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 Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 1:09 pm
Phone tagging OttoPeyton's phone buzzed, and she pulled it out of the band of her shorts and hit the button on the side to light up the screen. The message she saw after unlocking it was enough to make her lips curled, and her head lifted so she could search the walls and ceiling for vents. "Hey America, we have a security breach." And her cousin was apparently stuck. With a frown she typed him back a quick message. bittieface Text to Otto: Thanks for the heads up, we'll take care of them, but if you need help you're going to have to make some noise so I can find you.
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 1:12 pm
Mission Impossible FailSquinting around the room, hands on hips, America asked, "Got any names/locations/details? Konstantin has most of this covered, but someone may have slipped through."
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 1:14 pm
Mission Impossible Fail"Jerry and Dakota," she said quietly, lifting a hand to point op towards the nearest vent.''
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 1:15 pm
astrazilla Text from America:Dakota and Jerry are in the vents
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 1:15 pm
Vents:The only light provided was the dim light from his cell phone, which came alive again as Peyton replied. His fingers shook so badly his text was made up purely of gibberish pretending to be words. Beejoux Text from Otto:somethjnf hasmy anklje hekonuts tii dak ij ukk try and kicj Otto, in a complete panic and near the verge of a heart attack, kicked the little creature off his foot by kicking at the floor of the vent three times. He hoped that was enough noise, and hoped he hit that damned mini pet in the process.
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 1:17 pm
Vent
"Otto what are you doing!!" Jerry's heart leaped into his throat, "Oh, hell, oh hell abort abort!!" Panic fueling him, he scrambled back, trying to climb over Dakota- but it was a very tight fit.
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 1:20 pm
Vent:
There was a clear hint of BETRAYAL on Dakota's face as Otto hit the vent, obviously warning the ones down there.
"Otto you ******** remember this!" he shook his fist...and then Jerry was trying to crawl over him which got them both stuck because it's a ******** vent.
"Jerry you sonvabitch..." Dakota wheeze..."You're skinny but not that goddamn skinny, oh god...stop laying on me..." he was feeling violated to his core. Unlike the other two, he wasn't worried about being caught.
He got caught often.
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Baneful rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 1:21 pm
Truth or Dare
Chantelle held out hope that there was something palatable in the fridge.
There was a lot of racket, but there was always racket on Deus, she was interested in finding something to drink more. This time a beer was procured, she didn't expect it to taste better than the wine cooler, she didn't even open it in fact, hopeful she could trade it for something later on down the line.
"I don't know many more spooky truths. I mean like, other than things about vampires and stuff."
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 1:24 pm
Mission Impossible Fail
Kostya squinted up at the vents, his suspicion rising. There was an awful lot of sound being made up there, and he was Not Okay with it. If they had been in the basement, he would have assumed it was rats or lice or some other form of four-legged vermin.
America's text only confirmed that it was, in fact, two-legged vermin hiding up there.
With a glint of his glasses, he summoned Syntax and fired at the vent, just a little bit of a blast as warning.
"Girls only," he said, loud enough to be heard, "is time for you to be going, please. On count of three. Vun..."
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 1:26 pm
Vent
Jerry gave a yelp as the charge hit, the sound of the blow resonating through the vent, "We're trying!! WE'RE TRYING1!" He practically howled, on the verge of tears, "D-dakota, stop- stop squirming, I'm stuck!!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 1:29 pm
Vent:
"MAYBE IF YOU HADN'T CRAWLED ON TOP OF ME JERRY..." Dakota's voice raised in return, "Hey Kostya, remember all those like moon bro moments we had..." Dakota tried to say, "Help a bro out right?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 1:29 pm
Mission Impossible FailPale eyes widened at the text before narrowing down as she attempted to decode it, looking up again only as three hard bangs rattled over head. America was given a side long glance, but she didn't say anything as she tapped out a quick note to let Otto know she was coming to help. The vent the sound seemed to be coming from was very high up on the wall, well outside her reach, but Peyton was a clever girl. She wandered over to the nearest table and began dragging it over carefully. When it was more or less in place she slide a few boxes of chocolates aside before crawling up. On tip-toes she was just barely tall enough to reach the bottom of the vent, and she dug her nails under the edge to pry it off. At this point Kostya was firing at another of the vents, and Peyton grimaced before holding her phone up to the opening she made and turning it on so the bright screen would be visible from within. "Head towards the lght, Cus!" When she did get him out she was going to have to do some quick explaining. Kostya looked serious about his role as security detail.
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 1:34 pm
Mission Impossible Fail:
Shots fired made his panic and anxiety fire up ten fold. Those brutes where still in the vents somewhere, likely blocking escape. He didn't care if they were mad at him. He was mad first. He curled in a ball, wishing the nightmare would end.
The text was seen, and he just had to wonder how she'd get him out at all. It was dark. There was no way she'd...
His eyes caught sight of the light. Faint, but there. Freedom. The downside would be a room of females would be there to greet him, but.. well, his cousin was there.
Otto scrambled to the opening, getting out of the dark and cramped vent with Peyton's help. His face was paler than a sheet, his breathing tight, but he was free. He wheezed out, trembling.
"Tell Kostya to blow up the whole damned venting system."
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 1:34 pm
Of Cass and Cake
Something about 'girl's nights' made Cass feel really nostalgic. Mostly from missing cake.
And Julie.
And Clarice.
But she'd pretend it was mostly cake.
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Nothing Yet rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 1:37 pm
Truth or DareNow several drinks in, Mimsy spun the wheel with inflated confidence. Her ego was already pretty serious, so the only thing that really changed was the fact that she stared at Maebe with a smug, uneven smile as she waited for the wheel to stop. When it did, the smile only got wider. She cleared her throat and rolled up her sleeves before reaching into her pocket again. This time, the item she pulled from it was much more typical: just a regular ink pen. " Behold," she announced, head held high. "Rocket science." In the crook of her arm was a thick book, red and embellished with gold leafing, which had not been there before. With a steady hand, she began to write - it looked like a painful calculus equation, and she began to work through it as quickly as her hand could write it down.
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