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
"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.
"I think I'll stick to the jeep." Lucas grins, and takes the keys. "Thanks very much." He smiles at Emilio. "So what's the situation? You riding with me?" he asks politely.
OOC: Dunno, if LegoAgentFigure is okay with it. Seems like a good idea seeing as they're both commandos.
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?"
My name is Alan Grant, and I'd like to know what exactly is going on here. If I understand correctly, you're recruiting people to try and hunt downthe dinosaurs!?!? Have you any idea what they are capable of? Because I do, and let me tell you, they will hunt you down and kill you all before you even know what's happened. You need to get out of here. You need to get far, far away. There's nothing else you can do. Let the military handle this. And pray that they can.
"I think I'll stick to the jeep." Lucas grins, and takes the keys. "Thanks very much." He smiles at Emilio. "So what's the situation? You riding with me?" he asks politely.
OOC: Dunno, if LegoAgentFigure is okay with it. Seems like a good idea seeing as they're both commandos.
IC: Lucas takes the key and smiles. "You sure we won't take a minivan?" he laughs, then walks outside with Emilio. OOC: Woohoo!
"Hmm, maybe that would be a good idea." Emilio laughs as well for a moment, then continues "Well, let's hope the mission goes well. I'd hate for things to go wrong. I can imagine Craig would be unforgiving." Emilio walks up to a jeep. "This the one we have the keys to?"
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 Gun was always Empty. *Illuminati music* =P
Unless you can use determination as bullets, which my character can't =P
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?"
OOC: Just a driver and one passenger, unless you need to squeeze a third in. jvwedel, would Andrew like to ride with Justin?
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?"
IC: The check-in guy visibly deflates as he sighs and sticks the keychain away for later. "That-a-way." He points towards a group of four jeeps, one of which has already been claimed.
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?"
My name is Alan Grant, and I'd like to know what exactly is going on here. If I understand correctly, you're recruiting people to try and hunt downthe dinosaurs!?!? Have you any idea what they are capable of? Because I do, and let me tell you, they will hunt you down and kill you all before you even know what's happened. You need to get out of here. You need to get far, far away. There's nothing else you can do. Let the military handle this. And pray that they can.
"We're aiming for the capture, but yeah, hunting them is the alternative." The guy says. "Craig's the man to talk to. He's trying his hardest to keep us all safe here, but somebody has to do something, and the military quite frankly doesn't know where to go. They're being pulled in a hundred different directions, and anyways, foreign powers are threatening, now that they have their hands on some of the bad boys."
Craig meanwhile grabs Lowery and pulls him aside. He points to a van being loaded up. "Hey, I hate to interrupt your progress, but let's see if we can get you transferred to this van. The team is going to need you in the field."
IC: Lucas takes the key and smiles. "You sure we won't take a minivan?" he laughs, then walks outside with Emilio. OOC: Woohoo!
"Hmm, maybe that would be a good idea." Emilio laughs as well for a moment, then continues "Well, let's hope the mission goes well. I'd hate for things to go wrong. I can imagine Craig would be unforgiving." Emilio walks up to a jeep. "This the one we have the keys to?"
A soldier pops up next to them. "Want a radio? They're just ten bucks!" He cackles. "Just kidding, I'm supposed to be handing them out. Here's two. You guys have channel 4, like your squad number. Don't forget it."
The NPCs have scattered. Eleven of them are in a transport van, two more are riding in a second cage truck, and the final three are in a muddy old Ford truck that one of them brought.
Seeing him driving a giant dinosaur cage truck might be just as good, though. 
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. 
