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[Egan_BW]

Dream!

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

[Ozarck]

Also, conveniently fail to hear/understand Tala's explanation of what's going on.  Heat monster bad, alcohol good.

((I'm actually not going to presume that Tala or anyone else has explained in a coherent manner what is going on, until they actually come to the mess hall, and explain, in a coherent manner.))

[Tiruin]

Also, conveniently fail to hear/understand Tala's explanation of what's going on.  Heat monster bad, alcohol good.

((I'm actually not going to presume that Tala or anyone else has explained in a coherent manner what is going on, until they actually come to the mess hall, and explain, in a coherent manner.))

((Wow thanks for the encouragement. That didn't come off well.
"I'm not actually going to presume this, it would be nice for them to RP [since we have time/since we may miss updates]" or versed any other way that doesn't come off hurtful >_<))

TALA, IN THE MESS HALL, WITH THE PEOPLE.

There was no sign of anything that matched any other description than thin air in the several tens of feet Tala had to travel between the room where the gunshots were, and where the rest of the team was stationed. In other circumstances, she would be neutral to see people betting on cigarettes or other things like these, but seeing a few folks idling by the tables and chatting as if there was no problem, and Alice resting soundly, helped her mood quite some.

"Hey everyone, I'd like your attention please."

She began to detail what had happened (to save this narrator time because she is stressed up, and other people's idleness to read back in the thread), which went somewhat like this:
"Things have gone red. I want everyone on full alert. We have losses among the crew. she said, to grab attention foremost. "The General is not in his quarters, with the same for any COs present. My team and I decided to head back to the rear of the ship since communication was our main priority--where the radios are. That's where we met the team that went topside and exchanged information. (Because Doomblade was the folks we met and exchanged info with, at the turn after this)

"The sound you all heard on the side of the ship? Dead body, one of the ship crewmen, with entrails acting like a rope, blood splatter making a darker name than the St.Elijah. What is happening to our ship is we're caught in an eye of a storm--no arguments please; it is what exactly it is. If I'm presuming anything--it's connected to your past mission where Joan was on. The area around the St. Elijah is pretty much like a tropical storm or typhoon; radios are jammed by that. Adding to the problem: There is a killer among us--not of our contingent. That wiped away the presumption that our crewman died by 'natural causes'. On our way to the rear, we've finally come across six of the ship crew. Problem was, they shot at us as we opened the door. No casualties, nobody harmed, but I'd like a Priest or someone who could help mental health back there A.S.A.P. They were cautious to shoot at the door when we neared; this was one sign of something going very wrong (because who would be dumb to assume friendly fire?)." she started, ending the last portion in half a mumble to herself, as she was still in disbelief of the sudden turn of events. Seeing six men armed and ready on ship like that was completely different from the regular crew, and their terror was affecting her, she would admit. "Why they shot at us was because they saw the killer disembowel a fellow. I'm guessing they're the topside crew. Had no time before I went here."

"Edward," she said to Bohring, being someone (Twinwolf) "please rally the rest of the people here. We need all hands at the ready. If we are somehow infiltrated or something, I was cautious to share a coding I learned. Since one or two folks are only a problem if they reach critical areas of the ship, we win in numbers. And numbers need communication to be effective. We can call out to each other, as an automatic protocol, using terms common in English (that could be rare in German or something); the catch being the response should start with the last letter of the message, both being one word only, to a distinct theme similar to the first. You say Dakota, I say Arkansas, for example."

She was sure people needn't do that anyway since people readily, easily, take orders.

"That said, the rear of the ship is also where my teammates presumed the General is most likely to be, and if ther are infiltrators...aboard a ship, strange as it is, Bone is a high-profile target. We need to get to him, but also station soldiers along the corridors and hallways protecting critical areas. By how Denver described the storm, we aren't getting out of this without help of this ship and her crew."

[Ozarck]

"A dead body? And it wasn't you guys who did it? Wait, are you saying that you guys weren't shooting at each other? Damn, I lost a bet."

Ed looks around at the crew in the mess hall.

"Alice and Simon are out of action, and we're gonna need someone to stay and guard them here. Tala, go gather what crew you can. We'll make this room HQ for now. Use your ciicker when approaching groups. three clicks, then one. That's the code. Three clicks, then one.

