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[milo christiansen]

assuming it is a ballpoint and not a fountain pen

Ballpoint pens were very, very rare in the 1940s.

[Egan_BW]

Also don't draw on my face.

[The Lupanian]

I looked it up right after I posted. They were more common in Argentina, and my character is from Brazil, so it's not inconceivable that I might have one.

[Strider03]

"No go. . ." Bob carefully set down the radio he'd been carrying next to the door, and pulled his BAR from his shoulder. Either something inside to prevent communication, or someone had blocked off the room from the outside to prevent communications

Is the door made of solid metal? Does Bob recall any other ways which someone might be able to get into the room? Contemplate but do not attempt breaching measures. In any case, he has his BAR out in case anyone starts shooting at him for some reason.

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]

Team Boiler Cluster

"Yeah, lets go."

Follow Denver, staying alert the entire time.

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

[CABL]

"Hans' here. Intuition tells me that it'll be good if we stick together for now. Also, something's wrong with my radio." Said Hans to Tala.

When Radioman arrives with the report, tell him that I am native German speaker, and I can help with inevitable interrogation.

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

[Tiruin]

"Hans' here. Intuition tells me that it'll be good if we stick together for now. Also, something's wrong with my radio." Said Hans to Tala.

"The same with everyone's radio too--even that one body painted radioman. That's what we're waiting on, the team heading to the rear of the ship. Also I figure people went topside as I can't see a few of them who were here before. We just have to guard this location. If they didn't get to the boilers, we're okay. Unless something else happened.

"Come to think of it, there are also other radios topside. Nobody checked on it. Suppose that's where others went?"

[Ozarck]

"Yes, a couple of guys went to check the radio room above. There are speaking tubes and other methods of comunication up there."

[Tiruin]

"Yes, a couple of guys went to check the radio room above. There are speaking tubes and other methods of comunication up there."

"Did I just hear 'couple'? We have much more than that. With the storm up above and evidence of sabotage, who else is with them? They are going to report as soon as they find anything, right?"

[TCM]

Tala then saw a guy with a harmonica that she didn't recall was earlier present, but he seemed like a right ol' chap, much like the other right ol' chaps of her team. And British. Or American.

"Hey, could you play a tune for the nerves here? Doubt anyone outside the Mess Hall would hear though."

"Shoot, ain't we on a mission? But if y'all need some winding music, I can cook you up something nice babygirl. 1, 2, a 1-2-3-4-"

Hit a mean blues solo on my harmonica. Play it single-handedly, keeping one hand around the handle of the scattergun. The Nazis hate Blues music and can hone in on it from a hundred miles away, attuned to its sound like some rabid dogs.

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]

[piecewise]

Duck a little lower to avoid being spotted, then try to tune in to the frequency that they're listening to and use my language skills to try and decipher what I'm hearing. Unless only their backpack radio is strong enough to pick it up, which seems likely. In which case, maybe I can hear what the German woman is saying if I listen closely?

Then, whether or not this succeeds, move back to the mess hall and report, making sure to do that clicker stuff or whatever so I don't end up as friendly target practice.

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

You listen carefully and can hear bits and pieces of whats being said. However, the language isn't German. [3] It sounds like some kind of...slavic language with bits and pieces of what might be latin or latin derived.  When you try to key in on the channel they're using, you just get the same warped noises. Maybe their radios are modified to make sense of it?

[2]
You're not entirely sure what gives you away. Maybe someone noticed you peek in. Maybe you made a noise. Maybe your messing with the radio disrupted their signal somehow. Whatever the case, you only realize they've seen you when the naked man punches straight through the window above your head and grabs you by your antenna

Smith quietly talks to the guy he rescued "There, I have you all patched up, now lets get you to the mess hall. You are going to be perfectly fine."

Try to move the rescued sailor to the mess hall. If radio (or anyone else) comes by, draft him to help.

(The mess hall on most destroyers doubled as the "hospital" IIRC, so there should be a locker with better supplies there, not to mention it being out of the weather.)

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 get under the man's arm and half carry him down to the mess hall, signalling with your clicker before heading in. You lay him on one of the tables with a bundled cluster of cloth napkins for a pillow.

If made aware of the situation on the bridge, Ed will go up like Radio did, place bombs on the outside of the bridge - one on either side - and get back a safe distance before detonating said bombs. Or, you know, set a timer for long enough to get to a safe distance.

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. 

No one tells you anything so instead please consider this musical interlude

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1fa28KBjFV0

Charlie gets out his entrenching tool. First digging himself a path out, he then returns and digs out what remains of the unfortunates who were paste-ified here.

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

You dig as best you can but...well you're in a pit of balls. You can't dig a pit of balls. They just roll back in. Its like filling a bucket with marbles and trying to dig a hole to the bottom. It just don't work.

Team Boiler Cluster

Scan boiler room with flashlight. If there's nothing else of note, exit the room. Scan the area for enemies and allies. If we run into any allies, check in with them and exchange reports of where we've found bodies, any signs of enemy, etc.

"We can go check in with the others. Let's head back and meet up."

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

Lets see...teammate attempting to dig out a hole in a pit of balls...well thats this unit in a nutshell. In any case, there's nothing more of note in here it seems so you step back out onto the deck.

Sit next to Alice, draw on her face with my pen, assuming it is a ballpoint and not a fountain pen. Watch over the mess hall, rifle at the ready to take action if anything goes awry.

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

I actually use a fountain pen for most of my writing and you can draw on skin with one fairly easily and not harm anyone. Regardless though, Fountain pens and pencils would be what you have. Even markers weren't really used at this point if I remember right.

