In Santa Fe Springs California, in a run-down, edge-of-town location, there sits this warehouse. It was previously used for storing mattresses, but was abandoned, and later purchased on the fly by Craig Security. Craig Security is run and owned by Craig Lestings, the business previously was in charge of security measures for many of facilities in the area, but he has since pulled back into himself to form a team to respond to the arising crisis with the loose dinosaurs. While his own team is already fairly sizable, he also opened up applications for more members in hopes of getting some new recruits to bolster their numbers, and also in hopes of possibly attracting some people with previous dinosaur experience, and other valuable skills.
The warehouse itself has been deeply fortified, with makeshift walkways around the roof, hurriedly poured concrete walls surrounding the perimeter, and even a machine gun mounted on a small tower.
The interior is mainly one humongous room, but along the edge are ranged smaller rooms.
Check-in is at the main door. You are not admitted in until you have registered and received a badge. No one gets in without the badge.
In Santa Fe Springs California, in a run-down, edge-of-town location, there sits this warehouse. It was previously used for storing mattresses, but was abandoned, and later purchased on the fly by Craig Security. Craig Security is run and owned by Craig Lestings, the business previously was in charge of security measures for many of facilities in the area, but he has since pulled back into himself to form a team to respond to the arising crisis with the loose dinosaurs. While his own team is already fairly sizable, he also opened up applications for more members in hopes of getting some new recruits to bolster their numbers, and also in hopes of possibly attracting some people with previous dinosaur experience, and other valuable skills.
The warehouse itself has been deeply fortified, with makeshift walkways around the roof, hurriedly poured concrete walls surrounding the perimeter, and even a machine gun mounted on a small tower.
The interior is mainly one humongous room, but along the edge are ranged smaller rooms.
Check-in is at the main door. You are not admitted in until you have registered and received a badge. No one gets in without the badge.
An exceedingly average-looking man walks up to the door. Anyone there probably has difficulty focusing on him properly, because he is so very average. "Um, excuse me, do you know where I can find some gas around here?"
In Santa Fe Springs California, in a run-down, edge-of-town location, there sits this warehouse. It was previously used for storing mattresses, but was abandoned, and later purchased on the fly by Craig Security. Craig Security is run and owned by Craig Lestings, the business previously was in charge of security measures for many of facilities in the area, but he has since pulled back into himself to form a team to respond to the arising crisis with the loose dinosaurs. While his own team is already fairly sizable, he also opened up applications for more members in hopes of getting some new recruits to bolster their numbers, and also in hopes of possibly attracting some people with previous dinosaur experience, and other valuable skills.
The warehouse itself has been deeply fortified, with makeshift walkways around the roof, hurriedly poured concrete walls surrounding the perimeter, and even a machine gun mounted on a small tower.
The interior is mainly one humongous room, but along the edge are ranged smaller rooms.
Check-in is at the main door. You are not admitted in until you have registered and received a badge. No one gets in without the badge.
OCC: Woohoo! Let's get this party started. I.C:Lucas walks casually to the front entrance, brandishing his badge in front of the guards. "I believe there's some kind of meeting going on here? I was informed this would grant me entry?" He smiles patiently and slightly expectantly.
In Santa Fe Springs California, in a run-down, edge-of-town location, there sits this warehouse. It was previously used for storing mattresses, but was abandoned, and later purchased on the fly by Craig Security. Craig Security is run and owned by Craig Lestings, the business previously was in charge of security measures for many of facilities in the area, but he has since pulled back into himself to form a team to respond to the arising crisis with the loose dinosaurs. While his own team is already fairly sizable, he also opened up applications for more members in hopes of getting some new recruits to bolster their numbers, and also in hopes of possibly attracting some people with previous dinosaur experience, and other valuable skills.
The warehouse itself has been deeply fortified, with makeshift walkways around the roof, hurriedly poured concrete walls surrounding the perimeter, and even a machine gun mounted on a small tower.
The interior is mainly one humongous room, but along the edge are ranged smaller rooms.
Check-in is at the main door. You are not admitted in until you have registered and received a badge. No one gets in without the badge.
An exceedingly average-looking man walks up to the door. Anyone there probably has difficulty focusing on him properly, because he is so very average. "Um, excuse me, do you know where I can find some gas around here?"
A random heavily armored passerby points to a humongous vat of gas. "Over thar. You one of our new drivers?"
In Santa Fe Springs California, in a run-down, edge-of-town location, there sits this warehouse. It was previously used for storing mattresses, but was abandoned, and later purchased on the fly by Craig Security. Craig Security is run and owned by Craig Lestings, the business previously was in charge of security measures for many of facilities in the area, but he has since pulled back into himself to form a team to respond to the arising crisis with the loose dinosaurs. While his own team is already fairly sizable, he also opened up applications for more members in hopes of getting some new recruits to bolster their numbers, and also in hopes of possibly attracting some people with previous dinosaur experience, and other valuable skills.