Radio, try again to make contact with the other teams on ship. With anyone on ship. Command, crew, anyone. Hell, see if you can make contact with the intruder.

Carolina, Yarrick, stand guard, please. Shoot anyone who comes here without the clicker code.

Ed will go topside and inspect the storm and the corpse. If shown the handprint or if he spots it, he'll examine that as well. No need to reply unless Ed learns something not already discovered. Ed will look around for additional signs of intruders. He'll look out to the water to see if there is a visible point of origin from which the intruder could have come (like a sub or a small boat).

He'll then return to the mess hall, giving the clicker code before entering.

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. 

[killerhellhound]

"Guess something is up then. Damn it"

Follow Edwards plan and stand guard shooting to wound anyone who doesnt use the clicker code with my pistol

Better not use the rifle I dont think this ship needs any holes in it

[Radio Controlled]

Radio, try again to make contact with the other teams on ship. With anyone on ship. Command, crew, anyone. Hell, see if you can make contact with the intruder.

"Aye sir."
The radioman had little confidence that now suddenly he'd succeed where previously he failed, but he might as well try contacting the rest of the crew again. He also pondered if there was any way to boost the signal. Either way, he's staying near the people that are moving out this turn.

"I will get those pants, next time." He warned as they moved to the upper deck.

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
13 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

[syvarris]

"Fwuh?  So, wait, there's Nazis on board?  And you want me to just, *hic* just sit here?!  Hell no, no, I'm gonna go shoot all those Nazis, they're killin crew!"

((Action edited.))

[piecewise]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Here's the map, more or less.

Hmm... Clearly there is something very wrong here. ... As if we didn't already know that. Head to the bridge.

Spoiler: My Plan (click to show/hide)

My plan? Check the situation on the bridge, then make sure everyone knows everything I do, and make sure the ship is on alert. Unless, of course, the captain or whatever is up and about, which seems unlikely.

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.

You hop up and just climb straight onto the upper deck next to the torpedo tubes and just behind one of the smoke stacks. You stop there because there is a man laying with his back against one of the stacks. He's one of the crew men of the boat and his injuries look far more conventional than those that came before; he looks like he's been shot several times, at least twice in the torso. He's still moving though, holding his hands over the wounds.

 

((I'm improvising since Piecewise does full turns and not piece...err, 'response after people post when talking with NPCs'-ish posts))

Tala quickly got the gist of what was going on (eg SOMETHING WEIRD ON SHIP) by chatting with the crew.

"I can see everyone here is stressed and tense. I'll be calling up our local priest for this. But we have to keep rational. Me and the rest of the 888th are headed to the rear to search for the General--him and the other CO's aren't at their quarters and offices. For your concern about knowing who is who, we're going to work with codes.

"888th, I've an idea to divide friendlies from otherwise. Here's the thing..."

Codework time! Use a mix of American and otherwise wordings and questions for folks to ask and tell. Themes that (being from the Philippines), Tala could sort out seeing Allied versus what she presumed were Nazi or Russian spies, being used.

{If ANYONE is to use a code instead of bolded actions to check, I presume, it is much like using common English terms even localized to your area/country, but that the last letter of the word becomes the first letter of your response in the same theme; this is known to the NPCs as well as to anyone with Tala, and assumed to be spread to the others. :v

Also the Mess Hall is our HQ (as discussed in posts later on), and there is a 'clicker' code that is presumably known to all of us.

After the brief...briefing was finished and Tala had a feeling of certainty people were going to be better off, she continued. "Where's the path to the rear deck? Where the radios are? We're heading there. Did any of you see the General? If anyone wants, I could order some of our team to stay here and help guard this section.

"Is this the only passage between the Mess Hall area and the rear of the ship? And can you give details on whoever killed who? Will melee weapons be effective; how did they move; what weapons did you see being used, did they speak or have any significant mannerisms, and what was the name of who they killed. If possible, do we have a roster of the crew to check off?"

Also inquire!

If everything is settled, head with the rest of the team (and telling everyone that those who wish can volunteer to guard this area.

Also tell someone to act as a messenger (or do it myself since I believe we're pretty close anyway as a free action) to the Mess Hall crew that we now actually have a mission to do, and OBJECTIVES to accomplish.

