Emilio pauses for a moment, thinking. "You have any experience as a guide senor? If so, you'll be the guide for this mission." Like some of the others, Emilio walks over to the vehicles.
Yeah. I have exper-- he just...he just...walked away. Okay. *I follow Emilio*
OOC:
IC: Emilio gives a thumbs-up without turning in your direction and approaches a vehicle, but then turns and heads over to the check-in guys.
With most of the people assembled, Craig pulls himself up onto the hood of a military-looking truck. He speaks into his radio, still connected to the intercom. "FIRST OFF, GOOD JOB! THAT'S OUR THIRD DINOSAUR NOW, MEANS A HIGHER FOOD BILL FOR ME, BUT LESS HAVOC IN THIS WORLD. FAIR TRADE, I GUESS." He motions to where a group of NPC guards are loading up the duckbill.
"I THINK I SPOTTED A SECOND OUT THERE, THOUGH. WE'RE GONNA NEED TO MAKE A SWEEP. I'M FORMING YOU GUYS INTO TEAMS. A, B, AND C ARE ALREADY DIVIDED UP. 'D' WILL BE COMPOSED OF OUR VOLUNTEERS. THEY'RE GONNA TAKE THE HONORS ON THIS LITTLE JOB. GET GEARED UP GUYS." He pauses. "BUT FIRST, I WANNA LET YOU KNOW WHAT I'M EXPECTING."
He sits down, and lowers his voice. "I'm gonna be honest here guys. I'm sick of seeing fatalities on the front page of my newspaper. Dinosaurs are great. They're amazing animals. But they're animals. There are humans out there dying because people are scared to make dinosaurs extinct for a second time. I'm not. If you can tranq them, great, good, I prefer that. If you can't, and your team is in danger, I want you guys to start using real bullets. I do not want to lose a guy."
He stands back up. "That's all. Go get that paradasaur...parasaurphus...para...whatever, the duckbill thing. Good luck. Emilio is top dog again."
The original duckbill has been transported to the back of the warehouse, which has giant cages set up for the containment of captured dinosaurs. It is successfully transferred into a cage.
OOC: Keys to the vehicles are available with the check-in guys. I'm expecting you guys to take a couple, especially a transport truck of some sorts. Basically anything you want is available (minivan, motorcycle, jeep, transport vehicles, a tank, though you won't be allowed to take that thing out for a spin on this yet ) You have 15 NPC volunteers with you, somewhat trained, mostly weaponized. You can make them drivers, medics, or commandos, no guides or tech.
Lucas shuffles over to Emilio. "Where am I needed?" he asks. OOC: Lucas is a commando.
"Let's grab a few vehicles then start the mission. Ready your non-leathel señor." Emilio heads over to the check-in guys.
Post by Waffle Dee of Revelation on Aug 8, 2018 12:18:54 GMT
Not really coming back yet, but I thought I'd list some random trivia about my character that may become relevant eventually =P
- They actually do know how to use the overly long pistol, and have striking marksmanship with it, but the Gun is Empty and they don't know that.
- They usually carry a box of a Japanese food called Pockys, which they eat sometimes.
- They carry a wallet with them, which contains, among other things, one ton of shaving cream and a spare car.
- They own a long, red trident adorned with a flower that they do know how to use, but they left it at home before going on their hot air balloon trip.
- They are part of a species made of sugar crisp, With ,/Xenophilius Foob thus made of sugar crisp themselves. Specifically, they are the 48372994826184th one.
This will probably never matter ever, but I just thought I'd expand on my character a bit =P
The guy pulls out a box of keys. "Grab one and hope you get lucky." He pauses. "Just kidding, they're labeled. Vehicle description, and license plate number just to make sure you get the right one."
IC: "Military Jeep?"
The check-in guy feels around in the box for a while, and pulls out a hello kitty key-chain. "Here ya go."
