Medic Bag
 +M1911 (risk 2)
   (9 shots)
 +Pistol Magazine x2

Sure! Just post an action.

TEAM PARANOID

Attempt to radio this information to our teammates, and head in the direction Bones head, eyes out for any other crewmen to ask (More politely, I suppose) if they've seen Bones.

"Let's go find Bones."

Spoiler: Status: Leading Squad Paranoia, Because He's The Most Paranoid Of Them All! (click to show/hide)

Name: Graham Garter

Description: Once a Lieutenant left in charge of a battered company in Africa, now shipped back to the 888th after offending his commanding officer in some way he doesn't discuss. Tall, heavily tanned from his time in the desert.

Physical: +0

Mental: +0

Life: +0

Stats:
Strength: 1
Dexterity: 1
Will: 1
Knowledge: 2

Skills:
First Aid: +3
Submachine Gun: +2
Exotic Melee: +2
Interrogation: +1
Language: +1
Operator: +1

Inventory:
Universal Equipment:
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass

Commander equipment
SCR-300 radio Transceiver and handset
Thompson SMG (25 shot, risk 2, +1 risk for every 5 shots fired in a burst)
2 Thompson  magazines
Binoculars
5 signal flares (red, blue, green, yellow and black smoke) and flare gun

GLORY: 30

You scream your info into a non-functional radio...which is pretty silly considering you're  all of 3 or 4 rooms from the rest of the people. But whatever, next time you walk past them we'll assume you tell them what you found out.

That done, you head up stairs and out onto the deck with those other guys. They politely point out the disemboweled man and you start hyperventilating.

Team Paranoia

"After you."

Guess. (follow of course)

Spoiler: Smith, lean mean healing machine. (click to show/hide)

Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: 0
Stats: Speed(3), Will(1), Dexterity(1)
Skills: Medical Training(3), First Aid(2), Submachine Gun(2), Pistol(1), Mechanic(1), Car(1)

Inventory:

First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
A whole pile of other shit I won't bother to track.

Medic’s Bag (restores up to -3 on life dice)
M1911 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
2 pistol magazines

Thompson SMG (25 shot, risk 2, +1 risk for every 5 shots fired in a burst)
3 Thompson  magazines

75 GLORY

Smith came to the 888th because he wanted more carnage to fix. Normal units are simply too boring. Smith won't tell anyone if "Smith" is his first or last name, and his officers don't care enough to look it up in his records. As far as appearance goes Smith is remarkably ordinary. So ordinary that in any group he practically disappears.

Team Paranoia

"Understood!" Exclaimed Hans to Graham while raising his Browning.

The Following: Electric Boogaloo

Spoiler: Hans Bauer (click to show/hide)

Name: Hans Bauer

Current weapon held: BAR
Magazine: 20/20
Skill with the currently held weapon: +3
Magazines for the current weapon left: 2

Description: When Ermächtigungsgesetz, or The Enabling Act was passed in Weimar Republic on 24 March of '33, Hans fled from Germany to Great Britain, knowing deep inside of himself what Hitler's rule will lead to. The Invasion of Poland on September 1 of '39 made him realize that it is time to take the weapon in his hands and fight against the Nazi threat. Hans was eventually brought into 888th Brigade for his skills with machine guns and the knowledge of German language.

Physical:0
Mental: 0
Life: 0

Stats:
Dexterity: +2
Speed: +1
Strength: +1
Knowledge: +1

Skills:
Machine Gun: +3
Pistol: +2
Language: +2
Interrogation: +1
Explosives: +1
Hand-to-hand: +1

Inventory:

Browning Auto Rifle (20 shot, risk 3, +1 risk for every 3 shots fired in a burst)
2 BAR magazines
M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
2 pistol magazines

1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass

Following intensifies, again.

TEAM TALA

((I guess this is another good time to go Oops! Because the last ship I recall we met General Bones on was an aircraft carrier--and it was named the same thing. Now to know this is a Destroyer. At least we have very good...err, what do you call those...landing craft, I hope?

