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 Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 5:12 pm
For a really, terribly long time Abbi just sat there and enjoyed the show. There seemed no real reason to actually score anyone when they wouldn't see it anyways, especially not when she would not be made fun of for staring. And sparkling.  Yes, Abbi was very happy. That is until she saw her two friends (with very nice muscles, very high marks for you both if Abbi had bothered to write anything down) enter the booth and leave, but not show up again. Curious, and because she knew she wasn't missing anything with the scoring portion, the teen snuck out from the curtained portion to find Pandora. And instead found her three dude friends passed out. "P-p-pandorrraaaaaaaa are th-they oookkkkk?" Whining as she fluttered over, Abbi danced around her non-passed out lady friend, hands worrying each other before she gestured to Finn, Jack and Ripley.
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Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 5:18 pm
Charlotte was quietly counting the number of tranquilizers she had left. She frowned. She clearly had ordered half a dozen, but for some reason, there were more than twenty in this box. It would be such a shame for them to go to waste, considering how difficult it was for her to get these!
With that, there was a small pew as Melvin went down (on his way out) as well and joined the pile.
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Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 5:45 pm
Dakota somewhere was feeling chipper that he had escaped booth madness via is assistant. Meanwhile Nevada had come back to retrieve her score cards because evidence. She also took this time to hazardously tie a coue of Finns belt to Jack somehow. Yay best friends.
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Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 6:46 pm
Ian had only been in the cafeteria that particular day in order to figure out if there was anything other than tasteless MREs to eat. He hadn't expected the booth, nor the meter, so when he passed by it, he hardly noticed at first, caught up in his own thoughts.
However, after a second or two, he stopped walking, took several steps back, and gave the inconspicuous booth a somewhat musing look. Then, with a shrug, as though to say Why not? he ambled towards the little curtained off area.
The Old Spice can was picked up, Ian eyeing it curiously before he set it back down again, reaching to grip the hem of his black teeshirt and pull it casually over his head. Beneath it was a limber body, lightly toned from years of going to the gym, but without the excess muscles several of his fellow hunters on the island shared. Somewhere to the left of his navel, a few inches above his hipbone, there was a small, black tattoo in an elegant, looping Arabic script: " آخر الحياة الموت " Another tattoo, this one a quiet little anchor, was on the inside of his right wrist, while a phrase, this one in English, stretched up the inside of his upper right arm.
This one simply read "Nothing stays the same," and was half hidden as Ian moved to pick the deodorant again. He twisted around, following the directions as casually as though he were contemplating the weather, stretching this way and that to get everything properly covered. When he was done, he set the can down and brushed his hands together lightly.
He eyed himself in the mirror, stretched out an arm, and flexed his fingers. The other arm followed this motion, and Ian arched a brow, his expression thick with amusement. Then he shook his head, giving a little laugh, and stepped out of the booth again, idly swinging his shirt from his fingers.
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Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 8:03 pm
Thankfully at this time period, Charlotte had received an emergency text, and had to step out of the booth for an indefinite period. She managed to kindly excuse herself with just a small polite nod-
- Leaving the tranquilizer gun on the table.
Leaving the fully loaded tranquilizer gun on the table.
OOC ALL GIRLS: Don't like what you see? You can now shoot to disapprove it! Any person can try to use a gun on any unsuspecting guy. It's probably a little suspicious to drag them all the way home, so at the most it can be used for protection and of course to expedite the process (bodies should be left in the little pile to the left, where Mark and his squash are) Step 1) Grab the gun Step 2) Roll 1d6 to shoot. If you roll even you miss! If you roll odd the quoted guy you shoot at is OUT. They have to be remotely close to the booth (or leaving it) Step 3) In total, you get 5 more shots
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Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 9:05 pm
Maebe wanted to be Charlotte when she grew up.
From the floor, she snuck over, her head popping up over the table exactly where the gun was, just staring at it..
Yes.
