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 Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 3:34 pm
((Please?))
St. Cyrill swallowed. "Hmm? Oh, no. This stuff is a special mix, for my team. To overdose, I'd need to take two bottles. At once. No water." He shook the nearly-empty container. "This was only half full going in."
He began to relax.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 5:33 pm
((NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOT UNTIL YOU POST IN MISHAPS))
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 9:19 pm
((Oh, for God's sake, I did! Now post!))
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 10:08 pm
((FINE))
McMullard shrugged. "Wonder who makes you special drugs. SAS doesn't get that kinda stuff," he grunted. "I don't suppose... you could try making a phone call? I don't know if..." He shrugged. "How far to the next town? We've gotta try again, we've got to find a precise location to send them to."
((So does General Hammond get to send British infantry to dear old McMullard?))
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2008 10:36 pm
St. Cyrill shrugged. "I'm not going to call anyone until we have a positive location. It doesn't do any good to waste our resources searching through this whole damn country."
((Uhhh....no.))
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 9:30 am
((Well, something's gotta happen, 'cuz we can't just keep cruising and chatting.))
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 1:14 pm
((True, but I never said it would be that easy.))
As St. Cyrill was about to respond, his radio let out a squawk. He raised an eyebrow as he tuned it.
"Commander St. Cyrill here," he said.
"St. Cyrill, damn it, where are you?" came a static-filled, female voice. "You were due to check in four hours ago, and we lost your signal."
St. Cyrill rolled his eyes. "Sorry, Command. We had some unexpected...complications. Captain Richard and I are returning...alone."
There was silence on the other end for a few seconds. "I...see. What is your current location?"
They began to look for landmarks as they headed towards town. St. Cyrill kept the line open.
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 3:48 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 7:52 pm
((Oh right. Sorry.))
As they drove, an awkward silence built between all four. They each seemed to be curious (and cautious) about those in the car that had been affected by the goo. No one wanted to say anything (and Tiki couldn't anways.).
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 7:56 pm
((*Waits for something he can actually respond to*))
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 8:01 pm
((Xander punched Tiki in the snout to establish authority.))
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 8:46 pm
((See, I left a nice open-ended silence for a reason. Someone could feel free to break it.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 9:47 am
((ST. CYRILL'S RADIO IS DEAAAAAD!  )) McMullard could find nothing. He'd really honestly never been to South America. Why didn't they have a GPS? "Why don't you just triangulate our radio transmission and hunt us down?" he inquired, more or less in an attempt to buy time.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 12:25 pm
((You also said "No one wanted to say anything"))
Xander sat with his arms folded across his chest and his chin to his chest. His bow and quiver were resting in his lap.
He didn't say anything, he breathed deeply and consistently, he didn't seem to blink...
and he didn't wear a seatbelt.
He was most definitely living on the edge.
"Are we almost there?" he asked, tired of the silence.
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 4:45 pm
"Crappy radios," St. Cyrill said, grimacing. "Just give us a bit, Command."
((Not quite sure what to do with them. I wanted them to have more adventures, but I guess that won't work.))
Connor looked over mildly. "Please buckle up," he said. "I'd hate to have to show you the images of the people that died in a crash at this speed due to a lack of seatbelt.
"And to answer your question, we should arrive in an hour. How do you feel, Xander? Tiki?"
Tiki gave a tired thumbs-up.
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