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[inaluct]

"Well, it seems that most of us don't have a place to stay. Hmm."

Inaluct ponders.

"Wait, I have an idea! Why don't we all get together and rent a big house?"

((We should use this as an opportunity to set the stage for the weird sitcom thing.))

[Little]

"Well, would anyone really feel comfortable in a house with me?"

Little chuckles...

[Strife26]

I've been in worse situations, Lord knows.

". . ."

[inaluct]

Inaluct leans in towards Little and points at Strife before loudly whispering,

"PSSST. I THINK HE LIKES YOU."

[Strife26]

Bastard.


". . ."

[Little]

Little smiles sweetly and winks at Strife.

"I could probably stay with a few people I know. Some of them might object to CIA members of our group, but I'm sure me and Strife could get a bed."

She sticks out her tongue at Inaluct.

"Or we could get a hotel suite. I know some quick ways of getting money easy."

Little actually blushes after a second.

"It's not what you're thinking, either. Who here is armed?"

[Wimdit]

Wimdit breaks his silence. 'I think a better question is, who here is not? Based on what I've seen so far, I think pretty much everyone is a psychotic killer; they just hide it better than you. Regardless, I've got two pistols.'

He was perfectly fine with revealing his armaments status to a group comprised mostly of strangers he had just declared psychotic. Nothing wrong with that at all.

[Frelock]

"All I've got at this point is this here guitar," Frelock responded, being more cautious than his new-found "freinds."  Luke and Cheeetar knew what he was carrying, and that's all that needed to know.  "Killing folks with guitars and the power of love."  That or a 30 odd 6 bullet.  The former always seemed nicer (he got the idea from a gaming forum back in the old days), but the latter actually got the job done.

"As to our housing situation, I've got a freind of mine, goes by the name of I. C. Fobos, who happens to owe me a favor.  He owns an apartment building about two miles from here.  Doesn't have many tenements these days, though, so most of the rooms are empty.  CIA might catch on that he's a freind of mine though.  Bastard would sell his own mother for a few bucks if he thought he could get away with it.  But he knows not to mess with team BLU, and learned it the hard way too."  Yea, the hard way.  Devious bastard lost an arm for turning them in 8 years ago in Paraguay.  Still, it was something, which was better than anyone else was offering.

[Wimdit]

((Eh, wasn't Fobos banned? I've taken his place on Team BLU.))

[Frelock]

((Exactly, hence why he makes for a good name of someone who's not affiliated with the game directly.))

[Wimdit]

((Right, that makes more sense. Should have figured that out sooner.))

[Archangel]

(Hi guys. Haven't continued my story for a while)

Archangel, sitting in Boksi's house reflects on things. Those three muggers didn't deserve what they got, but at least it made me feel a lot better. He looks around. Where the hell it he? This place looks like it hasn't been lived in for days.
He gets up and opens the fridge, then proceeds to inspect it's contents. I wonder what that explosion I heard earlier was?

[Strife26]

"I have my handgun and my combat knife. I'd rather procure a longarm if possible."

[Little]

"And I have a rifle and a knife in my handy duffel bag! Let's go rob a store!"

[Strife26]

"I'd . . . rather not."

Maniac.