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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.

Medical locker?

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

Gonna assume you check the engine room and then, when it is empty, head to the mess hall. However, you don't know about the clicker code I think, so they probably won't let you in.

"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.

A Prybar might be in the engine room...or boilers. Shooting wouldn't really help with ice on the INSIDE of the door when you are outside it.

"Eep!

Blast some noise. Make it LOUD. The kind of LOUD that shatters glassware and ruptures eardrums. Then try to wiggle free from his grip and go wee wee wee all the way home.

Should this little piggy fail to get free, just, uh, play it cool and offer them some cigs. Freaks of nature with Nazi disposition still smoke, right? Even after running into a soundwall?

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

[Radio roll:6]
The thing that comes out of your speakers is not a human voice. Its a strange modulated mix of air-raid siren and high pitched scream, joined by the screech of electric guitars and the bone shaking deep thud of drums. It starts out deafening and only grows louder. Your entire body curls up with the effort of  sustaining it and a few seconds after you begin every window, lightbulb, and glass covered instrument or gauge within 30 feet shatters. The man holding you maintains his grip for a surprising period before he finally releases you and staggers back with his hands over his ears. You immediately scamper away, jumping the railing and leaping back down to the lower deck. Once there you slam the outer door close and wedge a shelf of food in front of it.

The NPCs, who are very confused why you keep calling them that

((I love you Piece c: And I mean that in a way that I love the humor being a lot better since I don't feel out of context. But oh no! XD This is not what I meant. ))

Tala quickly caught herself mixing up abbreviations where she meant NCO's, and apologized to the other personnel--no spy would be that polite to her, she mused, and even wondered if she insulted them or such (remembering details about America and people of color...and the implications that was wholly out of context), but corrected herself professionally.

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.

((So since Radio Controlled didn't return, nor his buddy, I'ma going by our recent note THANKS TO BOHRING))
After listening to Smith, Tala looks at the rest of the people and addresses the other man who told her vital information.

"Hey Bohring," Tala said, as if on coffee--meaning 'quite energetically' with so many actions she has been doing. "It has been a while. We are all trained soldiers, including those in the navy. We have extra weapons. We can leave a skeleton crew to defend the 'Mess Hall', relying on the clicker code. It has been a while since the two sent topside came back.

"I believe we should check in force. You, me, the rest of the ship's crew we found in the boiler room, and the other commandos. Who is with me? We'll be facing...unconventional enemies, but given these details? They aren't supernatural; you six are survivors and witnesses, so we'll be proceeding as a squad. As one. We have the objectives of finding the rest of our team (because the others are on the lower decks or the same deck we're on), getting our two lost troopers, and finding out what we can above.

"Also, we may finally have a use of a flamethrower on a ship," she said as a side comment, knowing the...diversity of the 888th.


Rally up the forces and note that everyone in the Mess Hall is invited to "Operation: Go on the ship deck and find out what happened to our literal radioman, and friend.

If we have at least 10 people (this includes the 6 guys we found, who will be armed with...whatever extra ranged weapons we have in our inventories), proceed topside and look for our missing two fellows.

Also leave a note to the others: "Will be back from going above deck. If not back, in a few minutes and other teams returned from below or the same deck: Assume reinforcements needed; use personal insight as to timing."

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

You put out the rallying cry for at least 10 people, including the 6 you found, to follow you upstairs.

"Whatever happened to Radioman, this can't be good at all. The only good thing is that we may finally capture the infiltrators. I hate playing hide and seek.."

Hope that my ears will hear something loud and unusual. If Hans hears something loud and unusual, track down the sound to the place where it originated.

When tracking down the sound, keep low. No need to be Rambo.

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

You volunteer to join the 10 people Tala needs to go topside but then immediately head up as soon as you hear the very distinctive sound that Radio is making upstairs. Its muffled from down here but still loud enough to vibrate the tables and your teeth.

Team I'm Not Sure About That One Guy (INSTOG)

Charlie clumsily makes his way through the pit of ice-balls to the door. Looking right and left, he wonders where he should go. If no obvious danger is in sight, Charlie climbs up to check the ship's guns, telling Denver where he's going.