The warehouse itself has been deeply fortified, with makeshift walkways around the roof, hurriedly poured concrete walls surrounding the perimeter, and even a machine gun mounted on a small tower.
The interior is mainly one humongous room, but along the edge are ranged smaller rooms.
Check-in is at the main door. You are not admitted in until you have registered and received a badge. No one gets in without the badge.
OCC: Woohoo! Let's get this party started. I.C:Lucas walks casually to the front entrance, brandishing his badge in front of the guards. "I believe there's some kind of meeting going on here? I was informed this would grant me entry?" He smiles patiently and slightly expectantly.
A man at a desk motions him over. "You here for check-in? What's your name?"
An exceedingly average-looking man walks up to the door. Anyone there probably has difficulty focusing on him properly, because he is so very average. "Um, excuse me, do you know where I can find some gas around here?"
A random heavily armored passerby points to a humongous vat of gas. "Over thar. You one of our new drivers?"
OOC: Before I continue, I want to clarify: Have we already signed up or are we coming here to volunteer?
In Santa Fe Springs California, in a run-down, edge-of-town location, there sits this warehouse. It was previously used for storing mattresses, but was abandoned, and later purchased on the fly by Craig Security. Craig Security is run and owned by Craig Lestings, the business previously was in charge of security measures for many of facilities in the area, but he has since pulled back into himself to form a team to respond to the arising crisis with the loose dinosaurs. While his own team is already fairly sizable, he also opened up applications for more members in hopes of getting some new recruits to bolster their numbers, and also in hopes of possibly attracting some people with previous dinosaur experience, and other valuable skills.
The warehouse itself has been deeply fortified, with makeshift walkways around the roof, hurriedly poured concrete walls surrounding the perimeter, and even a machine gun mounted on a small tower.
The interior is mainly one humongous room, but along the edge are ranged smaller rooms.
Check-in is at the main door. You are not admitted in until you have registered and received a badge. No one gets in without the badge.
(Lowery walks up to the door) “Hey, I heard you needed help? I’m Lowery Cruthers. You probably know me as the guy who saved everyone back on Isla Nublar three years ago. No? Well I came to help you out. I know every thing that ever happened in Jurassic World. I can get you into the conputers, give you directions, dinosaur information, anything. Just let me help.
OCC: Woohoo! Let's get this party started. I.C:Lucas walks casually to the front entrance, brandishing his badge in front of the guards. "I believe there's some kind of meeting going on here? I was informed this would grant me entry?" He smiles patiently and slightly expectantly.
A man at a desk motions him over. "You here for check-in? What's your name?"
Lucas walks towards the front desk. "Indeed I am. My name is Lucas Colt."
In Santa Fe Springs California, in a run-down, edge-of-town location, there sits this warehouse. It was previously used for storing mattresses, but was abandoned, and later purchased on the fly by Craig Security. Craig Security is run and owned by Craig Lestings, the business previously was in charge of security measures for many of facilities in the area, but he has since pulled back into himself to form a team to respond to the arising crisis with the loose dinosaurs. While his own team is already fairly sizable, he also opened up applications for more members in hopes of getting some new recruits to bolster their numbers, and also in hopes of possibly attracting some people with previous dinosaur experience, and other valuable skills.
The warehouse itself has been deeply fortified, with makeshift walkways around the roof, hurriedly poured concrete walls surrounding the perimeter, and even a machine gun mounted on a small tower.
The interior is mainly one humongous room, but along the edge are ranged smaller rooms.
Check-in is at the main door. You are not admitted in until you have registered and received a badge. No one gets in without the badge.
(Lowery walks up to the door) “Hey, I heard you needed help? I’m Lowery Cruthers. You probably know me as the guy who saved everyone back on Isla Nublar three years ago. No? Well I came to help you out. I know every thing that ever happened in Jurassic World. I can get you into the conputers, give you directions, dinosaur information, anything. Just let me help.
A man long, grey hair walks up. "Lowery! I have indeed heard of you! I was hoping you would join us, I have need of you!"
He grabs a badge and tosses it to him, then points to one of the rooms. "Follow me in here, and I'll show you what I have in mind."
Andrew walks in and looks around. He pulls out his badge and looks around.
A passerby directs him to the main desk, where he sees one attendant working with a man with wavy blond hair and stubble. A second one motions him over. "Welcome..." he reads off the badge. "Andrew!" He does some fast clicking on the computer. "Ah, I see you've got some previous dinosaur experience! How are you with a gun?"
(Lowery walks up to the door) “Hey, I heard you needed help? I’m Lowery Cruthers. You probably know me as the guy who saved everyone back on Isla Nublar three years ago. No? Well I came to help you out. I know every thing that ever happened in Jurassic World. I can get you into the conputers, give you directions, dinosaur information, anything. Just let me help.
A man long, grey hair walks up. "Lowery! I have indeed heard of you! I was hoping you would join us, I have need of you!"
He grabs a badge and tosses it to him, then points to one of the rooms. "Follow me in here, and I'll show you what I have in mind."
