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 Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 1:17 pm
She just turned and stuck out her tongue at Finn. That room had given her such a bad feeling it was probably a good thing they hadn't checked it out! At least, she was pretty sure they hadn't checked it. Right? "Maybe I was just trying to save you the embarrassment of getting scared?" Fini said with a sarcastic undertone as his arm went around her. The quick kiss was much appreciated though.
As for the next two brave souls, "Good luck, Nevada!" Fini called over, waving at the two females. Maybe they'd have better finds then she and Finn?
Fini's nose wrinkled at said trainee, a look being directed at him that clearly said what she thought of that. "I'll give you all the kinky you want, sweetheart~ But no dungeons. Or basement." She tapped his nose - or maybe she flicked it? - right before a familiar teen was poking Finn in the chest with a frown. That quickly changed when Abbi looked at her. Fini giggled, striking a small pose so Abbi could see the whole costume. "Thank youuuu~" She purred out, reaching over to tug lightly at the ears on Abbi's hoodie. "I dunno, this is pretty cute." Wait, a nurse? "A sexy nurse?" She inquired. Because shhh, teens totally did the sexy look.
Don't judge, Abbi! She was a little tipsy. After only a drink and a half!
And then she was gasping because, Finn, how could they have forgotten Superman?! "Finn you left Ripley!" Yes. It was totally his fault. Totally.
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 1:42 pm
It wasn't his old uniform, but he knew where to get them.
He'd been keeping it at the back of the closet just in case they needed one to...go undercover, maybe. He hadn't shown it to either of the guys, or gotten a chance to wear it either.
Lacing up the boots and adjusting the collar, and badge, and loading up the bulky-but-useful belt didn't take him too long. He hadn't been on the force long, and he'd gotten a lot of s**t for looking as young as he did, but it hadn't been a bad job.
Now he was here, instead of there. Uniform rules were more lax, but the side of extreme personal danger wasn't something he'd accounted for.
He smoothed the front of the shirt.
He was willing to go wherever for free booze, but the truth of the matter was that Rep needed to get out of the room and maybe hit some...bugs, okay, bugs, they were just regular ones, before Rep collapsed into a black hole of his own loss and misery.
Rep took some coaxing, but he finally got him going in the costume-department, then steered him to the basement.
Harrison perked up significantly to see that there was, in fact, free booze.
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 1:55 pm
Rep was at a loss. He felt like his world was broken and fractured without his and he'd taken to laying on the bed in a mire of depression. Going out and about simply made him worse, the possibility he'd find something worth stealing along the way but have nowhere to put it but the ragged hole in his soul left behind by the loss of the storeroom almost too much to bear.
Harrison with his usual part direct, part luck approach had found a way to reach him. Long enough to hold his attention and long enough to motivate him to head down to this party people had been talking about. Costumes were mandatory though he'd found out much to his irritation - and he'd been left to wear the only costume he possessed - one of the schoolgirl uniforms given to him as part of his "specialisation budget" by Allan.
On his own, it would never fly in a million years. With someone else also in costume to accompany him, his number of ******** diminished to zero, things couldn't get any worse for him as far as he was concerned, it didn't ******** matter what he wore. The only people inconvenienced by the short skirt would be any b*****d unfortunate enough not to be him. He could live with it.
He tied the bow around the collar with a grim expression of determination and followed Officer Hughes down into the basement.
Booze was a bonus.
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 2:37 pm
America sidled up to Rep with a leer, "Lookin all cute with the Fuzz in tow, and here you said you had nothing to teach a young lady such as myself."
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chiickadee rolled 1 100-sided dice:
56
Total: 56 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 7:42 pm
[ Investigating Room b04 ]
Chelsea gladly took one of the lanterns America was holding out, slightly miffed by Nevada's use of "Miss America." That was her nickname for Nevada- it wasn't supposed to be used on other people. Her annoyance didn't show as she swung the lantern over her shoulder, but her jealousy might have shown as she scooped Nevada's hand in her own and tugged her towards the rooms.