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

"I'll go with Charlie incase he needs any help."

Follow Charlie to the guns, making sure to keep an eye on the surroundings.

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

You only get as far as the lower deck when the Radio scream hits and you end up on the ground, clutching your heads.  Radio runs past a minute later and heads below deck, slamming the door behind him.

Join Tala in "Operation Upper Deck". Get ready to follow anyone who heads that way.

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'm going to assume that you, tala and Hans all head upstairs when the screaming starts and find Radio at the door out onto the deck, presently shoving the shelf in the way of it.

He's only been gone a few minutes ((one turn)). No need to panic yet. I'm sure he's fine. Probably.

Alright, listen up gang. A few clicker codes to help us organize, since it looks like there are definitely hostiles on board. Two Clicks followed by one click for hostiles forward. Two clicks followed by three clicks for hostiles aft. Four clicks together for all clear. two clicks by two for enemies above and one click by two for enemies below.

Ed will consider reasonable places and methods for placing traps. Of particular interest is the bridge. He'd ideally like to isolate the bridge from the rest of the ship. If any reasonable trapping plans come to mind, he'll begin implementing them, with a warning to the others. If none really come to mind, he'll remain in the mess hall as communications coordinator.

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. 

Well, the best way to do it might be moving forward in a search pattern and placing traps behind you. That way you can retreat from enemy forces and draw them into traps.

[milo christiansen]

Try to get info out of my patient, such as exactly what happened to him. I'm going to assume last turn's actions worked despite GM failure. If not repeat them this turn.

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.

Medical locker?

((Do you actually read people's posts? Obviously not. Obviously you don't know anything about WWII destroyers either. Honestly, my opinion of you as a GM keeps going down. Fine. Let me say it again: The mess hall on a WWII destroyer served double duty as the ship hospital. When the ship is at battle stations the area is cleared, and prepared for casualties. So yes. Medical locker.))

[Radio Controlled]

"WEEOO WEEOO NAZI'S ON THE BRIDGE WEEOO WEEOO BIG AND SCARY WEEOO WEEOO GO SHOOT THEM."

Go report what I saw and heard back to my handler. Also inform people I pass on the way there in brief.

By the way, is there something like an armory near here I could raid to arm myself? Failing that, what about one of those 50 cals or heck, one of those 5 inch guns?

((Do you actually read people's posts? Obviously not. Obviously you don't know anything about WWII destroyers either. Honestly, my options of you as a GM keeps going down. Fine. Let me say it again: The mess hall on a WWII destroyer served double duty as the ship hospital. When the ship is at battle stations the area is cleared, and prepared for casualties. So yes. Medical locker.))

((Hey, PW is only human, so he misses things sometimes. It happens, nothing to get so worked up about (even though I've been frustrated about it myself in the past at times, it's not that I can't relate). If you wanna make sure he sees it, put it into your bolded action, so that even if he's short on time and rushes to get a turn out he'll see it and be able to process 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

[Ozarck]

I guess he found them!

Anyone trying to get into the mess hall should give proper identification. Once they are vetted, they should be given the clicker code.

Meanwhile, Ed will hustle on up to where Radio and the gang are, take a report, and begin the trapping procedure that you suggested.

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. 

((Do you actually read people's posts? Obviously not. Obviously you don't know anything about WWII destroyers either. Honestly, my opinion of you as a GM keeps going down. Fine. Let me say it again: The mess hall on a WWII destroyer served double duty as the ship hospital. When the ship is at battle stations the area is cleared, and prepared for casualties. So yes. Medical locker.))

No, Piecewise does not read unbolded text, generally speaking, nor stuff in double parenthesis. Because, you know, ooc and RP are not generally things that the GM has that much time to respond to.

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.)
-character profile snipped-

note how you had this information in parenthesis, and unbolded.

[milo christiansen]

((Well then he the laziest GM I have ever seen in all my days, and is practically unworthy of the title.))

