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[Ozarck]

Enjoy the swank. The swank, guys, the swank!

Also, as Radio said, continue our 'data gathering' in our very special 'inconspicuous' way.

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
2 L type Flashlights
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
3 Satchel Charges (Risk 7)

Knife (Risk 2)

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
One fancy (Nylon!) hat with ear flaps

290 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. 

Mission equipment: Bribe money, wire rim spectacles, an oversized Rubber Ducky, touristy clothing.

[syvarris]

"Good luck, Tala.  I'll keep ya safe, just stay in sight of the roof."

Keep watch from the roof, and make sure the De lisle is loaded and at the top of an open bag, ready for use.  If Alice is visible from here, watch her with binoculars; otherwise, watch over Tala.  If either gets attacked, shoot the attackers.

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.  He has six firearms chained to his back, along with an assortment of knives and a sniper rifle he's always carrying around.  He's wearing an "inconspicuous" birdwatcher outfit, while carrying a small arsenal of firearms in bags.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +0 (Unless his disguise includes a helmet)
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
  
• 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)
• Scoped De Lisle carbine [11/11] (silent)

Looted Inventory:

• Helmet (+1 Life bonus, Single Use)
• MG 15 [37/75]
• Scoped Gewehr 43 [10/10] (Risk 3)
• Two Gewehr Magazines
• Mauser C96 [10/10]
• Angular Nazi Lightning Rifle [10/10] (Risk 4, hopefully silent)
• 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: 0.

[Doomblade187]

"Sounds like a good gig. I'm interested. How do I join up? I'm running low on funds, ya see."

Casually pick up a paper. Catch him if he runs.

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
    Trench Knife (Risk 3)
    Universal Kit

[Strider03]

"Nice place here. Probably gonna get a nap or some rest myself, prep up for stake out at night. Don't think I will, but somebody wake me if I oversleep."

Bob is gonna get some rest so he can hopefully stakeout for a larger portion of the night without passing out, and possibly follow someone. Does this mean he gets to. . . dream? Dream!

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: 115

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)
Supressor (makes pistol risk 8 if unnoticed)
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+Missions:
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.
Survived the attack on the USS St. Elijah.

[Egan_BW]

"Huh. Well, that is very odd, and not technically a crime so far as I'm aware, so carry on, then."

Walk away, without checking any of the papers. It's likely that this guy will tell his employers about this, and they'll be less concerned if the police aren't noticing that they're printing propaganda.
Insight check!: So, did it seem like this guy was telling the truth about just being a hired deliveryperson, or is he one of the printers?
Go report what I've found to the boss, ask his opinion.

Spoiler: Alice! (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: 50

Inventory:
Fancy hat
Police baton
Silenced pistol (2 risk normally, but 8 if unnoticed. Does not draw attention by sound. 8/8 shot)
2 pistol magazines
Handie talkie

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)
Silenced pistol (2 risk normally, but 8 if unnoticed. Does not draw attention by sound. 8/8 shot)

2 pistol magazines
Joan's Radio

[Tiruin]

"Good luck, Tala.  I'll keep ya safe, just stay in sight of the roof."

Before getting ready, Tala made sure the others knew the purpose of the vehicle. "If we get any leads--that means the other 888th out there, we can track using that vehicle. Perhaps I should've requisitioned an unmarked vehicle too, for better movement for people. Or a container van. We could watch over any delivery truck with our own vehicle is all.

"Did anyone see anything yet? Also Radioman, I still had a question for you back there."

Hey Rad; I thought you were out visiting the local bars. How did they take to you?

Also can you message the boss about one question? Whatever they're (the propagandists) doing should be noted as a legal business, or at least a front of one. What are the businesses running paper deliveries in this area? I had this niggling question at the back of my mind but didn't ask before we got here.

[dustywayfarer]

Charlie finds the petrol station manager and asks for a job. Once hired, Charlie repairs cars, striking up conversations with people until something suspicious is uncovered.

