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 Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 2:21 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 2:29 pm
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Shiloh was nursing the bottle like it was a bottle of soda and not questionable looking alcohol. He had turned around after essentially securing his refreshments for the rest of the night, only to see that neither Ian nor Maebe were on the dance floor. There was only Taym standing there. Shiloh stared, wondering how and what and where, but his brain moving to slowly to possibly fill in any answers except that he had told Maebe that Taym wouldn’t be here and now, here he was.
“Hey!” Shiloh slurred a little, adjusting his ducky costume and stalking over to Taym. “What are yoooou doing here? Where is Maebe? You didn’t pull a prank on her again did you? Look, I know you like her dude, but have you tried just being nice? More flies with honey than vinegar and all that.”
Shiloh was close enough to invade personal space now, and a hiccup, and another swig from his bottle punctuated his speech, which in his mind sounded far grander and serious than it actually did. Wondering where Maebe was led to wondering where Ian had got to, and distracted, Shiloh was distractedly glancing around before Taym could answer.
He turned around.
He poked Taym in the chest with a single finger.
“Be nice to her, Taym, or the next time you ask her for a selfie you’re getting a picture of my a**.”
Another swig.
Then, thinking that he’d properly asserted his duty as protector of Maebe, he finally spotted Ian, and moseyed off towards him without realizing he was rudely leaving Taym hanging.
Rejam Totally feel free to have Taym come after stupid little drunk duck haha
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 3:44 pm
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The Ian in question was standing near the refreshment table, eyeing a bottle of alcohol that had yet to be opened. He wondered, not for the first time, where Shiloh was, and whether or not he was okay, whether he was as drunk now as he had been earlier.
He sincerely hoped he was still doing all right, though Ian's question was answered a moment later when he turned around and nearly smacked right into the person in question.
"Hey," said Ian, slightly surprised, and smiled at him. "There you are. You doing okay?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 6:13 pm
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There was a bit of flinching when the ears of Abbi's hoodie were tugged, but she was quick to look like it hadn't bothered her for Fini. When the older girl did a little pose, the teen clapped appropriately before she shot Finn a very decided pout.
"A teddy bear was the best thing I had. Which you would have known if you had bothered to check your phone after you texted me." But a smile and nod of thanks was given to Fini, clearly the more openly loved of the couple. Abbi was about to say something about trying for The Little Mermaid, when she instead flushed and waved her hands at the pair.
"Oh uh to uh... To wear a sexy costume you kinda have to, y-yanno, be sexy in the first place... So that's kinda out for me..." She shrugged in hopes that would move the conversation along without any questions to the contrary.
Fini's mention of Ripley had Abbi jumping into the air to beat a light fist against Finn's ribs.
"Yeah! Why did you text me about--Yanno... Hey! Don't say mean things about Ripley!" Her second fist came into play to light bat at him, her eyes squeezed shut. "Ripley is our good friend, don't be meaaaan!" This was definitely the pinnacle of adultness for Abbi. She was so busy trying to beat up Finn that she only stopped when he covered her eyes and went very quiet. Nope, she knew well enough not to try and get out from his protective visor.
"Can I have a drink?" She finally tacked on hopefully, batting her lashes up at Finn and Fini, hoping one of them would get her something so she didn't have to go to the refreshment table alone.
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 6:52 pm
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Finn's overeager use of a certain nickname earned him a non-too-friendly glare, following immediately by a very obvious ignore of the entire comment.
Needless to say, Ripley didn't understand the reference. He not only missed it, it went several feet above his head and didn't even bother to ruffle his hair. At the time, Fini had received a polite thank you to her compliment, and perhaps a subtle shift to put a little bit of space between himself and the admittedly very pretty girl; after all, Finn was right there, and he didn't want any misunderstandings. When the question was turned back to him, Ripley looked down at himself. A fresh corpse out of a casket? "Sure, we'll go with that." It wasn't too off, really; he'd just never been the corpse before.