==+==
Mess Hall Guys, if Piecewise is okay with this--assume Tala or someone from her team told you about what's up here and we now have (what I presume) is an objective. Keeping our ship crew alive.
((I'll be keeping track of whom is with whom next turn. We've around 4 or so people in the Mess Hall at this point, and the rest are in teams with either me or others here))

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

Ok this is a hell of a lot of text. I'm gonna interpret it as best I can.

[Hidden]
You start speaking to the group of men in the sort of casual slang- with unspoken cultural understanding behind it -that only natives or the extremely well versed could easily respond to. You go person by person in the group and come to one conclusion: They are all spies. Every single one of them responded with a sort of forced, stilted casualness. Like an adult attempting to speak the lingo of children. When you spoke of a secure area they were all eager to know where it was and how many people were there and how it was defended.

At this point I'm not sure how you would respond knowing that there's a cadre of spies so I'm gonna just have you wait and we'll see.

"Alright, off to the radio room?" Bob grabs his radio, and starts to head back to the rear of the ship.

Bob grabs his radio, and leads the way to radio room. He's got a pistol at hand if necessary.

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 secondary Radio room is down under the 5 inch guns; its a backup for if something were to happen to the radios in the bridge.  You walk down to the door unmolested and attempt to open it. The door sticks tight in place and the handle is so cold that the skin of your palm freezes to it like a tongue to a flag pole. You yank it away after a few jerks.

Join Charlie in the boiler room, rifle ready.

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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)

Team Boiler Cluster

Enter boiler room behind Spencer, gun at the ready. Make sure I can draw my knife easily, use it if I get into melee. If nobody else has a flashlight out, use mine and hold my knife in my other hand.

"Pistols out, scan with your lights, all directions. I have us covered."

To Team:
"We're checking in here"

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

You two join charlie and Denver, clever sod that he is, actually uses his flashlight.  he shines it around the room and finds that the floor of the room is completely covered in hail stones. To a depth of 3 to 5 feet actually. The rest of the room is frosted over but you think you can see blood splattered on the walls.

"Hahahaaa!  Finally won some, yeah!  Heh, I'm a bit too tanked to keep at it, yeah, I'mma watch now.  Oh!  Alice, debt, can't forget..."

Put four cigarettes in Alice's pocket while she sleeps, and then go back to drinking while cheering on the other players.  Don't join in though, Simon thinks he's too drunk at this point.

Also, conveniently fail to hear/understand Tala's explanation of what's going on.  Heat monster bad, alcohol good.

Actually, now that Tir's insisted on us not being useless (by informing us of everything in detail), Simon is going to head out on his own, wielding a knife.  He'll head directly to the top deck, draw his rifle, and carefully peek out a doorway and start scanning the tops of tall things for human figures.  Shoot any found.

Also, he's thoroughly drunk at this point.  Take that into account, please.

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
  
•   7 cigs (four being given to 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!

Ahem.

Well in your current inebriated state you stagger up to the mid deck, ie the one most people are on, that one you can see on the map below the level with the torpedo tubes. Once there you look around, see the man standing near the smoke stack on the upper deck, scream like a girl and then fire your rifle into the sky before falling down.

Dream!

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

http://i.4cdn.org/wsg/1511374860328.webm

"A dead body? And it wasn't you guys who did it? Wait, are you saying that you guys weren't shooting at each other? Damn, I lost a bet."

Ed looks around at the crew in the mess hall.

"Alice and Simon are out of action, and we're gonna need someone to stay and guard them here. Tala, go gather what crew you can. We'll make this room HQ for now. Use your ciicker when approaching groups. three clicks, then one. That's the code. Three clicks, then one.

Radio, try again to make contact with the other teams on ship. With anyone on ship. Command, crew, anyone. Hell, see if you can make contact with the intruder.

Carolina, Yarrick, stand guard, please. Shoot anyone who comes here without the clicker code.

Ed will go topside and inspect the storm and the corpse. If shown the handprint or if he spots it, he'll examine that as well. No need to reply unless Ed learns something not already discovered. Ed will look around for additional signs of intruders. He'll look out to the water to see if there is a visible point of origin from which the intruder could have come (like a sub or a small boat).

He'll then return to the mess hall, giving the clicker code before entering.

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. 

You look at everything and then look around. There's some trash or bits of black plastic floating in the water around the ship. Not a raft but...maybe something.

