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[CABL]

Team Tinfoil

*following intensifies*

((Also, here's a little drinking game for you: Every time I forget to include my sheet in my posts, take a sip of your favorite alcohol.))

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]

"Whu--how are you two doing this?  Come on, are you ganging up on me, or something, somehow?  Gah, I'm getting my cigs back..."

Welp, only two cigs left, but great success can come from even small investments.  Simon hasn't lost 'til he's out entirely.

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
  
•   ((Only 2/9 cigs))
• 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!

[Doomblade187]

Post edited to add sheet.

[cronos5010]

Team Paranoia (sort of)

Balders simply shrugged at Graham's general direction...before he left for the kitchen to try and find the extra cooks using the incredibly inefficient method of simply introducing himself to every person who seemed to be on the kitchen staff and asking for their names.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Glory: 15
Name: Private Balders Dash
Description: A grotty little British man who can often be found wearing a pair of round lensed eye glasses to make his beady little eyes look perfectly normal. He has an almost inappropriate obsession with sneaking up behind people.
Physical:(Just put any bonuses or negatives you have.)
Mental:(Just put any bonuses or negatives you have.)
Life: (Just put any bonuses or negatives you have.)
Stats: Speed (+1), Dexterity (+2), Senses (+1), Will (+1)
Skills:
Camouflage (+3)
Pistol (+2)
Traps (+2)
Car (+1)
Melee (+1)
Explosive (+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)

Spy Equipment:
Disguise kit
Stiletto (2 risk normally, but 6 risk if the target doesn't recognize you as a threat when you attack)
Silenced pistol (2 risk normally, but 8 if unnoticed. Does not draw attention by sound. 8 shots)
Two clips for the silenced pistol

[piecewise]

Reminder

OOC THREAD

[dustywayfarer]

Aiming out, not up, Charlie shoots the barrier with a malevolent cat-like grin on his face. Afterwards, he investigates the hull with Denver, assuming Denver finishes asking the blind for directions without anything distractingly ridiculous occuring.

That One Guy^TM is momentarily glad he isn't out in the whirly-swirly. Remembering his name after digesting the startling reminder that the world doesn't always work the way it should, he does something rather foolish in the name of science and feline curiosity.
 

Spoiler: Charlie (click to show/hide)

Name: Charlie
Description: Wears a bowler hat; has a moustache embarassingly similar to Adolf's. Apart from these unique features, he's unrecognizable.
Backstory: Draftee; hasn't said anything since he arrived. his files have some info; nobody ever looks. His reasons for being in this mess are personal.

Attrs: GLORY: +0 | Physical: +0 | Mental: +1 | Life: +0
Charlie is less vulnerable to verbal abuse and manipulation the less he speaks.

Stats: Str: -1 | Speed: +1 | Dex: +1 | Will: +2 | Knowledge: +0 | Senses: +2
Charlie tires easily: lowered strength.

Skills: +3 Camouflage | +2 Mechanics | +2 Melee | +1 Interrogation | +1 First Aid | +1 Pistol
Charlie is always the bad cop while interrogating. His very silence is unnerving.

Inventory: [Chaplin Equipment] [Universal Equipment]

Clothing: Knit cap, Gun belt /w Mag pouches, Holy Symbol (+1 Mental)
Weapons | Ammo: M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2), Knife (2 risk), 2 pistol magazines, Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Toiletries: Mirror, Razor Set, Bar of soap, Toothbrush and tootpaste, Compressed TP, Mess kit, Canteen & Cup
Food & Drink: Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
Healing Tools: Holy book (Used to restore 0 to 3 mental damage. Every 0 roll deals 1 mental damage to user), First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
Tools: L type Flashlight, Sewing kit, Notepad & pen, Haversack, Compass, Clicker

[Doomblade187]

Aiming out, not up, Charlie shoots the barrier with a malevolent cat-like grin on his face. Afterwards, he investigates the hull with Denver, assuming Denver finishes asking the blind for directions without anything distractingly ridiculous occuring.

That One Guy^TM is momentarily glad he isn't out in the whirly-swirly. Remembering his name after digesting the startling reminder that the world doesn't always work the way it should, he does something rather foolish in the name of science and feline curiosity.
 