Spoiler: Charlie (click to show/hide)

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: +45 | Physical: +0 | Mental: +1 | Life: +0

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

Inventory: [Chaplin Equipment] [Universal Equipment]

Clothing: Knit cap, Gun belt /w Mag pouches, Holy Symbol (+1 Mental), Greasy Overalls
Weapons | Ammo: M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2), Luger(unknown shot and risk), Stiletto (risk 2, risk 5 if undetected), Knife (2 risk), 2 pistol magazines, 3 Luger magazines, 4 Grenades
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, Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel), Set of Lockpicks, Mechanics Tools

[piecewise]

((I like how parentheses are respected and I get quipped by the GM but also having the actions happen Thanks Piece. You are silly.
Piece: Is Syvarris' character on the same building with us? I'm asking because there are two buildings along Park Crescent, and am always linking the map for people to check in my action post.))

Location: With Strider03/Bob, undercover as birdwatchers. On a building bordering Park Crescent Street.
Any notes on the situation in this area? Tala radioed over the handie-talkie to all other 888th personnel not with her at present, making sure to speak as if she was birdwatching, while staying with Bob on the roof. "I've got a lot of suspicions," she said to Simon and any other 888th personnel nearby, "but they're all founded on a hierarchy of order. Whoever we see dropping the papers are just pawns, paid or otherwise pulled into this. It'd take too long to slip into their ranks by rapport, I bet. Even simple compliments can get people talking; asking about the vehicles, logos, signs, symbols--anything that supports our image as cops (or whatever uniform we're in), and is innocuous enough to be asked normally.

"Anyway, time for me to begin sampling a bit of the local info."

Disguise, away! Go around the vicinity and check on the local papers being sold, seeing if there are any dropsites.

Spoiler: My Sheet (click to show/hide)

Glory: 0
Weapons:
(E) Silenced Pistol [8/8]; [8/8 ammunition total]

Equipped Weapon Skill: +0 [+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:
(Worn) Journalist's Uniform; disguising to not look female, and blending in the dark.
(Worn) A Flat Cap*
*(Worn) A Helmet hidden by a flat cap {Just for the game mechanic to apply?}
A few pens, which can be used as lockpicks
Binoculars
1 Carry-bag (Medic Bag)
2 smoke grenades (hidden)
1 military beret (hidden)
1 Birdcalling-whistle
2 Handie-talkies
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass
1 Mirror
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)

1 "Birdwatcher" themed van, carrying all equipment below in the other spoiler. Its driving controls are pretty much a joystick.

Spoiler: Other equipment spoiler, because I've listed ownership of a transport vehicle above (click to show/hide)

Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 (5 shot, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close)
2 springfield magazines
2 Medic Bags
Probably a lot of tinfoil
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Sewing kit
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Mess kit
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches

Tala noticed the Radioman in passing, and decided to ask him directly--as she was sure he had an...integrated handie-talkie, given that he still had that esoteric body paint all over his angular head. Hey Rad; I thought you were out visiting the local bars. How did they take to you?

((Silly is a polite way of describing what I am, I suppose))

You find a few newstands selling papers and magazines. You show them a copy of the defeatist paper you found and ask if they have any of them. No one does and one man working a stand even gets fairly angry at the paper and you by association. You calm him down by explaining you're just trying to find a newstand that's been dumping trash near your house.

Also yeah, sy is on your building.

Rinse and repeat: start gathering information and clues in our own, oh-so inconspicuous way.

Spoiler: Radioman (click to show/hide)

Name: Radioman

Description: A radioman.

Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: 0

75 GLORY

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

2 grenades
1 blowtorch
flyzapper gun (risk: ??)

Enjoy the swank. The swank, guys, the swank!

Also, as Radio said, continue our 'data gathering' in our very special 'inconspicuous' way.

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
2 L type Flashlights
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
3 Satchel Charges (Risk 7)

Knife (Risk 2)

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
One fancy (Nylon!) hat with ear flaps

290 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. 

Mission equipment: Bribe money, wire rim spectacles, an oversized Rubber Ducky, touristy clothing.

You two wander about the bar, asking in obtuse ways about various things; shadowy men, secret newspapers, 'The Swank', etc.  You find out exactly one thing: some guy with a goatee has been getting drunk down here  and talking about how the allies should end the war and just try to negotiate. He has a copy of that paper you're talking about, keeps quoting from it or showing statistics.

"Good luck, Tala.  I'll keep ya safe, just stay in sight of the roof."