"Guess something is up then. Damn it"

Follow Edwards plan and stand guard shooting to wound anyone who doesnt use the clicker code with my pistol

Better not use the rifle I dont think this ship needs any holes in it

Done and done.

Radio, try again to make contact with the other teams on ship. With anyone on ship. Command, crew, anyone. Hell, see if you can make contact with the intruder.

"Aye sir."
The radioman had little confidence that now suddenly he'd succeed where previously he failed, but he might as well try contacting the rest of the crew again. He also pondered if there was any way to boost the signal. Either way, he's staying near the people that are moving out this turn.

"I will get those pants, next time." He warned as they moved to the upper deck.

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
13 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

I'm just gonna tell you that till something changes, radios ain't gonna work.

[Egan_BW]

yoi fuckko gimme a dream that's not hot trash eh idiot

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

[milo christiansen]

His trip to the bridge derailed by important business, Smith stops to render what aid he can. Do my best to fix this guy up.

((Remember guys, there are sound powered telephones in every compartment on a WWII destroyer! You can't talk to every compartment, but you can contact the bridge, CIC, main engineering, DC central, etc, etc. Additionally there are voice tubes between the bridge and several critical battle stations (both are used since voice tubes are more reliable, and less likely to fail due to battle damage, but sound powered telephones are smaller and easier to install).))

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.

[TCM]

Here's my application for a Louisiana trouble-making good-ole-boy. I don't suppose he could get a harmonica to start with?

Spoiler: Damien Capella (click to show/hide)

Name: Damien Capella
Description: Born and raised in rural Louisiana. Left school in the fifth grade to run with a bootlegging outfit. When he was arrested in the late 30's, he was given the choice between prison, hard labor and military duty. Damien opted for the boots and helmets and thrived in the military environment. Beneath the facade of discipline and honor were a group of restless young men, like himself, who fancied fighting, swearing, booze, smoking, women and fast cars. He set up a lucrative smuggling operation to keep himself occupied. The fighting was pretty fun too, as he is quoted: "Name one single other government job that rewards you for killing white cats."
Damien would then get into an altercation with his commanding officer over a foreign woman, both of them laying claim to her as their "girl". (Being a prostitute, she was in fact the girl of whomever could afford her.) Damien's punishment was his deployment in to the 888th.

He looks like a bald, less talented Charlie Parker.

*Speaks fluent French and his picked up bits and pieces of other European languages.
*Can lay down a killer harmonica solo.
*Favorite all-purpose phrase: "Cocksucker!"
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +0
Stats:
Dexterity: +2
Strength: +1
Speed: +1
Senses: +1
Skills:
Shotgun: +3
Melee: +2
Cars: +2
Interrogation: +1
Mechanic: +1
Language: +1
Inventory:

• First Aid Pouch [Allows First Aid/Single Use]
  Entrenching Tool
  Ration [Restores up to -2 on physical dice]
  Clicker
  L type Flashlight
  Sewing kit
  Mirror
  Razor Set
  Bar of Soap
  Toothpaste & Toothbrush Set
  Compressed Toilet Roll
  Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
  Lighter
  Mess kit
  Knit cap
  Notepad and Pen
  Haversack
  Gunbelt w/ Magazine Pouches
  Canteen & Cup
  Compass

• Winchester Model 12 Shotgun [6 shot/6 risk at close range/2 at longer range]
  18 Shotgun Shells
  Trench Knife [Risk 3]

[CABL]

Instincts of Hans make him take out his radio and speak with Tala. "Tala, do you read? How's the situation in the Mess Hall? Did you find anything?"

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

[dustywayfarer]

Charlie carefully makes his way around the catwalk and down the stairs. The hailstones make a lot of noise along the way.

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: Camouflage: +3 | Mechanics +2 | Melee +2 | Interrogation +1 | First Aid +1 | Pistol +1
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

[Radio Controlled]

radio ain't gonna work.

Damn straight.

"It's no use, no radio comms possible. It's the weird interference, nothing's getting through. We'll have to do it manually. Is anyone in the bridge right now? I'll go check it out, if you don't mind."

Goto: bridge edition. Examine the fuck out of it.

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
13 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

[CABL]

"Dammit! The radio system doesn't work. I guess I shall go and check the situation in the Mess Hall by myself..." Thought Hans. Pulling out his machine gun, he's on his way to the Mess Hall.

Go to the Mess Hall

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