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*************SIM BRIEF****************
THE RENEGADE SHIELD AGENT HAS BEEN TAKEN AWAY, AND THE GROUNDS ARE QUIETING DOWN AGAIN. COMMANDER DENNING HAS DISAPPEARED, WITH NO WORD AS TO HIS WHEREABOUTS. ALL AVAILABLE TRACKING DEVICES HAVE NOT YET FIXED A LOCATION ON HAZARD.
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SCENE> THE BASE, MID-AFTERNOON...
<Wildchild> ::Snoring on his bed, bag next to the bed on the floor::
<Ripper> ::sits in the WR watching over the cameras::
<Torrent> ::sits on the couch about to doze off::I thought groups like these would do alot more stuff than this.
<Takillya> ::is in his room, reading up on the latest movie news::
<Dragon> ::paces the hall, looking tired::
<Torrent> ::gets up and stretches looking aroun::Where is everybody Mrs.Dragon-Lady? Uh...mean guy?
<Ripper> ::gets up and heads to the kitchen to get a drink::
<Dragon> ::mutters, then looks up at Torrent blankly:: Wha?
<Torrent> ::looks at Drags::I was just wondering where everybody was.
<Dragon> ::shrugs:: Don't know... sleeping maybe. Not like we've had much chance to do that in the last few days...
<Takillya> ::puts away "Entertainment Weekly" and goes down to the WR to see if Rip needs someone else to watch the cameras for a whiel::
<Torrent> Oh guess I wouldn't know. ::looks around boredly::
<Ripper> ::grabs the drink and heads back to th WR::
<Torrent> ::walks into the kitchen, grabs a juice, and sits at the table::Guess this isn't all it is cracked up to be. ::takes a drink::
<Ripper> ::gets back to the WR and kicks his feet up::
<Ripper> ::opens the 2 litre bottle of DP and drinks from it::
<Takillya> ::walks into the WR:: hey, Ripp.
<Ripper> hey Tak...whats up?
<Takillya> need someone to take over for a while?
<Ripper> nah...its all quiet
<Ripper> your welcome to join me if you want
<Torrent> ::gets up from his chair and starts to just walk around::((I guess I might as well get use to the place))
<Takillya> ok.
<Dragon> ::continues pacing the hall:: ((maybe I should check out that SOPHIA thing... nah, maybe later))
<Ripper> ::starts moving the cam through the building looking for Crude::
<Takillya> ::kicks back in a nother chair::
<Ripper> wonder where that Crude is
<Takillya> I think we should implant some device on him somehow to keep him in line.
<Crude> ::walks down the hall, heading in no particular direction::
<Ripper> i agree...i dont really trust him
<Torrent> ((I wonder where that guy with the pointy ears went off too))::looks into a few rooms and keeps roaming around::
<Takillya> Rip, you all right?
<Takillya> ::backs the chair up some::
<Ripper> ::sees Crude:: ahhhh there he is
<Dragon> ::walks into the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge:: Wha... what happened to my DP? ::scowls::
<Torrent> ::walks back into the kitchen::I saw that one guy with it when I first came in here.
<Ripper> ::sees Drags looking for the DP and drinks it all and puts the bottle under Tak's chair::
<Dragon> That one guy. Oy, does that help me or what?
<Torrent> ::shrugs::I don't know everybody's name...Uh Dragooness?
<Takillya> ::grabs the bottle and crushes it into a ball and toses it at Ripp::
<Ripper> ::tosses it back at Tak::
<Dragon> ::frowns, glaring at the refridgerator:: And I'm Dragon. Review the personnel files if you want to know who people are.
<Torrent> Ok sorry, ::sits back at the table::
<Takillya> ::throws it into the trash can::
<Dragon> ::finds the ice cream and sits down on the counter with a sigh::
<Torrent> ::looks over at Drags::Something wrong?
<Ripper> ((wonder if i should tell her where the stash of DP is....nah...itll all be gone))
Gambit is now known as Pulse
<Pulse> ::walks up to the gate:: ((Hrm...))
<Dragon> Considering the team leader is still missing, we just pulled a bunch of dead bodies out of a wrecked building, and I'm suffering from caffeine withdrawal... ::half-smiles::
<Takillya> ::slides his chair over to the computer and starts looking through old battles X-Factor had fought::
<Dragon> ACTION> SEVERAL CAMERAS ZOOM IN ON PULSE, IDENTIFYING HIM AS AN INTRUDER
<Ripper> +com+ Intruder alert
<Takillya> ::sees Pulse on the camera::
<Pulse> ::blinks, eyes dart about:: ((Great, I come here to help...)) ::sighs::
<Torrent> ::stands up::And I guess this is just Icing on the cake?