[Ozarck]

((Well then he the laziest GM I have ever seen in all my days, and is practically unworthy of the title.))

that's nice. take your whining to ooc, please.

[Doomblade187]

Team Mess Hall Door

Dive into cover, binoculars towards where Radio just came running from. If I see friendlies, make sure they see that I am NOT holding a gun in my hands.

_{"Was that the dude with the Radio...? What could have... Gah, my ears."}

If I see nothing:

"Hey, Radio guy. It's clear."

If I see Nazis, call out their location to Radio after identifying myself, and then draw my gun.

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]

Definitely tempting fate here have Bob do stuff on his own. Either he's not going to run into anything and get no Glory, or he's going to die.
"Boiler room or engine room might have something, and if we've got intruders or whatever's creating this ice on the boat, likely as not they'll have taken the engine room. Boiler it is then." Bob set off in the direction that he knew the boiler room to be, BAR in hand, safety off, but finger off the trigger.

Bob goes to the boiler room, as long as it's not too far away.

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.

[Tiruin]

I'm going to assume that you, tala and Hans all head upstairs when the screaming starts and find Radio at the door out onto the deck, presently shoving the shelf in the way of it.

"WEEOO WEEOO NAZI'S ON THE BRIDGE WEEOO WEEOO BIG AND SCARY WEEOO WEEOO GO SHOOT THEM."

"Where's your partner? Everyone, prepare your weapons. The deck is large and open, and there may be little cover. If they're up there, it's safe to assume nobody of ours is, but check your targets just to be sure."

Does everyone have a gun? If not, ensure everyone of our probably-around-10-person-team is armed, then we start getting on the bridge, cautiously to stay out of sight as to where I presume the bridge controls are.

"Also lower your volume, Radio...man," Tala said, unsure of his name...as his uniform didn't help identify him other than what she presumed was his insignia and role. "Where on the bridge are they? Numbers, weapons, any identifying identification? How did you get back, and why are you alone? What's the situation up there? Are they in the open, and what's the engagement range?"

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

[Doomblade187]

@Piecewise, would Denver and Radio have seen each other?

[syvarris]

Simon, who had been drifting off somewhere in the messhall, suddenly jerks up and starts shouting.

"Whuh?!  We're killin the Naughties, right?  Yeah, yeah!  You have my gun, and my other guns too!"

Join the big squad that's gonna assault the bridge!  Simon has three spare guns (two scoped rifles, one pistol), which he'll provide to anyone unarmed.

Oh, and he's still drunk.  When he suddenly stands up, he'll swat Smith (Milo's char) in the back of the head with his rifle's stock.  Accidentally, because drunk Simon is so clumsy~

Spoiler: Simon Smith, LUCKIEST Drunk (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
• 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!

[dustywayfarer]

A very startled Charlie looks where the radioman came running from, wondering what made him run that fast in the opposite direction, and takes cover by flattening himself against the nearest wall.

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

[TCM]

Damien finishes his blues solo only to realize that the mess hall crew has moved on.

Pull up my shotgun and go regroup with Tala's fighting team upstairs.

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]

[/quote]

[Radio Controlled]

Snipped like a throwaway joke that seems to confuse poor Filipinas.

"Ah, sorry ma'm.

I was just on my way to report to my CO so I'll have to make this short. I spotted a bunch of Nazi's on the bridge, in cold weather gear it seems and with strange silenced rifles. Not sure how many, at least half to a full dozen I think, but I did see a big bulking bruiser type, with a sweet 'stache. He got me by the, uhh..." The radioman blushed a little bit (not that anyone could see) while searching how to describe it. "Well, he got me, but I was able to, ah, talk him out of it. He's not as scary as he looks. You know the type, loud as a motorbike, but wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight."

"The bridge crew is all dead I think, so no help from there. Oh, and they had a special radioset that could pierce the static. Try to snatch that one in one piece for me, if you can?"

[CABL]

"Remember, it would be very good if we manage to capture some of them alive!"

Move along with Tala group.

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