Spoiler: Charlie (click to show/hide)

Name: Charlie
Description: Wears a bowler hat; has a moustache embarassingly similar to Adolf's. Apart from these unique features, he's unrecognizable.
Backstory: Draftee; hasn't said anything since he arrived. his files have some info; nobody ever looks. His reasons for being in this mess are personal.

Attrs: GLORY: +0 | Physical: +0 | Mental: +1 | Life: +0
Charlie is less vulnerable to verbal abuse and manipulation the less he speaks.

Stats: Str: -1 | Speed: +1 | Dex: +1 | Will: +2 | Knowledge: +0 | Senses: +2
Charlie tires easily: lowered strength.

Skills: +3 Camouflage | +2 Mechanics | +2 Melee | +1 Interrogation | +1 First Aid | +1 Pistol
Charlie is always the bad cop while interrogating. His very silence is unnerving.

Inventory: [Chaplin Equipment] [Universal Equipment]

Clothing: Knit cap, Gun belt /w Mag pouches, Holy Symbol (+1 Mental)
Weapons | Ammo: M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2), Knife (2 risk), 2 pistol magazines, Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Toiletries: Mirror, Razor Set, Bar of soap, Toothbrush and tootpaste, Compressed TP, Mess kit, Canteen & Cup
Food & Drink: Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
Healing Tools: Holy book (Used to restore 0 to 3 mental damage. Every 0 roll deals 1 mental damage to user), First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
Tools: L type Flashlight, Sewing kit, Notepad & pen, Haversack, Compass, Clicker

Denver whispers to Charlie as they aim their gun, "Please don't. Worried."

[piecewise]

Hey, that lightning powered plane I stole is still on the ship, right? I bet it could fly through that stormwall.

No, its elsewhere. You transferred a few times to get here. The St.Elijah is a Gleaves class Destroyer. No room for planes.

But the rifles are still here...



Team Paranoid

((If he's not wearing a kitchen staff uniform he shouldn't have been grabbed. I didn't actually think through the paranoia far enough to realize that I should've just generically grabbed and interrogated any random crewmembers lying around. Anyways))

Question this guy---what is going on, what has he seen, who has he seen, where has he seen it. Preferably in chronological order, starting from whenever, in his estimation, things got weird, til NOW, when things got weirder.

((No, it doesn't actually need to be that specific. However, information is the goal.))

"What on earth is going on up there? We've got cooks that don't exist and a storm that shouldn't be happening, and I want to know why."

Spoiler: Status: Paranoid, but right anyway (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 ask him about whats going on and he tells you much of the same thing you experienced. He says he was in that room during the entire lead up and grabbed the knife after everything went weird. He says that Bone and a few others went outside shortly before this all started, headed towards the rear decks.

Team Paranoia

"Well, at least we know the crew didn't disappear or some shit now."

Follow harder

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.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i1QwC-y3XMc

Team paranoid.

Doc creeps forward down the comparments clutching his machine gun to his chest and pointing it around as he begins to urge the group topside.

Spoiler: Doc Daneek (click to show/hide)

Name: Dr. Daneek
Description: A very thin and nervous man, beginning to go bald, a former Air force doctor he took this job after he was pronounced dead due to a buracratic mishap.  Due to being pronounced dead because of a plane he was supposed to be on crashing he has a great fear of flying.
Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: 0
Stats:
Speed +3
Dex +2
Skills:
Medical Training +3
Machine gun +2
Operator +2
Flamethrower +1
Exotic melee +1
Camouflage +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)
Miscellaneous.
Medic Equipment
Medic’s Bag (restores up to -3 on life dice. Usable repeatedly till failure)
M1911 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
2 pistol magazines
Other equipment
MG 15 [37/75] (On loan from Simon Smith)

You point your rifle at the group and then up the stairs and make various insistent noises like a dog begging to be let out.

Team Paranoia (sort of)

Balders simply shrugged at Graham's general direction...before he left for the kitchen to try and find the extra cooks using the incredibly inefficient method of simply introducing himself to every person who seemed to be on the kitchen staff and asking for their names.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Glory: 15
Name: Private Balders Dash
Description: A grotty little British man who can often be found wearing a pair of round lensed eye glasses to make his beady little eyes look perfectly normal. He has an almost inappropriate obsession with sneaking up behind people.
Physical:(Just put any bonuses or negatives you have.)
Mental:(Just put any bonuses or negatives you have.)
Life: (Just put any bonuses or negatives you have.)
Stats: Speed (+1), Dexterity (+2), Senses (+1), Will (+1)
Skills:
Camouflage (+3)
Pistol (+2)
Traps (+2)
Car (+1)
Melee (+1)
Explosive (+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)