Also to whomever in the team who saw the dead body making the thunk, ask who he was and what the crew on top were doing at the time of what occurred.))

Team...Tala

"So, what's the plan now? I'm thinking that decoding this might be a big clue, and there might be a recorder in the radio room at the rear decks. But that's only if there's nothing else we should be doing."

"Is this normal for other militaries to not have other people than...us, on a whole deck of a ship? Someone head back to Mess Hall and tell the others where we're headed. New plan to go to the rear decks; if there's any place the General may be, its in a solution to this."


Everyone with me, to the rear decks!
Bob/Strider03 leads the way

But! If nobody else volunteers to head back and inform the Mess Hall folks, Tala will be heading back to inform everyone that people are going to the rear deck. If that doesn't cost an action, head there too, after telling folks in the Mess Hall.

Spoiler: My Sheet (click to show/hide)

Glory: 0
Weapon: Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5]; [5/15 ammunition total]
Current Weapon Skill: +3 [+0 if used in Melee/+0 in HtH]

Name: Tala Agata
Description: Tala was enlisted alongside her kin, for their renown in sharpshooting and rugged terrain survival. Being the one who had taught Joan how to shoot, she was only a year her senior before they had been separated in different brigades. She was recently transferred to the 888th after the Normandy landings.
Physical: -
Mental: -
Life: - {+Helmet}
Stats:
Speed: +1
Dexterity: +1
Will: +1
Knowledge: +1
Senses: +1

Skills:
+3 Sniper rifle
+2 First Aid
+2 Medical Training
+1 Camouflage
+1 Pistol
+1 Languages

Inventory:

Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 (5 shot, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close)
2 springfield magazines
Binoculars

*Medic Bag
*Helmet {+1 Life}

Probably a lot of tinfoil

1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass

"So, what's the plan now? I'm thinking that decoding this might be a big clue, and there might be a recorder in the radio room at the rear decks. But that's only if there's nothing else we should be doing." He addressed Tala.

Bob is going to. . . FOLLOW LEAD! To the radio room! Watch out for people on the way.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Robert McKinley
Description: McKinley was about ten years old when WWI ended, and his brother returned with innumerable stories of gore and glory. Robert desired to fight for his country in the same way. There was, however, no immediate war in which he could partake. He considered himself to be one of the few to hate the Roaring Twenties. They were a time when the people wallowed in extravagance and purposely forgot the horrors, but also the sacrifices and heroism of the great war. And then came the depression. He found himself liking the depression, though of course, he didn't admit that. Mainly because it seemed like fitting retribution for the excess of the previous years. it might have also had to do with the fact that he managed to retain his job and keep up a standard of living. In any case, 1939 was a year almost of rejoicing, and after he had settled his affairs, he signed up for the battle which he had lusted for.
He's a tall, blondish man who fancies himself to have a certain rakish look. His eyes are deep set under a heavy brow, but full of disturbing light. Call him Bob.
Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: 0
Glory: 70

Stats:
Strength: +1
Dexterity: +1
Will: +1
Senses: +2

Skills:
Hand to Hand: +1
Exotic Melee: +1
Machinegun +3
Pistol: +1
Car: +2
Camouflage:+1
Language: +2 (Fluent in french, small amount of Italian)

Inventory:
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Rations (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
MP-34
1x 34 round ammo box
Browning Auto Rifle (20 shot, risk 3, +1 risk for every 3 shots fired in a burst)
5 BAR magazines (Should I get rid of some of these? Because I had five from back when the BAR got five, and I was just assuming my character held onto them)
1 BAR mag with incendiary rounds.
M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
2 pistol magazines
1 first aid kit
1 trench knife
1 radio (Unbroken)
3 german medals
1 strange medallion.
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass


Survived Injuries:
Hit in the forehead with machinegun fire on D-Day, helmet broke his nose, but saved his life.
Clipped by machinegun fire from main bunker on D-Day.
Caught in part of the fuel explosion in Poland: Large burns on exposed skin, but survived.