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Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 9:25 pm
Otto had been minding his own business, passing by the cafeteria with a snack in hand when the alarms blazed loudly to proclaim lies and slander regarding his hygiene. He jumped nearly a foot into the air, his eyes narrowing angrily at the offending booth for embarrassing him. s**t... he didn't smell that bad, did he? Scrunching his nose and curling his lip, he looked over the posters and diagrams. The whole thing smelled fishy. Was Life labs behind this? Still, he kind of felt obligated to try it out now, since the announcement made him feel all sorts of insecure. Way to go, embarrassing insult announcement! Way to poke a guy's insecurities! The teen, still leery about the whole thing, gave a disgruntled sigh. He had just run out of his supply of Axe recently. Maybe he could get a free box out of it or something. So Otto went in, despite his warning bells alarming in his head that all of this was ripe with suspicion. He was often a sucker for free anything, despite---- ..... He gave a silent prayer that the mirror presented wasn't a two way. No...no they wouldn't. It was probably just tainted Axe, just like they had tainted everything in this place. Who in their right mind would spy on shirtless men applying deodorant? . . . He decided not to think about it anymore. The blonde started with the arduous task of removing layers of shirts; the hunter's coat, the sweatshirt, the tee shirt and the tank top. As long as this stunt would stop the stupid blaring insult-machine from calling him unclean and cancer causing, he'd go through with it. He just really hoped it didn't have that "disney princess" or "super anime"side effect the roses had.  He took up the Axe option, his eyes narrowing at the figures depicted massaging something in their muscles. "What narcissistic loser rubs themselves down like that...." He muttered, curling his lip at the silly diagrams. Free things, free things... With a roll of his eyes he shrugged and sprayed himself down. Unable to ignore the urge to look at the mirror. Well, he had to give himself credit; he'd sure muscled up a bit since he first woke up at this place two years ago. He smirked to himself, satisfied, and already started to get himself dressed again. And he took that bottle of Axe with him, tossing it int he air once and catching it with a grin. "Free stuff~" He strolled on out.
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Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 9:36 pm
It was Rep's arrival that made Mimsy realize she should have been taking notes on more than just her own category. Tattoos tended to have a predetermined significance, but scars were just the opposite. Where had those all come from? It was an amusing guessing game, at least.
Much more amusing than Mark proved to be. How Lucky survived an existence in such close proximity with him was beyond her. And he teased her for her choices. Clearly to distract from his own questionable decisions.
He was replaced by two others, and the interaction between Finn and Jack was more informative than almost any physical features could be, though the mark on the Life trainee's shoulder made her smile with intrigue. There was a visual familiarity, but she didn't know nearly enough about him to accurately make any judgments. A few moments later, her Adventurer was felled - as was Jack, shortly thereafter.
"What is..." Oh. It didn't take a lot of deduction to figure out what was going on after all.
Taking notes on any scars or tattoos took longer than simply rating levels of obedience, and the blank space was soon filled up on several of the cards. She was diligently at work, scribbling down identifying information and hastily drawing anything of particular interest from memory, when she noticed Charlotte's exit. As that was not of any particular interest, she intended to go back to working - but her eyes caught the useful little tool that the assistant left behind.
Her eyes narrowed. How could she get that from here, to a safe hiding spot, to the stash of beneficial items in her room without being noticed? Chances were slim, unless someone especially distracting decided to make an appearance.
That was fine. She could wait.
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Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 9:42 pm
Okay, maybe she couldn't.
After quickly jotting down notes on Otto, awarding an admirable amount of points in obedience for following most of the directions in spite of his show of reluctance, she set her pencil down and looked at the others.
"Is there any reason not to test that on all of them?" Mimsy asked, nodding towards the tranquilizer.
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Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 9:50 pm
At some point in time, Eva had crept in, late but not fortunately not too late. On the contrary, she was obviously just on time considering a particular puppy blond had just wandered into the booth beyond the two-way mirror, immediately catching her attention. So uh...wait, what was all of this about again? She had received a text, something about hot guys, and now--
--and now Otto appeared to be stripping. In the booth. In front of everyone. Eyes growing wide, the young woman stared blankly for a moment before abruptly lifting her scoring card up to her face, blocking off everything but her eyes (which were not-so-subtly peeking over the edge so that she could eye said blond boy). Contrary to her usual, seemingly unflappable personality, she was a rather impressive shade of her red.
Was it warm in here? It was warm in here. Wasn't it warm in here...!?
Snatching up four more scoring cards, she spread them out in her hand, fanning herself in what she hoped to be a relaxed and casual manner (it wasn't) when the boy turned to stare into the mirror. For a moment, she was worried that he would somehow realize that there was a whole audience of girls staring back...but then he turned to throw his clothes back on and left the booth.
