Tarran Smith"Wha... uhhh... that... urgh, I didn't need to see that..." Get moving towards the sphere.
[Will Roll 1] You spend some quality time retching in a corner, people just shouldn't Freakin' do that... (-15 Stamina) After you recover some of your composure you head through the breach in the wall.
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Taric Sizier"Alright, they have Psionics. keep your eyes peeled" Follow Tarran
[Will roll 4+1] Your statement has about the same inflection as 'Alright, I dropped my contact around here.' Tarran doesn't take the situation as well, and he empties his stomach in a corner, strange. When he's done you follow him through now bloody room, it doesn't really bother you at all.
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Dominique Wakeman"Damnit, what the FUCK was that shit!?" Dom yelled, trying to ineffectually wipe the blood and various organ bits off of her. After a few seconds she gave up, grumbling, then transferred her weapon to her dominant hand and picked up the shield again. "Fuckin' bullshit, man..." she grumbled. "That's it, I'm not taking any more damn hostages." She fell in step behind Tarran and Taric, feeling utterly disgusted. "Fucking psionics, man. How's that even work? I'm going to figure out how to do that." She shut up, however, as they left the room. No need to broadcast their position by continuing to vent. She would just beat the next group they came across extra hard for the discomfort.
[Will roll 4] Brilliant, getting drenched in blood was bad, -your clothes smelled horrible unless you washed them immediately- but the little bits of bone and organ were just the cherry on top. You manage to get most of the chunky stuff off, but you still look like a third rate horror vid. [Observation 4] You aren't exactly sure what that guy did, and you know it was an accident, but you think that you might be able to do it on purpose eventually... Occupying your mind with that instead of the bloody room you follow Tarran.
(Bloody Mary, +1 to intimidate rolls until you get clean, -3 to all normal social rolls until you clean up.)
Taric, Tarran, Dom: The hole leads to another office, this one looks like some kind of fire went through it. Everything is black and burned, scented like charred plastic and flesh. The actual door of the office is ajar and leads back out into the Emergency lit corridor, Tarran softly presses the door open and peeks out. The Corridor is abandoned, and more importantly you are on the other side of the obstruction. Right where the corridor picks up again are a pair of office chairs and a small end table that have obviously been dragged out here. There are two open boxes containing various packaged foods on the end table. There is a three-way intersection ahead, straight ahead is to the sphere, and the other branch of the intersection leads to the stairs up or down.
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Topic: Deviation-22. The End of All Things. (Read 526435 times)