Spy Equipment:
Disguise kit
Stiletto (2 risk normally, but 6 risk if the target doesn't recognize you as a threat when you attack)
Silenced pistol (2 risk normally, but 8 if unnoticed. Does not draw attention by sound. 8 shots)
Two clips for the silenced pistol

You check the kitchen and find no one. You check the upper kitchen where whatshisface just stole that other cook and find no one except other members of your team. Huh. In fact, you wander all through this place and aside from a few closed rooms over by Tala you check everywhere and find no one. At least no one on THIS side of the ship.

Team Tinfoil

*following intensifies*

((Also, here's a little drinking game for you: Every time I forget to include my sheet in my posts, take a sip of your favorite alcohol.))

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

Team People with Tala.

"General! Are you in there! We have an emergency!" Tala said, or something along the lines of what she thought she said here.
Tala addresses the General and mentions the general commotion that had just occurred and adds that the whole brigade wants to check if he's okay.
Also using her notepad and pen, makes a nice message for him (or other commanding officers) before gathering the team to check the other areas.
((Because I have no idea how to address a senior officer in militaryspeak T_T))

"If he's not here, is anyone okay for all of us to check the other place?"
Then check the other place to see if the General is okay.

But also check for other COs and authority personnel, mentioning a brief recap of what we all experienced (and what my team members presumably told me about the radios even when they didn't, to save time and all )

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

There's no answer from Bone's room, so you leave a note and check the other rooms. They open but are empty. That's basically everywhere on this front section of the ship...he must be elsewhere or he's just hiding in his room? But that doesn't sound like him. He's always been a more "Use the Sword of the Lord to smite anything that looks evil and let god sort them out." sort of fella.

Bob continued to follow Tala, absentmindedly fiddling with the bothersome radio. "Still no clue, but it ain't doppler or anything. . .

I was operating under the possibility that the 888th brigade might have some slightly more advanced stuff than was normal for the time. Anyway, keep following the made tinfoil woman, and try for sudden inspiration with the radio. Does this warped audio drop off at lower or higher frequencies? Is it more of a modulation than a slowing? Does the amount of slowing pulse at all? Also darn, if it had been a doppler shift, I could have thrown my radio at someone in an attempt to reverse it

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.

Well, If it helps, you think there might be a recorder somewhere on the ship. There's a radio room in the rear decks which might have a reel to reel recorder you could use.



Team I'm not sure?

Denver's mouth hangs open as he stares at the dome of wind, water and hail circling the ship. Snapping out of it after a second, the shakes his head and whispers, "Wait. I remember an impact at the start of this. We should check the side of the ship."

Ask crew members if they have any idea what's happening. Then check the side of the hull that the impact came from. Carefully. Preferably a part of the edge with fencing.

Spoiler (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.

Aiming out, not up, Charlie shoots the barrier with a malevolent cat-like grin on his face. Afterwards, he investigates the hull with Denver, assuming Denver finishes asking the blind for directions without anything distractingly ridiculous occuring.

That One Guy^TM is momentarily glad he isn't out in the whirly-swirly. Remembering his name after digesting the startling reminder that the world doesn't always work the way it should, he does something rather foolish in the name of science and feline curiosity.
 

Spoiler: Charlie (click to show/hide)

Name: Charlie
Description: Wears a bowler hat; has a moustache embarassingly similar to Adolf's. Apart from these unique features, he's unrecognizable.
Backstory: Draftee; hasn't said anything since he arrived. his files have some info; nobody ever looks. His reasons for being in this mess are personal.

Attrs: GLORY: +0 | Physical: +0 | Mental: +1 | Life: +0
Charlie is less vulnerable to verbal abuse and manipulation the less he speaks.

Stats: Str: -1 | Speed: +1 | Dex: +1 | Will: +2 | Knowledge: +0 | Senses: +2
Charlie tires easily: lowered strength.

Skills: +3 Camouflage | +2 Mechanics | +2 Melee | +1 Interrogation | +1 First Aid | +1 Pistol
Charlie is always the bad cop while interrogating. His very silence is unnerving.

