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[Ozarck]

Not an action post. Move along.

"Gunshots. Which team of idiots do you think just shot the other team of idiots? Well, what do you guys think? someone ought to go out and take control of those fools before they really do put a ole in the ship? Not sure I wanna risk going out with tehm shooting each other like that though. Caught in the crossfire is no place to be."

"Well, that's me out. Have fun, guys."

((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]))

((Sure, I mean you guys are like 3 rooms away. Just Yell. They'll hear you.))

((Y'all be pretty focused on that cigarette game, hum? :I
MAYBE I should've yelled in character.
Or maybe nobody heard me yelling back there with exclamation points!
Humpf! It's like the folks there chose to keep playing despite hearing gunshots.))

Go back, and identify everything you said to the card players. Like I said in ooc. Otherwise, nah, not hunting through pages of text to find out what you might have maybe said at some point or another. and the gunshots happened last turn so it's not like we're just sitting around while the ship sinks or something. Seriously, either give us the information we need to act on, or quit griping about us not acting on it.

[killerhellhound]

"With how dark its getting I surprised that we aren't hearing a full on firefight between the teams"

Deal another round

[Doomblade187]

Team Boiler Cluster

Denver sees Charlie gesturing frantically at the front of the ship and edges towards him, covering the front of the ship. He takes a peek in the boiler room or front if the ship, whichever Charles points to, gun raised. If no response from Charles, he checks the front.

"Charles, what is it? Boiler or front?"

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

[Ozarck]

"God. I just hope they don't come this way with that bullshit. Who here is the closest we have to an officer? Who can pretend to be in charge?"

[syvarris]

Simon simply stares morosely down at the three cigarettes he's been left with, debating whether he should risk debt to Alice for a chance at glory.  Then he hears Ed and Yarrick start discussing gunshots, which jerks him away from his thoughts. "Shhwuh?  Gunshots?  Those idiots are shooting at each other?  God damn it, why is this unit full of flunkies?!  Urgh, Radiohead, tell 'em to cease fire or something, before they all become martyrs to incompetence..."

Keep gambling and drinking, one last round.  Simon's luck has to change at some point, and after he's completely plastered seems like exactly that point!

Spoiler: Simon Smith, LUCKIEST 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
  
•   3 cigs (three borrowed from Alice)
• 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!

[Tavik Toth]

"You mean the storm? Yeah, that's still out there."

Fill them in on the current situation.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Spencer Ward
Description: A tall and thin man with curly brown hair. Has the look of someone more aware of his surroundings than others do.
Physical:+0
Mental:+0
Life: +0
Stats:
Strength: +1
Will: +1
Knowledge: +1
Senses: +2
Skills:
Hand to Hand: +1
Melee: +2
Pistol: +2
Rifle: +3
First Aid: +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
Helmet and flack vest (+1 life)
M1 Garand (8 shot, Risk 3) (8/8)
5 M1 round clips
Bayonet (risk 3)
2 Frag Grenades (Risk 7)

[The Lupanian]

If I may submit a character

Spoiler: Carolina (click to show/hide)

Name: Carolina Oliveira
Description:
An average sized woman with an athletic build.
She comes from Brazil, where she was secretly trained as a spy. Despite her training, she took up more combat skills than she did stealth and espionage. She was deployed with the Brazilian Navy in the Atlantic for some time before being sent on reconnaissance in Italy, from there she somehow ended up here.
Physical:0
Mental:0
Life:+1
Stats:
Strength +2
Dexterity +2
Knowledge +1

Skills:
Rifle +3
Melee +2
Explosives +2
Language +1
Interrogation +1
Pistol +1
Inventory:
Rifleman Equipment
Helmet and flack vest (+1 life)
M1 Garand (8 shot, Risk 3)
5 M1 round clips
Bayonet (risk 3)
2 Frag Grenades (Risk 7)

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
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

And for my first action, I'll Wake up in the corner of the Mess Hall, wondering what the hell happened last night.

[Questorhank]

Follow Tala into the room, on guard for potential traps.

"What? Doesn't the whole 'person suddenly appears' thing happen semi-regularly to you guys?"

Spoiler: Hank Carter (click to show/hide)

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)

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

[Radio Controlled]

Simon simply stares morosely down at the three cigarettes he's been left with, debating whether he should risk debt to Alice for a chance at glory.  Then he hears Ed and Yarrick start discussing gunshots, which jerks him away from his thoughts. "Shhwuh?  Gunshots?  Those idiots are shooting at each other?  God damn it, why is this unit full of flunkies?!  Urgh, Radiohead, tell 'em to cease fire or something, before they all become martyrs to incompetence..."

Keep gambling and drinking, one last round.  Simon's luck has to change at some point, and after he's completely plastered seems like exactly that point!

Spoiler: Simon Smith, LUCKIEST 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
  
•   3 cigs (three borrowed from Alice)
• 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!

"Sure."

The radioman walks up to the door, leans out and turns his speakers to max.

"OI, YA GITS, CHECK YOURSELVES BEFORE YOU WRECK YOURSELVES."

He then walks back to the table.
"Now, who's dealing?"

[killerhellhound]

"Now, who's dealing?"

"Me min bet is one cig max bet is your pants"

[Radio Controlled]

"Now, who's dealing?"

"Me min bet is one cig max bet is your pants"

""Ok then. Get ready to write your declaration of depantsipation, Simon."

[Strider03]

Bob called down the stairs. "What 'it' are you talking about?"

Bob asks the question, and remains ready with his pistol. To shoot people. If they aren't friendlies.

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.

[The Lupanian]

"Ok then. Get ready to write your declaration of depantsipation, Simon."

This being the first thing Carolina hears, she chimes in "Sounds like my kind of game."

[Egan_BW]

"God. I just hope they don't come this way with that bullshit. Who here is the closest we have to an officer? Who can pretend to be in charge?"

"Huh? Oh, I'm obviously in charge here. Cause I've got non-shooting-things skills and the best hat." (Semi-sarcastically.)
Alice points to her hat, which is on a nearby table.

This being the first thing Carolina hears, she chimes in "Sounds like my kind of game."

"Oh, hey there. Haven't seen you around before. You new here?"

[syvarris]

"Hey, hey, that's Yarrick betting his pants, not me!  And my clothes sure as hell ain't owned by him!  Hah, you'll have to try a looot harder to get me to strip, Radiohead!"