Call of Cthulu

[mgb519]

Something about that man strikes me as beyond odd. Watch, ease out of sight, then follow into building should odd man go inside. Otherwise, wait till he leaves and then follow him discreetly.

[Zupponn]

Hmmm... something still seems off. Go back to the front door and enter the building. Be ready to defend myself just in case.

[Scratch]

(OOC: My entire neighborhood's power is out, so I have been unable to get online for a while, but access will probably be back soon. Also, am I naked aside form the jacket? This is going to be awkward if I am.)
I head back up the stairs after making sure nothing's weird in here.

I head back up stairs and begin to talk to the man there, if he appears sane and reasonable, I say in a completely straightforward manner. "Hello sir, are you an acquaintance of a Mr. Joel Myers? Because I woke up in the upper room and have no idea where I am or how I got here."

[Silverdream]

First of all, I want to say that you have all been great players. You all get your orders in quickly, your actions are either funny, realistic or entertaining, and that's exactly what I was looking for in a group. When I get a message from some of you, I feel proud that you are that interested in my game. It means <a href='http://tinyurl.com/y42zurt'>alot</a> to me that you want me to hurry up.

However, it is unnecessary. I know when you all have your orders in. I will continue when I have enough time to spare. It takes more time than you might think to write these.

Stanley Yelnats

Hop into my souped up snowplow and chase after them. If I can't chase after them, contact my friends at the police station and ask about the license plate number.

You get into your souped up snowmobile. It's a horribly cumbersome, slow, fuel inefficient mess that looks very out of place in the summer weather, but it's all you have. After about twenty minutes, you spot them far away on the horizon. They're heading North, out of Vancouver and into god knows where.

Sten Bos

Laugh and start nashing your teeth while shouting jiberish, I want to freak them out as much as possible.

You nash your teeth and shout jibberish. "Shit, you clocked him too hard." The driver looks a bit worried, and begins to sweat.

Frank Koller

Hmmm... something still seems off. Go back to the front door and enter the building. Be ready to defend myself just in case.

You enter the building and get a better look at the man, almost wincing at his smell. He's entirely naked, save for the stained jacket with bulging pockets, which he doesn't even seem to be aware of. His pale round belly is built upon two skinny hairy legs and two large hobbitlike feet. He smells like he bathed in cheap rum last week, then spent the next seven days sweating it off. Your hand is on your holster, just in case the man moves a step closer to you.

James Cawthorn

Something about that man strikes me as beyond odd. Watch, ease out of sight, then follow into building should odd man go inside. Otherwise, wait till he leaves and then follow him discreetly.

You enter the office behind the man, trying not to be noticed. Unfortunately, you're heard as soon as you enter by the man who came in before you. You are distracted though, by the naked hobo in front of him.

Peter J. Fist

(OOC: My entire neighborhood's power is out, so I have been unable to get online for a while, but access will probably be back soon. Also, am I naked aside form the jacket? This is going to be awkward if I am.)
I head back up the stairs after making sure nothing's weird in here.

I head back up stairs and begin to talk to the man there, if he appears sane and reasonable, I say in a completely straightforward manner. "Hello sir, are you an acquaintance of a Mr. Joel Myers? Because I woke up in the upper room and have no idea where I am or how I got here."

You say hello to the two men in front of you, who seem to be looking at your crotch. Their faces are twisted with both shock and disgust. That's when it hits you; you realize that they're both foreigners, most likely fellow Yankees. One of them has a pistol on his jacket, and the older one looks almost like a victim of shell shock.

[Arkbrik]

Soo, Silverdream, are you willing to take another player? If you think I would be one too many then no worries, I know

It takes more time than you might think to write these.

that feel.

[Silverdream]

Sure, but don't be too silly. Just a little silly at most. We already have a comedy relief character and a ridiculous character. I think mgb's character is going to turn into the straight man soon enough.

Do you want me to roll a character for you?

[lawmaster]

Begin to relax and move slowly, then pull your head out quickly. (I love russian martial arts.) Start biting them again, try to make them have to pull over.

[Alcatraz]

Keep following them, making sure I have my gun at the ready. If close enough smash into them to flip the car.

[mgb519]

"Now that's something you don't see every day...You gentlemen don't mind if I pretend I was never here? I was just passing through, after all."

[Arkbrik]

I won't be silly. My character will be unlike any character from any BrikWars forum RPG.

Clara Miller, age 31. Roll on

[Zupponn]

Don't let either man leave and sit both of them down for questioning, right after the hobo gets some clothes on.

[Scratch]

In my usual daze, I half realize that I am undressed, and excuse myself to look for clothing. I then head upstairs to check dressers/closets, then head down to check toe boxes in the basement.

[Silverdream]

Sten Bos

Begin to relax and move slowly, then pull your head out quickly. (I love russian martial arts.) Start biting them again, try to make them have to pull over.

(DEX: 91) You try to relax and pull your head out in one smooth motion, but the man just adjusts his arm to compensate, making your struggle worthless.

Alan Yelnats

Keep following them, making sure I have my gun at the ready. If close enough smash into them to flip the car.

(Drive Auto: 15) You're able to accelerate the car until you're only feet away from them, but you don't stop. Instead, you hit the car's rear hard with the snowplow, forcing it to slide off of the road.

(Drive Auto: 80) The car crashes hard into several trees. Sten Bos is particularly hurt by the collision, although the headlock acts as a seatbelt for his head.

-3hp

Sten Bos: 4/15 HP

James Cawthorn

"Now that's something you don't see every day...You gentlemen don't mind if I pretend I was never here? I was just passing through, after all."

Frank Koller

Don't let either man leave and sit both of them down for questioning, right after the hobo gets some clothes on.

"Hold on there, I don't want either of you leaving before I question you. Also, put on some damn clothes man."

Peter J. Fist

In my usual daze, I half realize that I am undressed, and excuse myself to look for clothing. I then head upstairs to check dressers/closets, then head down to check toe boxes in the basement.

You head upstairs, throw on a pair of underwear and some ill-fitting corduroy pants.

You then head back downstairs and the downstairs once more to go to the basement, where you look in the boxes. The two top boxes are filled with old newspapers, and the boxes beneath them are filled with a bunch of family photo albums, and other miscellaneous crap. When you get to the bottom, you find blueprints for what looks like a bank on top of the last unopened boxes. One box contains 13 sticks of dynamite with fuses, and the other contains a Winchester Rifle and a box of thirty shells.


OOC: Zupponn, you can question the others without me updating a round, similiar to how Arkbrik's thread is RPing. Alcatraz should also be able to talk to lawmaster depending on how next round goes.

Clara's stats are coming up in a bit.

[Zupponn]

Now, what are you both doing here?

[Alcatraz]

Hop out of the snowplow and have my gun shouldered and ready shoot anyone not tied up in the face accept for the driver, shoot him in the legs so I can interrogate him later.