Keep watch from the roof, and make sure the De lisle is loaded and at the top of an open bag, ready for use.  If Alice is visible from here, watch her with binoculars; otherwise, watch over Tala.  If either gets attacked, shoot the attackers.

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.  He has six firearms chained to his back, along with an assortment of knives and a sniper rifle he's always carrying around.  He's wearing an "inconspicuous" birdwatcher outfit, while carrying a small arsenal of firearms in bags.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +0 (Unless his disguise includes a helmet)
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
  
• 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)
• Scoped De Lisle carbine [11/11] (silent)

Looted Inventory:

• Helmet (+1 Life bonus, Single Use)
• MG 15 [37/75]
• Scoped Gewehr 43 [10/10] (Risk 3)
• Two Gewehr Magazines
• Mauser C96 [10/10]
• Angular Nazi Lightning Rifle [10/10] (Risk 4, hopefully silent)
• 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: 0.

You can definitely watch alice, but tala wanders around a bit so there are times when she isn't really visible.

"Sounds like a good gig. I'm interested. How do I join up? I'm running low on funds, ya see."

Casually pick up a paper. Catch him if he runs.

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
    Trench Knife (Risk 3)
    Universal Kit

The man shrugs and says someone just asked him about it while he was sitting around making another delivery near the Park Crescent.

"Nice place here. Probably gonna get a nap or some rest myself, prep up for stake out at night. Don't think I will, but somebody wake me if I oversleep."

Bob is gonna get some rest so he can hopefully stakeout for a larger portion of the night without passing out, and possibly follow someone. Does this mean he gets to. . . dream? Dream!

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: 115

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)
Supressor (makes pistol risk 8 if unnoticed)
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+Missions:
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.
Survived the attack on the USS St. Elijah.

You get some sleep. Sadly your dreams are completely uneventful and unmemorable. Perhaps this is not a good place?

"Huh. Well, that is very odd, and not technically a crime so far as I'm aware, so carry on, then."

Walk away, without checking any of the papers. It's likely that this guy will tell his employers about this, and they'll be less concerned if the police aren't noticing that they're printing propaganda.
Insight check!: So, did it seem like this guy was telling the truth about just being a hired deliveryperson, or is he one of the printers?
Go report what I've found to the boss, ask his opinion.

Spoiler: Alice! (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: 50

Inventory:
Fancy hat
Police baton
Silenced pistol (2 risk normally, but 8 if unnoticed. Does not draw attention by sound. 8/8 shot)
2 pistol magazines
Handie talkie

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)
Silenced pistol (2 risk normally, but 8 if unnoticed. Does not draw attention by sound. 8/8 shot)

2 pistol magazines
Joan's Radio

You casually walk away and report back. The guy seemed truthful in that he was just paid to do this. He had that "Yeah, sure, whatever" air of a man not really connected to what he's doing. It was a job and nothing more.

You let the people in charge know and they confirm that van drivers they picked up and questioned before had no real connection to the printers and were hired for only a handful of deliveries before they were rotated out.

Charlie finds the petrol station manager and asks for a job. Once hired, Charlie repairs cars, striking up conversations with people until something suspicious is uncovered.

Spoiler: Charlie (click to show/hide)

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: +45 | Physical: +0 | Mental: +1 | Life: +0

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

Inventory: [Chaplin Equipment] [Universal Equipment]

Clothing: Knit cap, Gun belt /w Mag pouches, Holy Symbol (+1 Mental), Greasy Overalls
Weapons | Ammo: M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2), Luger(unknown shot and risk), Stiletto (risk 2, risk 5 if undetected), Knife (2 risk), 2 pistol magazines, 3 Luger magazines, 4 Grenades
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, Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel), Set of Lockpicks, Mechanics Tools

You ask for a job and the guy promptly tells you he ain't got no positions. He says it in a more english manner but the gist is the same.

[Radio Controlled]

Is this man of questionable style choices around? If not, when can we expect this person to arrive, or do they perhaps know where he lives?

Spoiler: Radioman (click to show/hide)

Name: Radioman

Description: A radioman.

Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: 0

75 GLORY

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

2 grenades
1 blowtorch
flyzapper gun (risk: ??)

[Tiruin]

((Could I ask how handie-talkies work? Can I contact a specific person or something?))