After a while he stopped paying attention to the couple in front of him and instead focused on the crowd around him. This was a rather large gathering of people, and he was hoping to see a certain red-head. Well, two red-heads, actually. One eager little kitten that had a way of lightening him up, and the other a charming young lady that had saved his life. The first would be easy to spot, but the other, well, he never did get a very good look at her throughout the chaos. He had an idea of what she looked like, and hopefully that would be enough. There couldn't be that many red headed girls on the island, could there be?
He hadn't really moved from his spot at all, and the only reason he ended up coming back to earth was because he heard his name uttered in a very distinct whine. It was enough to snap him out of whatever trance he had put himself in and make his way over, just in time to catch the tail end of a second whine and to hear a rather hopeful question.
"Finn doesn't know how to be nice, and no you can't have a drink." He said, somehow managing to go from assuring to stern in the span of a few words. "That's a cute hoody~" And then he employed the ever-tactful distraction, hoping that the skip in topics would smooth over any upcoming whines.
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chirigami rolled 1 100-sided dice:
76
Total: 76 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 9:17 pm
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While Milo wasn't going to object to really go exploring the rest of the dungeon setting, he hadn't imagined he'd go look around with Jack of all people. Again, not that he had anything against the guy (except, well, beating him in the tournament and all) but he still found his expression falling and his lips thinning into a line. Maybe he was expecting more to escort a girl around, in that kind of bravado dealio. Milo took a swig of his whiskey.
"Dude, ya, lesgo," Milo's demeanor shifted back full throttle as he took the lantern instead. "Let me show you around," He spun on his heels and pointed to a specific room to the right, "that's my room," and in no way did he know that there was a possible infestation growing next door, mind you (thank you Nevada for taking care of it), "few of the girls are over there, and down further ~" the brunette pivoted again on his heels and sauntered his way down a few more doors. Was he keeping track of Jack? Not really, but okay, maybe he looked to make sure the other hunter was keeping up a few times.
Milo soon found himself venturing a little further than what he knew was occupied (even further than old man Robert). The two would find themselves at room 34. What was behind the bars, the teen had really no idea but like a few of the others, it didn't take much to really open it up. Just a simple push and the contents were revealed. As boring as it was, Milo was still pretty interested. "Aa, dude, this one has boxes and s**t." Oh how many toku series were started with the unearthing of many a fine items, a mystical power source found and wonders to behold. Boukenger was all about finding things, Kamen Rider OOO had Hino finding his belt in the crates of a museum, Zyuranger started with astronauts finding that capsule on the moon.
"You wanna rummage or go find something else?" Milo raised the question to Jack.
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medigel rolled 1 100-sided dice:
61
Total: 61 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 9:47 pm
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chirigami rolled 1 100-sided dice:
52
Total: 52 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 10:06 pm
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Milo didn't need to see what was behind door number 37 to guess what it contained, Jack's comment was enough to figure it out; either more of the same or less. He took that little moment of disappointment to pull out his phone and make his own note about room 34 for later - maybe to even inform self proclaimed el Presidente for later excavation. "Finder's keepers now," he shrugged, because either way no one was missing it. Not with all the dust. Unless they were hoping no one would stumble upon it; then again, why open up the basement? Such a mystery. But, Milo shut the door on it for now and made his way further down the hallway.
Good old Room b48, even with the buzzing sound behind it. Could be some sort of old electric device, could be bugs. Milo pushed the door open with the ease that came from the other - not even cautiously as a smart person would have done - and found that it was in fact some sort of giant... bug. Yay. A bug. "Aa... sou...." A really big bug. Bugs. He stared, then blinked once with a big frown (and thankfully didn't like drop anything). At least it wasn't a centipede, right? (But still, where did these things come from? This thing was as big as a child!) Perhaps he should set something down, so he could summon his weapon....
< You better not become bug food again >
Quote: HP: 15 Initial autodamage: 1 Extra: they do increasing DoT. For every roll you make, any roll, the auto damage increases by 1 point. Extra: they are slow moving, use -3 for as your modifier. Escape: Roll 1d20, anything 15+ is an escape.
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medigel rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 5
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 10:32 pm
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chirigami rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 10:58 pm
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