Ok at this point I'm gonna assume Team Paranoid and Team Tala met up on their way to the rear decks and both stopped near team...those other guys who showed them the corpse.

(Hey, piecewise, you missed my action.)

Yeah, I was gonna post something about how the guy you were trying to talk to got yanked back downstairs by another team but I forgot. Eh.

Proposed Team Name: Frost

Inspect the man with my binoculars. Radio any interesting info about him to the team. If radio down, just talk to the crew on deck. Then go check the engine room.

Spoiler: Denver Gaunt (click to show/hide)

Name: Denver Gaunt
Description: Denver Gaunt is an average man of average build from New York. His family ran a small bakery, but Denver was disenchanted with the working class life and took up boxing. After joining up into the army, he discovered a newfound love of war and was quite overeager, eventually being transferred into the 888th for insubordination after several men were killed due to his rashness.

Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: 0
Stats:
    Speed +1
    Dexterity +1
    Will +1
    Senses +2
Skills:
    Melee +3
    First Aid +2
    Camouflage +2
    Traps +1
    SMG +1
    Operator +1
Inventory:
    SCR 300 Radio Transceiver and Handset
    Thompson SMG (25/25, Risk 2+1 for every five rounds in
    burst )
    Spare Magazine [25/25]
    Binoculars
    Flares (Red, Green, Black, Blue, and Yellow smoke)
    Flare Gun
    Universal Kit

Will add detailed list later.

"So, what's down there?"

Follow Denver to the Engine Room once he is done reporting.

The man, who is only a dozen or so feet away, is definitely a member of the ship's crew. You recognize him; you've seen him around before but don't know his name. He's also very clearly dead,  if that wasn't evident before.  He's got odd burns around the hole in his gut where the intestines were ripped from and they branch out like a root system all the way to his left cheek. His hair is singed and his eyes are blackened and seem to have shrunk.

You two make your reports about the man to the other two teams and then walk past the door to the first boiler room and over to the door that leads to the engine room. You open it about half way before a spray of bullets comes up from below and ricochets violently around the little room. You're luckily still behind the door so the rounds do nothing more than startle the ever living crap out of you.

I'm Not Sure About That One Guy^© feels like the battle of Antietam (ahem, Sharpsburg) is winding down in his stomach. Gaining temporary control of his gastric juices,

Charlie tries again to understand the impossibility of the storm-proof dome and looks around for more sections scorched similarly to the hand print. If Denver leaves, follow him with one eye out for more charred, gutted, and blackened stuff.

As you follow Denver to the engine room, you notice another blackened spot. Its a footprint, a bare human foot but melted an 8th of an inch into solid metal. Its halfway up the wall that separates the main deck from the upper one. As you look up at the foot print you see something; there's a man standing on top of the foremast. Not on the ladder that leads up the foremast or on one of the arms extending off the mast; but on the very tip top of it, on the upward projecting point of a radio antenna. He's balanced there on one foot, moving with the foremast as though he was welded to it.  You can't make out anything about him other than the silhouette of his shape backlit by constant lighting. You can't even really tell if its a He or a She.

Then, in the middle of your inspection, a spray of bullets rattles against the door about 5 feet from you and you hurl yourself onto the ground instinctually. By the time you uncover your head and look back, the figure is gone.

"Hey Simon, I'll give you a few of mine if you'll stay in the game. I don't smoke, anyway."