Alan Grant has been mostly laying low for the last decade-and-a-half, struggling with PTSD and being horrified at the fact that Jurassic World was a thing. Now a firm believer in Malcolm's chaos theory, he refused to attend the park even after 10 years of operation, and hated being right after the 2015 incident.
He was visiting California in 2018 when HOLY BRICKS YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED so he ran for it but stumbled across the warehouse. He decided to ring the doorbell and see what these idiots were up to so he could try and knock some sense into 'em.
Ding-dong!
OOC: WelCON aboard, seems all in order! The perimeter fence is still closed, but we'll make there was a doorbell on it, it seems like something this motley crew would install. You're just outside the CONpound.
IC: A soldier swings down from the roof and crosses over, grumbling all the way. "Darned door guards and their bathroom breaks. What's your name, bruh? You registered or anything?"
Not really coming back yet, but I thought I'd list some random trivia about my character that may become relevant eventually =P
- They actually do know how to use the overly long pistol, and have striking marksmanship with it, but the Gun is Empty and they don't know that.
- They usually carry a box of a Japanese food called Pockys, which they eat sometimes.
- They carry a wallet with them, which contains, among other things, one ton of shaving cream and a spare car.
- They own a long, red trident adorned with a flower that they do know how to use, but they left it at home before going on their hot air balloon trip.
- They are part of a species made of sugar crisp, With ,/Xenophilius Foob thus made of sugar crisp themselves. Specifically, they are the 48372994826184th one.
This will probably never matter ever, but I just thought I'd expand on my character a bit =P
OOC: *just shakes head* You win the award for the most bizarre RP character.
"Vehicle first, people later. They'll pile in sure enough if you get a transport." He motions to the box on the counter. "You're only allowed one, a second is extra charge. Just kidding, you're only allowed one, no exceptions. They're labelled. License plate number and description."
He notices the rifle you are carrying. "Hey, looks like you might want some ammo for that thing." He grabs a freshly-shaved Frank. "Get this man some ammo." Frank grumbles but goes off to look for some.
"Thanks!" Justin opens the box and begins sorting through his options.
OOC: We currently have two jeeps going, so either a transport van or one of the dinosaur cage truck would be a good idea. Unless of course you want to have Justin drive a motorcycle, I wouldn't mind seeing that. Seeing him driving a giant dinosaur cage truck might be just as good, though.
"Thanks!" Justin opens the box and begins sorting through his options.
OOC: We currently have two jeeps going, so either a transport van or one of the dinosaur cage truck would be a good idea. Unless of course you want to have Justin drive a motorcycle, I wouldn't mind seeing that. Seeing him driving a giant dinosaur cage truck might be just as good, though.
OOC: Definitely cage truck. How many people go in that?
IC: Justin picks out one of the dinosaur cage trucks. "Thanks for your help!" He walks over to the truck and looks it over. "I'm pretty sure I need a special license to drive this. Oh well! Who am I taking?"
The check-in guy feels around in the box for a while, and pulls out a hello kitty key-chain. "Here ya go."
IC: *Martin takes the key off of the key-chain and puts it in his pocket. He tosses the key-chain back on the check-in desk.* "Which way are the vehicles?"
Not really coming back yet, but I thought I'd list some random trivia about my character that may become relevant eventually =P
- They actually do know how to use the overly long pistol, and have striking marksmanship with it, but the Gun is Empty and they don't know that.
- They usually carry a box of a Japanese food called Pockys, which they eat sometimes.
- They carry a wallet with them, which contains, among other things, one ton of shaving cream and a spare car.
- They own a long, red trident adorned with a flower that they do know how to use, but they left it at home before going on their hot air balloon trip.
- They are part of a species made of sugar crisp, With ,/Xenophilius Foob thus made of sugar crisp themselves. Specifically, they are the 48372994826184th one.
This will probably never matter ever, but I just thought I'd expand on my character a bit =P
OOC: *just shakes head* You win the award for the most bizarre RP character.
The perimeter fence is still closed, but we'll make there was a doorbell on it, it seems like something this motley crew would install. 
