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[Strife26]

Hopefully.

[Golgath]

Put what remains of the crystals in the microwave. (I assume)

Approaching the plastic cup, Bran carefully picks it up, puts it into the microwave, and steps back a moment.  What was left of the crystals has melted, and now there seems to be a miniscule amount of liquid clinging to the bottom of the cup.  Setting the microwave to three minutes, Bran starts it then quickly moves backwards, to put some distance between himself and the microwave.  Five seconds...  Ten seconds...  Fifteen...  Watching idly (And starting to get bored), Bran looks around blankly, when suddenly there is a flash, a muffled bang (through the earplugs) and a nasty smell coming from the microwave.  Amazingly enough, the microwave simply continues going, and Bran quickly moves to turn it off.  It looks like this experiment didn't destroy it, at least.

Spoiler: Bran Greene (click to show/hide)

Health: Uninjured
Composure: Okay
Wearing: Casual clothing (Jeans, short-sleeved shirt) underclothing, battered pair of shoes
Carrying: Earplugs (used once) in pants pocket, and a cellphone, also in his pants pocket. 
Movement unhampered by weight
Fatigue: Somewhat weary

Spoiler: Shabby Apartment (click to show/hide)

Currently well-kept.
Contains small bathroom, three cabinets, one filled with plastic cups and silverware, the second containing five boxes of 'generic nasty cereal', and the final one contains six rolls of duct tape. It also contains a bed, small table, two chairs, and a suitcase, which contains two changes of clothes (casual) one change of clothes (business) his wallet (contains one bus ticket stub, twenty dollars, and a driver's license), a packet with seven pairs of earplugs, and the printout for his job.
The room also contains a small refrigerator, which holds some ketchup, a half-empty packet of coldcut ham, and a loaf of bread.  The fridge also contains a freezer, which holds a canister marked 'NG'.  It contains some form of crystalline material.
A microwave sits on the small table, smoking a bit (!) and containing the melted remnants of the plastic cup.

Something to note; the turns are only short because Bran is given simple tasks, which are accomplished quickly.  If he ends up doing something time-consuming, obviously time will be passing a bit quicker.

[Strife26]

Vent the microwave door.

[Wimdit]

Vent the microwave door.

Also, nitroglycerin in the fridge is an awesome idea.

[Golgath]

Vent the microwave door.

Also, nitroglycerin in the fridge is an awesome idea.

Just don't kick the fridge, man.

Uh, anyway, I'll put up a turn since Little isn't saying anything once I can stop being utterly lazy. 

[Little]

Clean out the microwave, search the apartment thoroughly, and then use your cellphone to call someone you can trust who isn't afraid to get their hands dirty.

[Golgath]

Uh, right.  No lazy.  Got it.

Vent the microwave door.

Clean out the microwave, search the apartment thoroughly, and then use your cellphone to call someone you can trust who isn't afraid to get their hands dirty.

Approaching the microwave, Bran opens the door, and finds himself gagging rather badly on the smoke.  Coughing all the way to the window, he manages to pry it open, which helps...  Somewhat.  There's still the problem of the smoke now coming out of his window, which can't look good, though it's clearing fast.  Taking a few deep breaths, Bran walks back to the microwave, gathers up the remnants of the plastic cup, and hastily deposits it on the table beside the microwave, which seems like it took the abuse very well.   He was pretty out of his league, here...  Trying to remember who might be a bit more knowledgeable about this sort of thing (and wouldn't be inclined to tell him to turn the stuff over to the cops or whatever), he could only think of Rikel.  Rikel Vanhouven was always a bigmouth, had some sort of problem against authority, and knew some rather unnerving things when you actually talked to him.  Bran wasn't particularly fond of him, but he might be able to do something with the stuff in the freezer.  At least, he'd probably pay Bran something for it, if nothing else.

Spoiler: Bran Greene (click to show/hide)

Health: Uninjured
Slightly winded
Composure: Okay
Wearing: Casual clothing (Jeans, short-sleeved shirt) underclothing, battered pair of shoes
Carrying: Earplugs (used once) in pants pocket, and a cellphone, also in his pants pocket. 
Movement unhampered by weight
Fatigue: Weary

Spoiler: Shabby Apartment (click to show/hide)

Currently well-kept.
Contains small bathroom, three cabinets, one filled with plastic cups and silverware, the second containing five boxes of 'generic nasty cereal', and the final one contains six rolls of duct tape. It also contains a bed, small table, two chairs, and a suitcase, which contains two changes of clothes (casual) one change of clothes (business) his wallet (contains one bus ticket stub, twenty dollars, and a driver's license), a packet with seven pairs of earplugs, and the printout for his job.
The room also contains a small refrigerator, which holds some ketchup, a half-empty packet of coldcut ham, and a loaf of bread.  The fridge also contains a freezer, which holds a canister marked 'NG'.  It contains some form of crystalline material.
A microwave sits on the small table, beside the remnants of a plastic cup.
The window is open, it is starting to get dark.
There is some lingering smoke in the room.