If informed, go help with the bridge. Confirm wounded guy is stable.

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

You watch over the wounded man. He's unconscious, but breathing. Doing better than you right now honestly.

Tend to the wounded and, if Radio Controlled gets here and gives his report, ask the NPCs for aid alongside gathering up the others for a strike attack on the bridge.

If he isn't back and we don't have a report from topside, get to the boiler room and check around for anything I can help with. Otherwise stay guarding the others, tend to their wounds, pep-talk their mental health.

Oh, also do ask more to the NPCs! What bodies--where did they find them, how were they not attacked, what did they experience before they found those bodies, and any distinguishing features of whoever they saw attacked?

As she saw the men relax and feel relieved, Tala doubted herself if they were actually spies--she had a lot of self-doubt despite her own erring confidence, thanks to the help of other nice people, who sadly were not around other than the new nice people in the Mess Hall.

"I'm guessing we're waiting here until another one of the away squads gets back with a report. We've around two as I recall? One going topside, the other in the boiler room area going for the rear radios."

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

Tala then saw a guy with a harmonica that she didn't recall was earlier present, but he seemed like a right ol' chap, much like the other right ol' chaps of her team. And British. Or American.

"Hey, could you play a tune for the nerves here? Doubt anyone outside the Mess Hall would hear though."

Sit next to Alice, draw on her face with my pen, assuming it is a ballpoint and not a fountain pen. Watch over the mess hall, rifle at the ready to take action if anything goes awry.

Tala spotted someone doing something to another resting person.

"Unless you're helping on alert, now isn't the time to goof off."

I'm going to have you ask questions rather than the other things Ms. Mile-A-Minute action lass.

The NPCs, who are very confused why you keep calling them that, tell you that there was a body just outside the engine room door before they hid in there, but that it must be the one  frozen to the side of the boat. As per where they were before this and what they were doing, that varies per person. One was in the boiler room and says he saw the hail stones crush the others. The other was on Deck and says he saw some sort of man made of ice and Lightning tear another man's heart out. The others were just in the engine room.

"No go. . ." Bob carefully set down the radio he'd been carrying next to the door, and pulled his BAR from his shoulder. Either something inside to prevent communication, or someone had blocked off the room from the outside to prevent communications

Is the door made of solid metal? Does Bob recall any other ways which someone might be able to get into the room? Contemplate but do not attempt breaching measures. In any case, he has his BAR out in case anyone starts shooting at him for some reason.

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.

You think about it and the answer that comes to mind is "Crowbar".

Team Boiler Cluster

"Yeah, lets go."

Follow Denver, staying alert the entire time.

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

As you say.

"Hans' here. Intuition tells me that it'll be good if we stick together for now. Also, something's wrong with my radio." Said Hans to Tala.

When Radioman arrives with the report, tell him that I am native German speaker, and I can help with inevitable interrogation.

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

Huh, that man you don't know is coming didn't arrive. How totally normal from your perspective.

Tala then saw a guy with a harmonica that she didn't recall was earlier present, but he seemed like a right ol' chap, much like the other right ol' chaps of her team. And British. Or American.

"Hey, could you play a tune for the nerves here? Doubt anyone outside the Mess Hall would hear though."

"Shoot, ain't we on a mission? But if y'all need some winding music, I can cook you up something nice babygirl. 1, 2, a 1-2-3-4-"

Hit a mean blues solo on my harmonica. Play it single-handedly, keeping one hand around the handle of the scattergun. The Nazis hate Blues music and can hone in on it from a hundred miles away, attuned to its sound like some rabid dogs.

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]

Something like this I would assume

[milo christiansen]

Root around in the medical locker looking for blood expanders and such, then finish fixing this guy up. Once done, prep a few tables and unpack the medical supplies for future casualties.

Edit: Also, tell anyone in the mess hall the following:

"I was headed up to the bridge when I ran into this guy, I'm going to stay here for now and make sure we are ready for more casualties, but I think that odd radio guy was headed to the bridge too, or at least he was going the same way. In any case, someone should go up there to check on things. I can't believe no one has called general quarters yet, just the thing I have seen are enough to do so, either the watch officers don't know anything is wrong or things are much worse than I know about. Also, can someone check the CIC? If something is wrong on the bridge that would be the other place to set off the GQ alarm."

"Anyway, enough suggestions. I should probably make sure everyone here knows what I know. There is a body frozen to the hull, big ol' hole blown in him and electric burns on the torso. There were gunshots outside earlier in case you couldn't hear them. There is some kind of... wall, or bubble, or some shit holding the storm back all around us" Smith shudders a bit "The storm bubble is too weird for words, it has to be seen to be believed. Frankly, I don't want to think too hard about it. Anyway, last thing I found was this guy, shot all to hell near one of the funnels." Smith checks the IVs to make sure they are flowing properly before continuing "So, we definitely have boarders on the ship, and I'm really worried. If any of you guys find more wounded, try to get them back here, or send a runner after me please."

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.

[Doomblade187]

Team Boiler Cluster

Take a quick peek in the engine room to look for the people hiding there. If they're gone, hunt around the area and then check in with teammates, figure out who's going where.

"Let's check on those engine room guys."

When we see they're gone:

"Huh. Let's fnd who took them, whaddya say?"

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

[Strider03]

"Hmm."

Bob continues to ponder. Specifically, where he might find a crowbar, and whether it would be ill advised to just try to shoot out the lock or hings or something.

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.

[milo christiansen]

Added to my action.