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Sasha - Camp 4077 Sasha finishes the last suture and begin's to bandage Jake's wounds. "Well you should die any time soon, at least not from this, but you did lose a lot of blood. You'll need to take it easy, and try not to move any more than necessary. We're not exactly set up for transfusion out here." It isn't until she finishes that registers that someone else had been addressing her. She notices Vojtech holding her gun; she'd forgotten about the drat thing in all the fuss with Jake. "Oh, that, a friend of mine form the war gave it to me. Said even with the railroad the frontier is still the frontier, and a woman living alone can't be too careful. Who am I to argue with a Cavalry Major? Tonight was the first time I ever had to fire it at a living being, though."
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Ignatius - Bloody Camp Nowhere "Provided somebody else remain on watch here at the camp, I can assist you. This has something to do with the voice that called out for you?" the ex-legionary says as he rubs his shield on the sand, trying to remove some of the blood from the strange 'dinosaurs' that the others were so familiar with. "Let me grab my spear and a torch."
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Swampdog - Camp Clavo Swampdog scratched the back of his head, "Ya didn't see it? One of the guys I was with when the storm hit didn't die *right* and decided to try and gently caress me up. We handled him, but there's always the chance he'll get back up." Swampdog put his shotgun into its scabbard and slung it over his shoulder, "I'll be ready whenever you are." Swamp reasoned that the Roman guy would be a decent escort. Guy obviously could take care of himself, what with fighting off the dinos with only a sword and shield. Would leave the old Czech guy and his nice assault rifle to guard the camp, too. However, he decided against giving Ignatius a gun. Good way to get shot in the back, that. When Ignatius was ready, Swampdog lead him down to the beach where they had (re)killed the 606 guy. Hopefully the guy wasn't up and about already. paper bag with a face fucked around with this message at 00:56 on Sep 20, 2016 |
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Vojtech Liska - Camp Nowhere Vojtech looks at the gun reverently for a second, thinking about the apparent doctor's mention of multiple worlds, before handing it to it's rightful owner. "Take care of this Miss Sasha. If we ever manage to get back to somewhere like my world, then that is a hundred thousand dollar revolver. A good year's wages, for an old man like me." Vojtech looks at Swampdog for a minute, listening carefully. "This is a wise plan. Czechmate and I will keep our friends here safe. You two please go destroy that thing, and then tell me what in the gently caress it is, yeah? And grab my medkit please. I was pulling it out when that loving thing attacked you."
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Beach camp Pulling the teeth out of the dino's mouth proves to be a simple task. Probably easier than dealing with the blood that got sprayed out into the camp, but that was an issue for later. First Swampdog and Ignatius head out to where Swampdog's former associate lay. Vojtech looks around to see if there are any future problems coming their way. He sees nothing, but he still realizes that something might be lured in because of the smell of blood. Swampdog and Ignatius walk up to the body and it starts moving. Ignatius stabs it with his spear and then Swampdog takes its head off ending the threat of the monster in a human body.
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Swampdog - Camp Clavo Swampdog wiped his machete off on the dead man's jumpsuit and took a step back to check out his handiwork. It certainly wasn't moving any more. Swamp had heard of deaders getting back up after their heads had been removed, but they were no longer a threat; without eyes or ears, most of them just stumbled around ineffectually at very best. He kneeled down to say a few words to the dead man, "Hey, man. I don't know your name and we're in different crews and all, but...well, I'm sorry. Nobody deserves to go out to clavo poo poo. I'm just glad I could end it for ya. If I see your pals and they're as hosed up as you ended up, I'll do the same for them." Among the denizens of Inferno-1, it was almost universally agreed upon that it was better to take a bullet from your fellow man than die (or worse) to anomalous things. At least you know what you were getting with the bullet. Swampdog reached out and ripped a patch from the dead man's jumpsuit. It was the insignia of The Union: an alligator (a normal one, before poo poo got all hosed up!) with lightning shooting out of its open mouth. Apparently this was their logo before everything went bad, but Swampdog had a hard time believing it. He stashed the patch in his coat to give to Meyers or The Union's boss later, if there was a later. Swamp returned to a standing position and turned to address Ignatius, "Alright, this one's more or less dealt with. Let's get him away from the camp. Don't need him stinkin' up the place and luring who-knows-what to us. Oh, and be careful. I hear some zombies can still move after you take out the head." He grabbed the headless body by the arms, allowing Ignatius to take the legs. Moving the dead body a safe distance away from the camp, preferably sticking to the beach. Swampdog's lifting skill is 11, if that matters.