Phew.
Dropping all but one of the scoring sheets into her lap, she began to jot down a highly biased review.
Quote: Otto: Cleanliness: 100/10 Good hair: 100/10 Nice shave: 100/10 Rugged nature: 100/10 Good abs: ...100?/10 Charisma: 1000/10 Jailbait: 100 wait what?/10 Hott butt: 100/10 Sexiness: 100/10 Overall hotness: <3 C:!/10
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Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 10:08 pm
There was something quite suspicious about the whole Hunters running into a giant enclosed tent that set off all sorts of well, suspicion. Maybe because it was a giant tent. Maybe because it was a giant obvious suspicious tent.
Which was why nobody should have really been surprised when about five minutes post midget Death Hunters arriving, the secret room flap was pushed open as a very familiar sort of Death lead parted the curtains. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the whole setup, directly turning towards the mirror, a sneer obvious in his expression -
- Busted.-
- And then carefully stopped in front of the mirror to very calmly and meticulously pluck a single white hair out. Wait, why was he even concerned about white hairs when-
- Feeling much more asymmetrically white haired (who knew, at this point it was all narration speculation, because the narrator wasn't crazy), the Death lead sauntered out, grabbed every single remaining hair product off the sample table and walked away with them because they belonged to Deus and therefore belonged to him, like everything else on this island.
He paused for a moment outside the stand, well within range of certain things Moon assistants left behind as he finally found Mark, Allan for some reason sitting next to Mark playing his 3DS (the Sun lead had gotten bored while waiting for a chance to sneak back into the booth), and a variety of random Hunters sleeping on the job. One could practically see the cogs in his head turn as he deeply considered what to do with them. It was a good thing his arms were compromised with hair products that clearly belonged to him.
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Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 10:13 pm
Maebe was still staring at the gun gleefully from over the edge of the table when Mimsy tried to verbally usurp the right to use it, and she slowly wrapped her arms around the gun, staring wide eyed at the other woman.
"The precciousss."
She was instantly distracted by Eva's entrance, and she abandoned the gun - just like that - to go look at the woman's score card. Her head turned very slowly to one side, and she looked at the subject, to the card, over and over, before raising her hand.
"Ah, objection. This woman is cheating. I want a recount."
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Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 10:19 pm
Jumping in surprise when she realized that someone had been peering over at her score card for Otto, Eva flushed and gazed shiftily at the others. After a moment of silence--doubtlessly so that she could figure out what to say--she cleared her throat and sheepishly clutched the card to her chest.
"I wasn't...going to submit this one..."
Well actually, yes she was...but maybe that wasn't such a good idea now. "But to be fair, puppy--er, that blond was cute, right?" Riiiight?
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Posted: Fri Oct 25, 2013 10:25 pm
Maebe gave the boy who was leaving a very calculating glance, lingering too long - but only because Eva had asked her to judge him. And judge, she did. "Meh, he's a pretty boy. Not my type, but cute in his own way. Definitely not worth stuffing the ballot for." She turned back to Eva, and patted her shoulder. "Listen, girlfriend. If you're looking for someone to stuff your ballot, I think we can find better - "
And then the Death lead walked in. This shut Maebe up, as her own terrible cogs started turning. She left Eva in mid-sentence, as if she'd never been having a conversation at all. She then returned to the precious, picking up the tranquilizer gun, and cocking it. There was a look in her eye.. it was a look that said she clearly did not have a single clue how bad the choice she was about to make, was.
Newbies.
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2013 2:39 am
With much on his mind, the last thing Shiloh was thinking about was anti-perspirant. He had nearly wandered past the glaring red posters that advertised it, until he caught Ian stepping out of the booth, looking both amused, and shirtless. Needless to say, it was a bit harder to ignore than the advertisements. “Hey,” he called, striding over to him, his expression brightening. “What’s going on?” Shiloh peeked around him, and at the signs, thinking a distraction might not be so bad. A distraction for his distractions, it would be perfect. If only he could figure out what they meant by ‘be a new man’. Nio Love Shiloh's coming Maebe! but if Cael decides to murder you, he doesn't know you xDD
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