"C'mon brownie, there's got be something worth a shriek 'round here-"
Not wanting to beat around the bush, Chelsea inched towards one of the closer rooms, foot gently tapping it open. It creaked and groaned with effort, sending a shiver down her own spine. "See anythi-"
A tiny noise interrupted her. Something akin to plastic clacking against clastic. A low gurgle of a noise, something like-
Like a giant fly rubbing its legs together. "Oh my god what is that thing?!"
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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Pixie Nyxie rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 10
Total: 19 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 8:18 pm
[ ROOM b04 ]
Nevada smiled at America, saluting the girl as Chelsea took her hand. The tug was enough to let Nevada know that perhaps she said something that might've miffed with the girl, but she waited till she was far from the other people before commenting.
"Sorry to steal you from Jack, if that's who you were aiming for tonight." Nevada tried to smile at the girl, "He's....an interesting one." A ******** a*****e and pervert. But she wasn't one to stop the girl from getting involved, she might just give them a lot of space if that was the case.
She continued her small trailing behind Chelsea, holding it up in case something popped from the hallway. Luckily, Chelsea chose one of the closer rooms, inching the door open.
"See what?" Nevada brought her lantern up over Chel's shoulder, looking in and gasping. "Wow...that is so ugly." What was it even? It was like a giant fly...with a scorpion tail. Leroy was out in a second, a bullet sent straight into the things head as it crumpled down.
"I don't think America would mind a little clean up." Shame, she wanted to see a ghost or something.
"You think we should take it back?"
Nevada: 49/50
Damage: 16
Fly: -1/15
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 9:14 pm
Ian had tried (vainly) to keep an eye on Shiloh, who was now standing off by himself, moving towards the refreshment table - which, of course, housed the booze. Ian's eyes flickered towards the bottle in his hand, pressing his lips together, but he said nothing, merely turned his head back to Maebe to give her a warm smile.
But not before he flipped Finn the bird because a*****e.
He swayed a little, but their dance was short-lived. Blinking in bemusement, Ian hardly had time to register Maebe's fingers digging into his arms, the way she leaned against him before she was whispering something into his ear...
...something decidedly less seductive than he'd thought. Ian choked back a laugh, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he said, "Not much of an explorer, pretty lady? Well, it's all right, I'll find someone else to go hunting ghosts with."
Which wasn't entirely true, since Ian really had not wanted to do much more than dance in peace and maybe sneak a dance with Shiloh later, but since that wasn't going to happen anytime soon, he'd just have to deal with it. And now someone was tapping on his arm, someone that Ian only vaguely recognized as someone he'd passed by on occassion.
Ian stepped back, sweeping out an arm and smiling because perfect now he could go find his wayward boyfriend.
"If you're cutting in, then of course."Gale was still eyeing Stormy with suspicion. "Tipsy, hm?" he said, and then gave a little sigh. He couldn't say he faulted her for wanting to drink, since it was so rare they had a chance to just let go and relax; but at the same time, it worried him slightly.
He gave a brief nod to the other hunter and barely had time to say "Hey," before he felt Stormy's arm around his shoulders, and then she was smiling up at him, her cheeks pink. Gale's own cheeks flushed a little, and he carefully and subtly extracted himself from under her arm, instead lacing his fingers through hers and giving them a gentle squeeze.
"If it means I get to hold your hand, then sure," he said agreeably, though there was still a note of worry in his eyes.
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 9:26 pm
Maebe's entire body tensed in horror. That voice sent shivers down her spine, and her eyes pleaded with Ian to say no, just say no, don't let go - He let her go. Maebe slumped, and only half turned to stare at Taym with more emotion than she normally had the strength to muster. He looked.. yeah, that looked about right. Smelled right, too. She growled unhappily. "Oh. Look. You managed to get out of your sticky sheets long enough to attend a party. This is my surprised face."
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 10:22 pm
The grin remained out in full force. He irritated her, so she tended to have that effect on him. "Relax," he said, lofting the red cup demonstratively. "I'm here for the drinks, not to get my--not to pick up women. I don't mix business and pleasure," he added drily, realizing belatedly that saying so put something of a kink in his plans to continue tormenting her. Well. Maybe what had already transpired didn't count as pleasure. "Not the case with you? Who was that?" He indicated Ian with a tip of his chin. Poor stupid Taym. No actual interaction, but a guy in drag and a cop are like Taym's two worst nightmares. This is a bad day. He was very pointedly not looking at either of them.