Inventory: [Chaplin Equipment] [Universal Equipment]

Clothing: Knit cap, Gun belt /w Mag pouches, Holy Symbol (+1 Mental)
Weapons | Ammo: M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2), Knife (2 risk), 2 pistol magazines, Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Toiletries: Mirror, Razor Set, Bar of soap, Toothbrush and tootpaste, Compressed TP, Mess kit, Canteen & Cup
Food & Drink: Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
Healing Tools: Holy book (Used to restore 0 to 3 mental damage. Every 0 roll deals 1 mental damage to user), First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
Tools: L type Flashlight, Sewing kit, Notepad & pen, Haversack, Compass, Clicker

Charlie raises his gun and walks to the edge of the deck, ready to shoot when he notices something. The railing is scorched and slightly melted. In the shape of a hand print.  Denver walks over to join him, pushing the rifle away before Charlie does something stupid, and looks down at the side of the boat. There's a man down there, hanging half in the water and half out, sort bobbing lazily against the ship. At first Denver thinks the man is suspended on some kind of rope, but then he sees the wet splatters down the ships dark metallic haul.  The man's entrails have been torn out through his belly and are literally frozen to the side of the hull, anchoring his corpse there. There's still a define starburst splash of blood where the man must have impacted the hull at some point.



Team Goldbrick

Team "GoldBrick"

"Hey, hey! Take your interrogations elsewhere, ya nut! Can't ya see we're having a serious conversation here? Now, as I was saying, Yarrick, Joan Crawford is fine, just fine, but that Judy Garland is a true beauty in the making. When I get back home, I'm totally gonna look her up and steal a kiss."

If someone actually mentions the dome of clouds and hail, Ed will get up, curious, and head up to the deck. Otherwise, he'll stay right here and play another round.

Nah, just stay put and play another round.

P.S: Is there alcohol available? If so, gather a few units of alcohol to drink and share with Yarrick and Simon. And Radio, if it drinks.

((doomblade, there is no rock out there. the stones mentioned are hailstones. Ice.))

State of the game:
Ed: 1 full pack + 4 cigs (+1 lit) (14 total)
Simon: 2 cigs
Yarrick: 1 full pack + 2 cigs (11 total)

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) + 4 additional cigs (+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. 

You head to the kitchen and find yourself a bottle of booze. You take it and some glasses back to the table and make liberal use of both.

Team "GoldBrick", apparently.

I'm afraid you cannot modify the audio on your own. Your radio capacities do not allow it.

Keep playing. What DO my radio capacities allow anyway?

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
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

Basically the normal capacities, except that you can basically play music from any time period and soundeffects and such.

Team goldbrick

Deal another round of cards

"So how long do you think that lot will run around in the rain before finding it was just the storm? I bet 5 cigs on an hour.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name:Yarrick
Description:A tall man was transferred to the 888th after managing to bring down a tank with a lucky shot from above
Physical:0
Mental:0
Life: +1
Stats:[/b][/size]
Speed: +2
Dexterity: +3
Senses: +1

Skills:
Melee: +1
Pistol: +1
Explosive: +3
Demolitions: +2
Mechanic: +1
Camouflage: +2

Inventory:
Helmet (+1 life)
Pistol M1918 (Risk 2) (ammo 7/7)
Knife (Risk 2)
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid) + Spare
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
 M18 Recoilless Rifle (Risk 6, single shot, slow reload) (Loaded with HE rounds)
3 HEAT rounds
3 HE rounds
3 WP rounds
2xSatchel Charge (Risk 7)

Glory 30

"Whu--how are you two doing this?  Come on, are you ganging up on me, or something, somehow?  Gah, I'm getting my cigs back..."

Welp, only two cigs left, but great success can come from even small investments.  Simon hasn't lost 'til he's out entirely.

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
  
•   ((Only 2/9 cigs))
• 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!

"Oh, screw this. I'm just going to wait for someone else to solve this shit. I'm just a pilot. Sorry, Tala."

Go back to the mess and play some cards. Whoever loses gets the wierd japanese pamphlet!

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

Radio, despite his utter lack of working eyes, manages to win 3 cigarettes off of everyone at the table. Except Alice, he only wins 2 off her.

[Madman198237]

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

[milo christiansen]

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.

[Strider03]

"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.

[Tavik Toth]

(Hey, piecewise, you missed my action.)

[Radio Controlled]

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

[Tiruin]

((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

[Ozarck]

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.