Tala shifted to contact Bob and Simon. No word from Radioman or the other 888th meant no information flow, and she was sure her handie-talkie didn't have enough...range--was the best word she knew for it--to reliably contact the others.
I'm thinking it won't be that simple is all, she said after relating what she experienced. No special team won't be called in for something the local authorities can handle. Did anyone catch where our deliverers are getting their supplies? That's the best target we can aim for rather than aiming at the drivers, even if they're a good lead themselves. There must be a management to this. Going to double check with who I guess is a reliable guy.

Ask around for... ((um, what I could think is best for this situation. I don't know the concise term for the handler of deliveries.))
Ok, ask that man who got angry about how he gets his papers. Drift into casual conversation about the topic, but inquire about what he thinks--what the locals think too, since he's running a newstand himself. (like how long this [pertaining to these 'news' I just angered him with] has been going on and whatnot)

Spoiler: My Sheet (click to show/hide)

Glory: 0
Weapons:
(E) Silenced Pistol [8/8]; [8/8 ammunition total]

Equipped Weapon Skill: +0 [+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:
(Worn) Journalist's Uniform; disguising to not look female, and blending in the dark.
(Worn) A Flat Cap*
*(Worn) A Helmet hidden by a flat cap {Just for the game mechanic to apply?}
A few pens, which can be used as lockpicks
Binoculars
1 Carry-bag (Medic Bag)
2 smoke grenades (hidden)
1 military beret (hidden)
1 Birdcalling-whistle
2 Handie-talkies
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass
1 Mirror
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)

1 "Birdwatcher" themed van, carrying all equipment below in the other spoiler. Its driving controls are pretty much a joystick.

Spoiler: Other equipment spoiler, because I've listed ownership of a transport vehicle above (click to show/hide)

Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 (5 shot, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close)
2 springfield magazines
2 Medic Bags
Probably a lot of tinfoil
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Sewing kit
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Mess kit
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches

[Radio Controlled]

Tala shifted to contact Bob and Simon. No word from Radioman or the other 888th meant no information flow, and she was sure her handie-talkie didn't have enough...range--was the best word she knew for it--to reliably contact the others.

((Actually, I think you can assume that unless my character is in a bad situation somehow, that your radio messages will be relayed by him when needed. I'm just not really feeling like typing it out every time. Sorry, too lazy  -.- ^zzz

[syvarris]

Keep watching female officers from the rooftop, like an absolute creep.  Silently shoot anyone who attacks them.

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.  He has six firearms chained to his back, along with an assortment of knives and a sniper rifle he's always carrying around.  He's wearing an "inconspicuous" birdwatcher outfit, while carrying a small arsenal of firearms in bags.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +0 (Unless his disguise includes a helmet)
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
  
• 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)
• Scoped De Lisle carbine [11/11] (silent)

Looted Inventory:

• Helmet (+1 Life bonus, Single Use)
• MG 15 [37/75]
• Scoped Gewehr 43 [10/10] (Risk 3)
• Two Gewehr Magazines
• Mauser C96 [10/10]
• Angular Nazi Lightning Rifle [10/10] (Risk 4, hopefully silent)
• 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: 0.

[Strider03]

Darn. Keep sleeping, I guess. What time of day is it right now?

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: 115

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)
Supressor (makes pistol risk 8 if unnoticed)
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+Missions:
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.
Survived the attack on the USS St. Elijah.

[Ozarck]

Await the goatee'd man of letters. Sit and listen to his spiel, should he arrive today. Nod along thoguhtfully, and mutter something about how "America should hear this," and "The people ought to know." If he becomes interested and approaches us, mention our tabloid (the one we are pretending to be editors of) and hint that a broader audience might be beneficial. Try to do all this without pissing off the actual locals.
Meanwhile, engage in billiards, darts, and bar-room bets. Especially the ones related to men with radios for heads (maybe).

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
2 L type Flashlights
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
3 Satchel Charges (Risk 7)

Knife (Risk 2)

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
One fancy (Nylon!) hat with ear flaps

290 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. 

Mission equipment: Bribe money, wire rim spectacles, an oversized Rubber Ducky, touristy clothing.

[Doomblade187]

"Damn, sounds like I need to get lucky. Can you tell me who to look for, at least?"

Ask. Catch him if he runs.

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
    Trench Knife (Risk 3)
    Universal Kit