Give Simon three cigarettes, keep playing.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Alice Gwerhierhwaer
Description: Short blue dyed hair, shiny orange eyes. Tallish, and not thin. Hairy.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +0

Stats:
Speed 1
Dexterity 2
Will 1
Knowledge 1
Senses 1

Skills:
Plane 3
Operator 2
Mechanic 2
Melee 1
Pistol 1
First Aid 1

GLORY: 35

Inventory:
Fancy Hat
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
Mechanic’s tools
Flare Gun (For signalling planes for rescue. 1 shot, risk 2)
Knife (Risk 2)

M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
2 pistol magazines
Joan's Radio
Some bullshit pamphlet thing

Woo extra cigs baby! And no mouth to smoke 'em so they're not even bad for my health.

Communicate the info I'm receiving on the radio to the people here. Take stock of what's lying around in the room.

Keep playing cards should they feel like getting fleeced some more.

Spoiler: Radioman (click to show/hide)

Name: Radioman

Description: A radioman.

Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: 0

Stats:
Strength: 0
Speed: 2
Dexterity: 2
Will: 0
Knowledge: 0
Senses: 1

Skills:
Operator: +3
Rifle: +2
Camouflage: +2
Mechanic: +1
Melee: +1
Language: +1


Inventory:
1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
10 individual cigs
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass

Intercommunication with radios isn't functioning right now. That whole weird interference and all.

Team "GoldBrick"

Ed will opt out of the game, but will remain at the table chatting.

Tough break, Simon. Real rough. Well, I think I better quit while I'm ahead, and before I'm drunk. which shan't be long now, fellas. Shant be long now.

State of the game:
Simon: bust
Yarrick: 8 cigs
Radio: 1 full pack + 10 cigs (19 total)
Alice: 7 cigs
Ed: Out of the game

Spoiler: Edward Bohring (click to show/hide)

Description: average height, average build, brown hair, brown eyes, plain face.
0   Physical
0   Mental
0   Life

Stats:
2 Dexterity
2 Will
1 Senses
Skills:
3 mechanic
2 tank
2 trap
1 camouflage
1 operator
1 demolitions
Inventory:

Universal Equipment:
1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes(9/9) + 1 additional cig (+1 lit cig, smoking)
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass
1 pair spare socks, wool, warm

Engineer’s Equipment
Mechanic’s tools
Trap making Kit
2 Satchel Charges (Risk 7)

Knife (Risk 2)traded to Simon Smith
Knife (Risk 2) (looted from dead teammate.)

Nazi Commander Luger  7/8 ammo (Risk 2)
One of the Nazi angular guns that Simon looted (currently being studied by eggheads)
Nazi Officer's Uniform, gently used

195 GLORY

One fully autonomous Radio:

Pretty sure I gave it to Oz since he was the first to answer.  Not that he can't be used by multiple people. 

Simon over-dramatically groans, and lays his face on the table between his arms.  "Urgh, I swear, if we had played poker instead of damn Rummy, I'd have won.  Definitely!  Gah.  Mind sharing some of that, Eddy buddy?"

Whine, and drink heavily.  Shout increasingly drunken advice at those who are still in the game.

Actually, no, Alice is giving Simon three of her cigs, so he's gonna stay in the game and win it ALL back!  He'll still drink heavily too, if Ed shares, but now his drunken shouts will be taunts and boasts rather than advice.

Spoiler: Simon Smith, Still Pretty Lucky Sniper (click to show/hide)

Name: Simon Smith
Description: A short and somewhat stocky man with a thick beard.  His looks are deceptive, as he's actually quite agile.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +1
Stats:
Strength: +1
Dexterity:+2
Sense:+2
Skills:
Sniper Rifle:+3
Camouflage:+3
Melee:+2
First Aid:+1
Traps:+1
Demolitions:+1
Class Inventory:

• First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
• Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
• Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
• A bunch of useful bits and bobs
  
•   ((Lost all his cigs gambling))
• Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5] (5 shot, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close)
• 2/2 Springfield "magazines"
• Binoculars
• Spare Scope (Mounted on Gewehr)
• 2/2 Smoke grenades
• A "mag" of incendiary rounds for the Springfield (loaded in spare Springfield)

Looted Inventory:

• Helmet (+1 Life bonus, Single Use)
• MG 15 [37/75] (Given to Doc Daneeka)
• Scoped Gewehr 43 [10/10] (Risk 3)
• Two Gewehr Magazines
• Mauser C96 [10/10]
• Two mysterious angular Nazi rifles (One given to Ed) (both confiscated by the brass)
• A spare Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5] (Loaded with incendiaries)
• Three spare Springfield "magazines"
• Knife (risk 2)
• A collection of "Chains, rope, small knives, and other things" looted from a Nazi supply depot.

