TriCell Rx: We're on a Boat Ball! (Art Contest! Win 100k!)

Are You TriCell Regular?

Yes	25.5%	[ 12 ]
I Might Become One	23.4%	[ 11 ]
I Was.	6.4%	[ 3 ]
No.	44.7%	[ 21 ]
Total Votes:			[ 47 ]

[Finale Fighter]

Riley slowly drew the gun, keeping it pointed only vaguely near the "woman" as he started talking. "Step away from the body, miss, like the man said, and..." It wasn't until what the dude in the suit said fully registered that he found himself staring at him. "Reani-what?" He said in mild confusion, recognizing what the term generally meant from a life of horror movies from Bela Lugosi to George Romero. His face garnered more confusion as she spoke, his brain now running a mile a minute and just chasing its own tail. "The hell are you two talking about? Zombies?"

He also made a mental note to shoot whoever was shooting at a moving target in a crowded ballroom full of civilians. ******** amateurs....

[Camille Incarnate]

*Camille was paralyzed for what felt like eons, her hair as gray as an old woman's with fear, but her first instinct after coming out of it was unusual to say the least* Stop it! *she charged after Leon, shoving her own arm up under his to throw his aim up at the ceiling* For all we know, you'll make it worse!

[Ricardo lrving]

*snaps a finger in front of Saffron's face* Pull yourself togethah.

*he crouched down next to the freshly mangled corpse, studying the wounds. Ages ago Ricardo was a scientist, but not a very good one. Luckily, members of TriCell recognized he was much better selling their B.O.W.s than making them, but once in a while the scientist bit would show through. This was one of those rare occurrences* Intahresting..even though he's been moidahed by an infected--whatevah you are--the signs of animation are at a zero percent chance of happening. *he stood up and backed away from the body*

Question now is what ta do with you, goil.

[Saffron the Scientist]

-rummaging around inside her purse-

...S-Suzette...s-shh...d-don'tsayanything...yet...!

-snatches a test tube and needle from her bag-

I'm going to take a sample. Give me that.

-a barbeque fork would be snatched from the buffet and plunged into the forehead of the dead body-

That sort of thing usually does the trick, yes?

-crouches over and fills her tube with a blood sample from the wound-

Standard procedure, right, boss...? We wouldn't want anyone else to be hurt yes...? For all we know it could reanimate...some strains have been known to take hours...in rare cases...

-this was all bullshit of course...she knew he was pissed...she was covering for Suzette by giving them an excuse to take her in as a subject instead of killing her-

[Full Metal Keyblade]

"We should have known this was going to be more than just a party cruise." Even though Key was feeling nervous, there was still a part of her that was happy to finally have the attention placed on something else. "Ms.Camille, we have to get out of here before widespread panic begins......Ms.Camille?" She turned to see Camille having a confrontation with Leon.

[iLeon S Kennedy]

Oh, Leon was no amateur. He knew better than to shoot in a room full of people, but when other people's lives were at stake, there wasn't much you could do besides stand there starring at the scene, or actually react toward the threat. He trusted his aim enough though, don't you worry.
Suddenly he felt like all the other still people in the room when the other man with a gun started giving orders. "I've got it taken care of, than--" He would have pushed the crowd away from the scene if he wasn't thrown off by Camille's sudden impact. He quickly threw his arm back from Camille and glared coldly at the man with the gun on the other side of the room. It was his job to protect, god dammit. This guy looked like he had just finished a street fight.

[Vician With A Temper]

"Re-reanimate..." Suzette realized they were interested in the virus; her virus. "It won't," She frowned, furrowing her eyebrows, "Because it passes onto to those who are alive, Miss Carrot." She realized there were many people glaring at her, but she attempted to ignore it.

[Ricardo lrving]

You've gotta separate the head from the body or- *and with a sickening crunch, and a nice splatter of blood and brain matter, the corpse's head was no more and the right leg of his pants were successfully ruined. He did at least have the consideration to cover the corpse*

*he glanced at Saffron, the Witch, then heard the scuffle going on behind them. Looks like the cruise ship took a detour towards hell and so soon, too*

[Camille Incarnate]

Sorry. *Camille's face was genuinely apologetic when she looked at Leon. Her attention then crossed the floor to the other person wielding a gun* Don't you shoot, either, mister! You don't know what that could do! *her theory came from knowledge of her own self. If anyone shot her, all hell would break loose on a much bigger scale*

[Finale Fighter]

Riley's confusion was slowly changing to understanding, then finally a quiet rage as he stepped back away from the small group a few feet. He watched them, noting how they spoke of procedures and expected chances of some form of infection. Riley wasn't much of a science guy. He could work his way around a crime scene and understand the forensics guys enough to do his job.

But he understood enough to know that these two knew more than coincidentally possible, even on a pharmaceutical hosted party. "How about you two start filling the rest of us in? We're feeling left out." He said, adjusting his weapon so he could quickly aim at any of the three. His free hand adjusted his coat, putting his Police Detective badge on display.

[iLeon S Kennedy]

He lowered his gun. "Don't worry about it." Leon caught a glimpse of the man's badge on the other side of the room. Hmph. Detectives. They're all the same...always trying to 'be there'. He shook his head at the man. "Detective, huh? I guess that gives you an excuse to aim at whoever you want." Leon gave a look at him that said 'I put my gun down, now you put down your's.' The last thing this party needed was more chaos. As far as he knew, that's exactly where this whole cruise trip was headed.

[Saffron the Scientist]

iWitch Wants Peels

"Re-reanimate..." Suzette realized they were interested in the virus; her virus. "It won't," She frowned, furrowing her eyebrows, "Because it passes onto to those who are alive, Miss Carrot." She realized there were many people glaring at her, but she attempted to ignore it.

...

-lowers her voice-

It's okay...a-as soon as I get you out of here, it's going to be okay, j-just-

-oh damn, now this guy is waving his badge around-

...

-sigh-

Sir, there are a lot of people with a lot of money here considering how convenient it would be if you would just...go away. We're not the only two that know what's going on here, yes...?

-twirls her syringe a bit-

I suggest you take the first bribe that comes your way. There may not be a second. There may not even be a first...

-god, we hate our job-

[Ricardo lrving]

*he saw the detective's police badge and started laughing. As in, there might be a few screws loose in his head laughter* Ahahahaha! That police badge ain't gonna get you anywhere here...All it is now is a woithless trinket...*he cracked a sadistically gleeful grin* Heh, Saffron...there's not gonna be any bribes comin' his way...he just made one of the woist mistakes in his "career" an' he just chose ta make it out in the open sea...

[Finale Fighter]

Riley eyed the girl with the syringe, then the other fellow pointing out a rather accurate and insulting point on his use of his authority. He bit back a curse as he stepped back, lowering the weapon to the ground. The girl was right, either way. Money made things seem like they never happened. Didn't matter who he called at this point, or said. With some reluctance, he finally holstered the weapon and put away his badge.

However, he wasn't one to take open mockery. The faster sucker punch Ricardo Irving would ever know was thrown at his laughing head. It made him feel better taking the swing.

[Saffron the Scientist]

...Boss...i-is that really necessary...?

-a hint of a snap, she has it-

We're already down one passenger and-...

-she turned around to point at said 'passenger', but several of the other 'passengers' had already banded together and were in the process of throwing it overboard-

...lovely...

-temple rub...god if this is how these people treated their own if it meant keeping company secrets, maybe there wasn't any hope for this guy-