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"Quiet, Mark stopped by with the food and it rained pretty hard a few days ago but mostly nothing." she replied while half hopping over towards him, looking at the ground as it melted back together.

Once the rock settled down she looked back up at him and asked "How was your trip?" completely oblivious to her eggs going cold.

((I'm off to bed, wahoozerman said he'd be on about midnight eastern, 20 minutes or so, if I not being here gets in the way just send Dece back to the eggs.))

A pickup truck was trundling down the road towards the institute. Much like the recently deceased car now parked in front of the gate, the pickup truck was in need of some repair. The paint was chipped and the metal rusted. There were dents just about everywhere the eye could see. Two of the windows were missing and replaced by garbage bags, and the whole thing rattled like a glass christmas present held by a four year old.

But all of that wasn't important. The important part of the truck was the truck bed. While the bed was not impervious to the derilect state of the rest of the truck, it did have a nice, big, green tarp thrown over it to hold in its cargo. The true purpose of the tarp was not to hold, but to hide. There was not a pile of dirt under the tarp, neither was there farm equipment of any sort. What was under the tarp was Jacknife.

He was watching from a conviniently placed crack between the side of the truck and the tailgate. It was a terribly dull view, nothing but nothing for quite a ways now. The institute sure was isolated. Wait, there it was. Jacknife pushed up on the tarp and hopped out of the truck bed. The truck did not stop. It kept trundling along at around fourty miles an hour. Jacknife struck the ground with a grunt.

He stood and brushed himself off before turning towards the gate. There was a car in the way. He wondered who's car it was. It didn't matter though, he pushed open the gates and walked up the path towards an unsuspecting breakfast.

((Sorry about that. I get really busy on weekends for some reason. Did you get my PM about the telekenisis? It should have been there. I can PM the section to you again if you need it.))

"I take it you survieaah..." Dece began but lost her thought when she saw the man roll out of a truck. She recovered from the initial stun quickly "Is he with you?" she asked in a mostly sarcastic tone and a slight giggle. The storm was getting closer and thunder could be heard rumbling in the distance, Another strong wind blew through the courtyard causing Dece to cross her arms and shiver from the chill, she was far from dressed properly but at least her jeans offered some warmth.

(Finally remembered to fix Whoose's profile.
Now that we're going we might get sorted, I have it on good word that the RP is awesome but I'll say no more about the specifics. I suggest you all bookmark the thread so there is no confusion when we do get sorted, but I will PM everybody when that happens.))

"We have some bacon but breakfast is tomorrow, as for dinner I only cooked for myself, wasn't expecting so many people." Dece was opening the door as she spoke and could hear Calypso coming "Sounds like four of us, I'll get cooking then". Leaving Daniel and the new man in the courtyard she returned to the kitchen, sliding like a skater after dropping her sandals next to the door.

"Actually, this time I did nothing." He said with a grin.

"It's funny how I can get into mortal peril both by doing things and by not doing them. I should probably find another line of work, but this one is just so much fun." To be truthful, it was doing things that usually got him into trouble, but every now and then someone who he refused to do a job for would become angry, and angry employers with bad morals seemed to be bad news for Jacknife.

"Let's see... I suppose you'll be wanting these then?" He flicked his right hands behind his back ever so briefly and they returned to his front holding a long knife and a 9mm handgun. He spun the handgun around his trigger finger once so that the handle was extended towards Daniel. As the gun spun he his the clip eject and flipped the clip out into the hand that was holding the knife. Both weapons were extended handle first towards the responsible one.

Of course, there was still the boot knife. But he had run out of hands right?Yeah... that was why he hadn't given up the knife in his boot along with the other two weapons.

((Looks like I kinda played myself into a corner, or rather a kitchen, but as someone once miss-spoke, if you cant stand the fire stay out of the kitchen))

Dece stopped her slide just outside the kitchen and walked into it, there was a bit of an odd smell, she sniffed around before turning to the stove. She had left the burner on and pushed the pan's handle over the fire, the plastic had melted almost all the way off, and bits of it had even caught on fire. She rushed to the range with curses under her breath, shutting off the fire and blowing out the fire with an understated sweep of her hand before she tried to grab the pan handle only to spring back. Dece grabbed an oven mitt and tried again, she dumped the eggs on a plate and threw the pan the water filled sink then turned to the massive fridge to find something more people could eat.

Snapping the goggles up off his blackened face William gave an almost comical sniff as he picked up the smell of burning plastic. He tilted his head inside the cramped position checking to make sure it wasn't anything near and dear to him. Moving fast Sheperd crawled out of the duct he was working in; unsucessfully trying to get more then two channels on the cable of the estates black and white television. The young man made his way down the steps and into the cafeteria, nearly being bowled over by two larger men.

"Well I take it Jackknife and Daniel made it back in on piece." William commented to no one in particular.

He didn't immediately follow the pair into toward the acrid scent of fiery plastic. William instead walked into the nearby washroom, pulling off his gloves and giving his face and hands a good scrubbing, the water turning black from the grit on his skin.

"Yes, William." Daniel replied in the kind tone he took with everyone on campus. "We all made it back okay. Though I can't say as much for my car." He glanced over Dece's shoulder into the fridge. "No orange juice." He muttered to himself. "Oh well." Picking my a clean glass, he filled it with tap water, though Daniel hated the taste, and drank about half of it. He then continued to speak to William, "Could you take a look at it if your not busy turning a blender into a plane?" He laughed a bit, but he could certainly see it happening if William put his mind to the task.