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I remain against the wall as each Reaper left the room, gauging each one's thought process and feelings about a suicide mission into Protoss territory. They seem to have made peace with what they are now. At least they did better then the last group.
ummm we got called to dinner and the Doc gave us the briefing for the next mission. now everyone is off to do ..... something before the next mission.
IC: I arrive at my room and immediately go for my bag. Opening it I shift through the contents for a moment before finding my Mini PDD's. These will be helpfull versus the Protoss .... I hope. I grimace at the possibilities of what the protoss might have at this place and what they might be able to do to my PDD's with their psionics.
I chuckle as I turn to face Ben. "I'm not shell-shocked...that's just a side effect of the stims I take," I reply to him, and then add, "Although...food sounds like a fantastic idea as of right now, I'm starving."
I follow Ben to the room where dinner was supposed to be held. (We'd get there extremely late, thus missing dinner, just as an OOC note for those of you wondering what the hell I'm doing~)
Edited by Mockingjay on 12/26/2012 5:12 PM PST
If you wish to slaughter someone, Ben would be an excellent frame. Jenny would be an excellent victim.
HBRB, is that you? Welcome, welcome! I do hope you will decide to join my humble RP.
As to your question, SF, there are cameras pretty much everywhere. The trick would not be in finding a room with no cameras, but a blind spot in the cameras.
There are even cameras in the bathrooms! *horror*
However, while there are cameras in the living quarters, I doubt anybody would do anything if they blocked... especially if it looked like there was a good excuse for blocking them, such as things of a private nature occurring.
IC: "If you missed dinner, that is... unfortunate." My voice comes suddenly from behind the two Reapers. "However, the problem can be rectified. I am sure we can find something for you. Allow me to escort you to where you will be eating in the future."
I escort Jenny and Ben to the mess hall, and on the way repeat everything I told the others during dinner. Which, I must admit, isn't all too painful. I never mind explaining my own genius more than once.
Edited by KnarledOne on 12/27/2012 4:55 AM PST
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