<Dragon> ::sighs:: +com+ Any ID on them, Rip?
<Takillya> should we initiate defenses or let the team take care of him?
<Ripper> +com+ not yet Drags
<Dragon> ((better not be some other halfwit villain...))
<Dragon> It could be someone Frost reached when she put out an alert, earlier...
<Ripper> +com+ should i ativate the defences?
<Dragon> +com+ Mmm... not yet.
<Pulse> ::looks for a button or something::
<Ripper> ::punches some commands into the comp trying to get an ID::
<Torrent> Well I hope so.
<Dragon> ACTION> THE DATABASE COMES UP ONSCREEN, ID-ING HIM AS PULSE, AN AFFILIATE OF THE X-MEN
<Ripper> +com+ its Pulse Dragon affiliate of the X-Men
<Dragon> +com+ Uh... ok. Let him in, i guess... if he starts blowing things up, we can take him out pretty easy.
<Ripper> ::opens the gate::
<Torrent> Well, that's a relief.
<Pulse> ::rolls his eyes and enters the grounds, walking to the front door::
<Dragon> ::being in the hall, heads to the front door and opens it slightly warily:: Hello?
<Ripper> ::keeps the cams focused on Pulse::
<Torrent> ::follows behind Drags::
<Dragon> ::waits for Pulse to say something:: We don't buy encyclopedias, soap, or Jehovah's Witnesses... does that answer any questions of yours? ::grins slightly::
<Pulse> ::waves:: I'm here, cause someone sent an alert call.
<Dragon> Ahh... 'twould have been Frost. The trouble's kinda over... come in ::opens the door wider and steps back::
<Takillya> We don't buy Jehovah's Witnesses?
<Torrent> ::snickers at Drags::
<Pulse> ::snickers:: Thanks ::enters:: ((Nice place..))
<Ripper> ::looks at Tak and shrugs:: guess not
<Dragon> ::distracted look around:: {{Yeah, it's new.}}
<Torrent> ::is right inside the door::Hello...um you.
<Pulse> ::slightly startled:: Ah.
<Dragon> ::blinks and shakes her head:: ((d'oh, my attention is slipping... thought he'd said that out loud...))
<Takillya> well, Rip, got anycards in here?
<Ripper> well may as well go greet our "guest" ::walks out of the WR and towards the door::
<Takillya> I feel agame of blackjack coming on.
<Ripper> dont play cards ::said over his shoulder::
<Takillya> hmm..oh, well.
<Takillya> ::find a pack of cards and plays solitaire::
<Ripper> ::reaches the door:: hello Pulse
<Torrent> ::looks at Ripper::Hey, that's the guy from the kitchen.
<Pulse> ::turns around:: ((how did--)) Hi
<Takillya> ::snickers as he watches the truth revealed::
<Dragon> ::slips through the group, heading for the LR::
<Ripper> ::reaches out a hand:: names Ripper
<Ripper> ::glares at Torrent::
<Pulse> ::shakes his hand:: Nice t'meet you
<Torrent> ::sees Ripper's glare and shuts up::
<Ripper> ::heads towards the LR::
<Torrent> ::follows the others::
<Pulse> ((Might as well go too))
<Dragon> ::sits down on the couch, folding her feet under her, and yawns again::
<Ripper> ::leaves for a few mins::
<Dragon> So... do we get to know anything about you, Pulse, or is that all classified information? ::smiles::
<Ripper> ::re-enters the room with a 3 litre bottle of DP and some glasses::
<Ripper> DP anyone?
<Torrent> ::looks at Ripper::((Hey Dragon checked the refrigerator and couldn't find any))Uh, sure.
<Ripper> ::poors a glass for Torrent::
<Ripper> boss lady?
<Torrent> ::takes the glass::Thank you. ::takes a sip::
<Dragon> ::eyes widen:: Ooh, please ::grins:: And where'd you hide it?
<Ripper> ::grabs the biggest glass fills it and hands it to Drags...chuckles:: yeah like i'd tell ya boss...i'd never get any
<Ripper> Pulse?
<Dragon> ::takes a drink:: And by the way, how come everyone keeps calling me boss? Hazard is still alive...
<Ripper> yes...but until he returns you are the boss
<Torrent> ((I wonder who this caution-guy is))::takes a couple more drinks::
***********Ah, what the heck... END SIM***********