The guy motions to follow him. "Check-in is over here." He snatches two badges off the table and throws them to the duo. "I'm not big on paperwork, these will do you for now. Gear is in the that room." He points at a cracked door.
IC: *Martin puts the badge on. Dustin sticks it in his wallet, which he puts in his front left pocket. They head through the door and look over all the weapons and equipment.*
"I live in World 4-Tower, but I recently decided to leave and begin traveling. It is a very long story, but I shall try to shorten it. Where should I start...? It was in the old days. I was out flying in my hot air balloon and as usual... but one day it happened. ...suddenly... a great... ...appeared and I... standing face to face... Then, the faraway... the pious... was... raised me up... ...was amazing... ...I was still so young then... I believed... ...But... our hearts were... ... ...and... ...then... ...so..." =P
OoC: This is a Paper Mario reference, copied near-perfectly from someone's dialogue =P The only thing I couldn't get right was the periods, there aren't nearly enough =P (also, I don't understand this either =P =P)
"Flying in a hot air balloon is normal for you...?" The guy just shakes his head. "Well, unless you're planning on signing up for the chase, I'm gonna have to escort you off the premises."
"Hmm... I ought to sign up, then? Do you have a paper or something else to sign, sir?" =P
IC: Emilio nods, then turns and approaches the duo.
OOC: You know, I just realised how out of practice I am at RPs. It's been quite a few months since I left the Castle RP which was the last one I was in.
IC: A guy standing in the room notices you. "Hey, pick a lethal and non-lethal. At least one apiece, past that, just not more than you can carry."
OOC: That was the last one I was in, and I dropped out a long time before that. I'm getting back in practice very quickly.
IC: "Already have a lethal señor." Emilio scans the weapons, then picks up a tranquiliser pistol.
OOC: Well you've been in RPs longer than I have. Wow, when I did I join the Castle RP? It's been so long.
IC: Oh yeah...I was a....manager there...*he stops for a second before changing the subject* I'm from Columbus, Ohio. I realize that's nowhere near Nevada, but...Columbus.
OOC:
With both of you geared now, the check-in guy motions that you can head back out. "Go claim some bunks, guys. They're in room #6."
*I walk back and grab a bunk on the bottom*
OOC: I'm on vacation currently so I won't be as active as I usually am.
The guy motions to follow him. "Check-in is over here." He snatches two badges off the table and throws them to the duo. "I'm not big on paperwork, these will do you for now. Gear is in the that room." He points at a cracked door.
IC: *Martin puts the badge on. Dustin sticks it in his wallet, which he puts in his front left pocket. They head through the door and look over all the weapons and equipment.*
A check-in attendant looks up from adjusting a precarious pile of rifles. "Lethal and a non-lethal apiece. Apart from that, you can take what you want. Just don't take more than your current body weight."
"Flying in a hot air balloon is normal for you...?" The guy just shakes his head. "Well, unless you're planning on signing up for the chase, I'm gonna have to escort you off the premises."
"Hmm... I ought to sign up, then? Do you have a paper or something else to sign, sir?" =P
"No, I don't. But they do." He points through a sunroof window atop the warehouse at a desk. "There's stairs down over there." He nods at the edge of the roof, which has a bit of a rickety ladder attached to it.
IC: A guy standing in the room notices you. "Hey, pick a lethal and non-lethal. At least one apiece, past that, just not more than you can carry."
OOC: That was the last one I was in, and I dropped out a long time before that. I'm getting back in practice very quickly.
IC: "Already have a lethal señor." Emilio scans the weapons, then picks up a tranquiliser pistol.
OOC: Well you've been in RPs longer than I have. Wow, when I did I join the Castle RP? It's been so long.
"That's fine." He says, eyeing it. "Just so long as it fires we're good."
OOC: Only by a couple months of unstructured troll-negotiating. Dunno, I think it was right around when I joined the JW Board, so like August 2015 or something...
An alarm suddenly blares around the compound, and most people immediately drop whatever they're doing and rush for the doors. The check-in guys, of course, merely pull out headphones and try and ignore the uproar.
A voice rises above the others. "PARASUROLOPHUS ON THE PERIMETERS! THE DUCKBILL THING. IT'S RIGHT ON OUR DOORSTEP, GUYS!"
OOC: Images shall be provided when I mention dinosaurs, cause even I don't have 90% of their names memorized.
IC: The man point him at check-in, and a check-in guy starts him through a relatively simple paperwork sign-up.
IC: As the alarm sounds, the check-in guy heaves a huge sigh. "You think they could turn down the volume a little bit. Ugh, I feel a headache coming on already."
Once he is given his badge, Justin follows the crowd of people.
IC: *Martin puts the badge on. Dustin sticks it in his wallet, which he puts in his front left pocket. They head through the door and look over all the weapons and equipment.*
A check-in attendant looks up from adjusting a precarious pile of rifles. "Lethal and a non-lethal apiece. Apart from that, you can take what you want. Just don't take more than your current body weight."
OOC: I was hoping to know what lethals, non-lethals, and gear you had.
"Hmm... I ought to sign up, then? Do you have a paper or something else to sign, sir?" =P
"No, I don't. But they do." He points through a sunroof window atop the warehouse at a desk. "There's stairs down over there." He nods at the edge of the roof, which has a bit of a rickety ladder attached to it.
I'm getting back in practice very quickly. 
