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(seems so, as Eva said before, everyone here depends on at least like 3 people to post daily, which doesn't happen)

((I am thinking two more days and I will ask for them to be put on the MIA list and we continue with out them.))

[[matt, the light blue was a little difficult to read, unless highlighted. just so you know]]

He bowed greatfully and walked over to the man that was yelling at two women. The women looked to be very similar in appearences, possibly twins, yet Shadow wasnt very possitive about that assumption. He stood with a relaxed posture while he waited for the tech, thats what Matt called him, to cool down. When the tech did finish yelling, Shadow bowed politely to the 2 women, then turned his attention to the tech and waited for the tech's notice.

ooc::: Before Ryanna's new post I want a summary of what's been going on D: Because since she hasn't been here, and finally will have acess to a computer tonight, she'd like to know what has happened in her absence in a quick synopse so she can finally get the dead Eva rac on the way, and Phalanx on a new mission. It would help us out ^^

(uh... lets seee....... uh Azora and friend arrived and is not talking to tech... thats all i know)

((Ya NOW, but thats basically what I've been able to understand)

Brian breathed deeply, as he saw the doveboy hurrying away.
"Yea, you buttmonkey, run like they serve free chilli dogs. Run, doveboy, RUN!"
He sighed, and put away his handheld, slowly reaching the point where he could feel he had a chance of gripping sanity a slight bit.
"Ok, " he yelled, and pointed at the twins, " I may be weird as a shithouse rat, and even an idiot, but at LEAST I am not running around with a frigging identical twin holding hands or something. JUST note that at that time, several nice little modifications inn the security system have been made to induce a Lead-headache into everyone who tries to pull of something like the hex stunt. This is somewhat of an oficcial statement, as for now, I have fu**ing had it with these motherfu**ing freaks on this motherfu**ing organisation. Yes, maybe you all are deep down little f************ snowflakes, with a deep desire to pull out all resorts of teenage angst and fluing it around like something to be proud of, but at LEAST keep it away from me. I have just withnessed how a motherf***eling captain who I came to fancy very much had forced to spill her brains out, and everybody expects me to react as if nothing had happened? Hey, maybe you did not know it, but this is actually my fSCKING SANITY I am trying to preserve here!"
Brian, or Tech, as his codename indicated, shook with surpressed anger and rage. His seemingly 12 year old body pissed him off, his job prospects which now included the gruesome detail of "Death by frek accident" were very much pissing him off, aND THE FACT THAT DOVEBOY HAD JUST CALLED HIM RESPONSIBLE FOR RUNNING THAT WHOLE FREAKSHOW had the prospect of, yes, pissing him off very badly.
He took the but from his mouth, lit an other cigarette on it, and crushed the but in a very easily misinterpreted version of " raging teenage fit" under his foot.
"OK, since doveboy has pissed off with a face telling of very dire runnings, at least one person here seems to know of some inkling of my pain. So, to hurl the other things out of the way, kat, whoever of the two you may be, please realise that this is a very ******** difficult situation for me. For now, I know that you were with the bunch, so you and your twin are temporally off my list of people to shoot in the face if they piss me off. However, I do not want to know which kind of fuscking drugs you are on, and in no case whatsoever, I would want to climb into your coffin. If I find anybody complaining about being locked into a coffin, or if I find myself in that situation, you better make sure to have a watertight alibi, or you will have to run very fast and very zigzag, as I will allow a 400 pound Orang Utan to empty over 600 rounds into your fuscking body, which will take about 1 minute and will disintegrate you in red mist. "
He shook angrily his finger in the general direction of the twins, noting that the one that had not spoken was a bit different.
"So, since that is out of the way, please note that I am happy on seeing you again, and that at sometime in the future, you will have to explain to me how you did the double trick, because I find it very neat and cool, and can already think of very nice applications. "
Slowly calming down, he turned to the other one. He grinned, an pulled in the smoke very deeply.
"Ok, I am fairly positive that you are somewhat the newest addition to the merry band of missfits. The name is Brian, but the people here have codenames,and they like to call me tech. Normally, you would be able to see subject number two, "the Librarian", a 400 pound orang utan who runs by the name of "Support". As far as I know him, he has deccided to piss off while he still could, I suspect because one of his addictions had called. Like,having a life, or having some cool moments in which to regroup.
So, basically, as doveboy, or local exibit of why not to drink while genetically modifying the result of a doverape and then letting it drop on the head a few times too often, may have allready told you, I am the guy in charge of the electronics department. Ask me or support if you encounter any problems, or have anything you want to have solved creatively. If you manage to get some coffee from somewhere, I will even go as far as allowing you to use the simulation room for creative exercise in the recess field. Now, any more questions? Because quite frankly, I would very much like to retreat to my personal quarters, shower of some of the brain that had once belonged to a good friend of mine, wrap myself in the fetal position in the shower and cry for a few minutes before drinking myself into stupor with all the hard stuff I can find. "
He looked expectantly at the twins, that strange dog of them (hers), and at the newcomer. A vein on his right temple pulsed very threateningly.

Brian had not been very wrong with what the Librarian had done. After peeing and raiding the kitchen for some Nachos and cheese (which resulted in one of the kitchen workers having a screaming fit, as she saw a 400 pound orang Utan with a banana in one hand and a smug grin on his face), The librarian had wandered aimlessly around the place, just stopping to test the particular surface for suitable softness, had finally settled down.
"Hey, Fred, there is a ....."
The other guard reacted friendly,and just held the others mouth shut, while looking feverishly in the opposite direction. he had heard of the librarian, and has had some ideas of his own about the thing.
"No, there isn't. Believe me, it is better that way. And, by no chance, even come close to mentioning the M-word. I have heard that he nearly ripped a guy in half..."
"But shouldn't we call reinforcements, or report that?"
The other guard feverishly shook his head.
"That nice guy obviously is in search for a soft place to rest and enjoy his nachos. We are only supposed to guard that thing, remember? And after all, That .... guy obviously know what he is doing. Just remember to exactly follow the instructions. "
Both of them looked over towards the librarian, who had nudged himself in one corner of the room, had ripped open the packed of nachos, and grinned at them, displaying a set of etraordinarily pointy teeth.

The librarian grinned at them, and softly ughed. As none of them reacted, he shrugged, dipped one nacho in the cheese, and munched it, while watching the strange creature in the middle of the circle. He knew from his service as a Librarian that the circle was fashioned to keep the beastie inside, and at first, he would do nothing out of the ordinary. He munched an other nacho with much cheese, burped, and waved at the lizzard, in a nondescript friendly way.

(So, all loose ends tied up, and I have also given the lizzardguy some space to roleplay. Having writers block pumped away by liquorice-liquor is a very nice and relaxing thing. )