If you see any mistakes or fun stuff like that, just let me know.

[Strife26]

Take the canister, open it. Then use some of the ducktape to make a half-shell boat. Put some of the explosive inside. Tape the rest of the shell up.

[Little]

Call Rikel, tell him you have a "delicate situation" and then tell him to come over. Give him your address.

[Golgath]

A lot of distractions today, so I don't know when I'll put the next one up, though I'll try for 'soon'.

[Archangel]

Have a look at the printout for the job.

[Golgath]

Still have company over, so I probably won't be able to put up the turn tonight...  Which is a shame, since things are actually starting to get interesting.

[Golgath]

Rightio!  Back on track.  Sort of. 

Take the canister, open it. Then use some of the ducktape to make a half-shell boat. Put some of the explosive inside. Tape the rest of the shell up.

Call Rikel, tell him you have a "delicate situation" and then tell him to come over. Give him your address.

Have a look at the printout for the job.

Bran gets the idea to try to make something to hold the material for practical use, and takes two rolls of duct tape and gets to work.  Half a roll of wasted duct-tape later, all he has to show for his efforts is a mess of duct-tape stuck together in an ineffective manner.  Replacing the duct-tape, then washing his hands, Bran decides to try to call Rikel.  Maybe he can help make something of this opportunity.  Pulling out his phone and tapping in the number, Bran waits for a few moments while the phone rings.  A cheery voice inquires "Hello?"
'Hey, Rick, it's Bran.  Remember me?'
"Ah...  Right.  Bran.  Met you a while back.  What's up?"
'I found something that you might find interesting.  Would you be able to meet up with me, so we could discuss it further?'
"I dunno, Bran.  Didn't you move for some job or something?"
'Yeah, I'm down in Rilton now, but this doesn't have anything to do with the job.'
"Ah...  Maybe some other time, right?  I'm a busy guy.  We can talk about it...  Tomorrow maybe.  I could use some sleep.  You take care, Bran."
Before Bran could respond, the phone hung up.
Grinding his teeth, Bran couldn't believe it.  What a waste of his time.  That bastard didn't even try to figure out what he was actually talking about.  Maybe he wouldn't be of any use after all.  Trying to take his mind off of it, Bran opens up the suitcase and pulls the slightly battered printout from his suitcase.  Scanning through it quickly, he replaces it before sitting down on the bed, trying to calm himself down. 


_______________________________
Brider & Flaven Security Agency

Mr. Greene, you have passed our preliminary psychological and evaluation exams, and are now qualified to go to an investigative meeting with one of our managers.  You will need to come to our offices in Rilton, at the address 1322 Thoroughway.  For further information, please call us at 442-153-2266

Bravian Richards,
B&F Security,
Human Resources
________________________________

Spoiler: Bran Greene (click to show/hide)

Health: Uninjured
Composure: Angry
Wearing: Casual clothing (Jeans, short-sleeved shirt) underclothing, battered pair of shoes
Carrying: Earplugs (used once) in pants pocket, and a cellphone, also in his pants pocket. 
Movement unhampered by weight
Fatigue: Weary

Spoiler: Shabby Apartment (click to show/hide)

Currently well-kept.
Contains small bathroom, three cabinets, one filled with plastic cups and silverware, the second containing five boxes of 'generic nasty cereal', and the final one contains five and a half rolls of duct tape. It also contains a bed, small table, two chairs, and a suitcase, which contains two changes of clothes (casual) one change of clothes (business) his wallet (contains one bus ticket stub, twenty dollars, and a driver's license), a packet with seven pairs of earplugs, and the printout for his job.
The room also contains a small refrigerator, which holds some ketchup, a half-empty packet of coldcut ham, and a loaf of bread.  The fridge also contains a freezer, which holds a canister marked 'NG'.  It contains some form of crystalline material.
A microwave sits on the small table, beside the remnants of a plastic cup.
The window is open, it is dark outside..
There is a little smoke in the room.

[Strife26]

Look around for a phone book.

[Golgath]

Still waiting on some more input.