GLORY: 140!

Simon wins 3 cigs off alice and 1 off of radio. Finally.

[Radio Controlled]

"They've been gone for a while now. Perhaps we should go take a look, see if they need help tying their shoelaces?"

Continue playing, unless Ed moves out, in which case do that.

Spoiler: Radioman (click to show/hide)

Name: Radioman

Description: A radioman.

Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: 0

Stats:
Strength: 0
Speed: 2
Dexterity: 2
Will: 0
Knowledge: 0
Senses: 1

Skills:
Operator: +3
Rifle: +2
Camouflage: +2
Mechanic: +1
Melee: +1
Language: +1


Inventory:
1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
10 individual cigs
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass

[Tiruin]

((Can we also assume that I met the Mess Hall people since you quoted that post where I said I'd do that?
Because if I did, they're acting like I didn't [it doesn't seem clearly mentioned]))

After getting told the info from the other team and sharing her own notes...meeting up with Team Paranoia and the other team who presumably know everything above deck...

"So someone died by electrocution by holding the safety railings? I've been wondering how that works since I grabbed some rubber gloves--aren't we grounded by the sea around us? Sounds like that man got hit from behind and was pushed off, there's no way someone can get hit by...err, lightning or something, and fall off the ship, even if he was holding the railing backwards and facing inwards. We're near where Bone presumably should be now."

And then presumably I'm near where the bullets happened but a few feet away from where it happened.
"Gunshots! We're friendlies! 888th!"

Ready up most appropriate weapon and approach the site of gunfire, check if any allies are wounded. Also call out so we'd avoid friendly fire.

Also if ever we get grenaded, since I'm pretty near where it should land to do us any damage, kick that awaaaay, if ever this paranoid scenario occurs.

Spoiler: My Sheet (click to show/hide)

Glory: 0
Weapon: Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5]; [5/15 ammunition total]
Current Weapon Skill: +3 [+0 if used in Melee/+0 in HtH]

Name: Tala Agata
Description: Tala was enlisted alongside her kin, for their renown in sharpshooting and rugged terrain survival. Being the one who had taught Joan how to shoot, she was only a year her senior before they had been separated in different brigades. She was recently transferred to the 888th after the Normandy landings.
Physical: -
Mental: -
Life: - {+Helmet}
Stats:
Speed: +1
Dexterity: +1
Will: +1
Knowledge: +1
Senses: +1

Skills:
+3 Sniper rifle
+2 First Aid
+2 Medical Training
+1 Camouflage
+1 Pistol
+1 Languages

Inventory:

Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 (5 shot, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close)
2 springfield magazines
Binoculars

*Medic Bag
*Helmet {+1 Life}

Probably a lot of tinfoil

1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass

[Egan_BW]

"Jeez, how did you suddenly start winning?"

Cards!

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Alice Gwerhierhwaer
Description: Short blue dyed hair, shiny orange eyes. Tallish, and not thin. Hairy.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +0

Stats:
Speed 1
Dexterity 2
Will 1
Knowledge 1
Senses 1

Skills:
Plane 3
Operator 2
Mechanic 2
Melee 1
Pistol 1
First Aid 1

GLORY: 35

Inventory:
Fancy Hat
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
Mechanic’s tools
Flare Gun (For signalling planes for rescue. 1 shot, risk 2)
Knife (Risk 2)

M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
2 pistol magazines
Joan's Radio
Some bullshit pamphlet thing
One single cigarette