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 10:29 pm
Finn may have made a quick grab for Fini's tongue when it was stuck out at him, not in any serious attempt to snatch it up but still going through the motions of making a quick movement and pinching his thumb and index finger together as though he'd like to, the smirk on his face showing his amusement even if his eyes didn't. "The only one who should be embarrassed is you for running away from an oubliette of all things." He countered, before hopefully shutting her up with with the kiss, and then adding on to her other comment. "Not even a torture chamber?" With mock disappointment. Which ended promptly, just as a finger was suddenly jabbed into his ribs which were thankfully not as sore as they had been a few days before. Startled, he looked down, and gave Abbi a grin. But just a second, Abbi, because Finn needed to add something to Fini's cheer towards Nevada. "Don't fall down any of those trap holes, sweetheart~" He shouted after her and Chel. "Wouldn't want you to break your neck or anything." He muttered afterwards, with a lot more venom in his tone, before he was all smiles for Abbi again. "Yes, you are. And you're....dressed as a teddy bear." He squinted at her, then moved his arm out from around Fini to give her a light pat on the head. He then had to allow for the girls to do their little squeal greeting and gushing before he could get another word in edgewise, though wait what? Abbi in a sexy nurse outfit? If Finn could look horrified, he might have, but instead he just moved the topic onwards because Fini reminded him of something somewhat important. "OH hey right. Ripples...Uhhhh.." He turned around to look for the other man, frowning. "He shouldn't be too hard to spot. He came dressed as a douchebag..." He hadn't really meant to say that second part out loud. As he was looking around, however, he got an eyeful of something else. A really burly, red headed something else wearing a schoolgirls uniform and... Wow. Gross. Finn might have reached over to cover Abbi's eyes. But not before blowing a kiss towards Ian because a*****e yes but you love it don't you Ian. kurotomato quick add on for you at the end <3
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 12:01 am
Not only was Taym ruining her party and breaking up her dance, he wasn't even actually dancing with her. This left her standing there on the dance floor, abandoned and stuck. Stuck with him. Asking about Ian had her turning to watch him go with a sad and pathetic disappointment.
"I doubt it. He didn't seem very interested, and he's probably not worth the trouble. "
But Taym was the only real trouble here, and she turned back to him, her expression flat.
"Hope you and your date-" Her hand gestured to his drink. "Have a good night."
Maebe walked away.
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 1:49 am
[ ROOM b04 ]
Chelsea gave Nevada a shake of her head. "Jack? Nah man he's cute and I'd tap that, but I a'int aimin' for him." No her targets were very strangely set in a sort of broken mosaic of glass.
Then Nevada whipped out her gun and had the sucker dead in five seconds flat. "Well holy s**t brownie. Hottie with a gun, my hero," she mused, kissing the girl on the side of the head. "Maybe you can show me some more of that action after the party, eh?"
She smirked, throwing a hand on the side of Nevada's head. "Nah let's leave it here and just tell her. No need to break up a party, y'know?" Though Chelsea liked the idea of wearing her kill like a fur, she didn't like the idea of grossing out every hunter at Deus. "America'll deal with it."
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 2:43 am
"Nothing nice," Harrison grinned at America.
He hummed a tuneless version of trick-or-treat while picking up a beer.
"Feels like a ******** century since I said Happy Halloween to anybody but ghouls.""
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 8:31 am
Rep gave Harrison a very toothy grin and preened just a little at being told he looked cute. He felt like he looked good regardless of how dumb the outfit might have looked. Skirts - kilts in particular - were manly, and the confidence all but radiated from him. "I know more than I let on."
He did notice Taym's avoidance and smirked smugly to himself. Someone would probably be getting a drive by hug later.
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 9:30 am
Al finally arrived. He was fashionably late, but it gave him the time he needed to show up in the best costume ever! He was dressed in nothing but a bedsheet with pieces of fern in his hair.
All articles of his costume were pilfered.
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