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Jake Wolff -- The Beach "Yeah, yeah, I'll be fine. The White Wizard messed me up way worse than this," Jake says to Sasha, referring to the nasty, crag lined mountain in Russia he'd thought he could snowboard. He'd been wrong, of course, and had several scars and a sheaf of x-rays to prove it. "Thanks, doc." While Ignatius and Swampdog head off the deal with whatever it was that happened down by the beach--he'd been otherwise occupied, of course--Jake followed Swampdog's lead. He pulls his multitool out of his bag and starts working one of the bird-lizard's gnarly claws from it's body. "At least I get a badass souvenir out of the deal." After removing the claw, Jake returns to and sits by the fire. "So, what's the plan? Anybody planning on killing us all during the night? Can we sleep here? Are we about to get sleep murdered by some dinosaurs?"
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Abner - Camp Nowhere Abner retreives his rifle and pistol from the beach where he had dropped them, and returns to the fireside where he begins to carefully clean and load the guns. "At the first oppurtunity, I should like to acquire a rifle such as yours" he says, glancing at the gun in Vojtech's arms. "I fear that compared to you or Swampdog there, I am rather pitifully armed". He then glances rather distastefully at the bloodied sand, frowning. "We should get rid of this blood, don't want to attract more of those... bird things."
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Vojtech Liska - Camp Nowhere Vojtech nods at Abner's words. Removing the carcasses would be wise. So would moving camp though. "The way I am seeing this, our best option may be to move camp. Next would be to move the bodies, either bury or move the bloodied sands, and then hunker down in case of predators. Either way, we should set up a watch. Anyone who is unarmed during their watch should take the Skorpion; you may not be able to use it well, but at least it will wake the rest of us up. Does this sound like a plan komerades?"
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Sasha - Camp Bloodfest "Right, yes, hopefully if we leave the bodies elsewhere, any scavengers that come will be wise enough to take the easy meal instead of challenging us again. I must admit that the idea of trying to move camp in total darkness is not very appealing."
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Vojtech Liska - Camp Nowhere "I am of the same opinion, Miss Sasha. All in agreement?"
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Abner - Camp Nowhere "That plan seems fine. I never like to break camp in the dark if I can help it. We'll move the bodies a decent way from the camp as Sasha here suggests." He pulls out his pipe and sets about lighting it, and then begins to drag the bodies away with Vojtech's help.
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Swampdog - Camp Nowhere Swampdog walked back to camp, wiping his hands off on his pants. "Ya'll wanna know what that was?", he drawled, "Lotta folk call em' zombies, but I think it gives people the wrong idea. I prefer 'deader'. The guy on the beach was pretty much a walking dead body. They happen when, well..." Swampdog took a drag from his cigarette and continued on, thinking of how best to explain this, "Where I'm from, there are these, uh, bad places. And sometimes when people get killed in em', they, uh, don't die right, I guess?" "It's weird, though. They usually don't grow claws. Or go bugfuck crazy so soon, for that matter."
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Beach The corpses of the dinosaurs are dragged out of the camp and brought to the shore line down wind of the camp. When they were certain that they couldn't smell the corpses from the camp site, they left them to the scavengers. They then went back to camp. The sand is quickly buried with a little effort and the camp has no sign of the previous struggle. Now that they were finished with their tasks, it was just a matter of figuring out who they wanted to spend the night. I assume there's going to be a watch? If so, then I need to know who's staying up when.
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Sasha - Camp "With luck nothing more will bother us tonight, though I should stay up to keep watch all the same."
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Jake -- Camp "Hell, even if those bird-brained motherfuckers do come back, we'll be ready for 'em. I should have taken after Han the first time around," Jake says, pausing for dramatic effect. Then, in his best Harrison Ford, he smirks, leans back with his hands out, and says, "Shoot first!" Realizing that probably none of his newfound compatriots will get the joke, he gives himself a nice chuckle. "Anyway, yeah, I'd stay up, but I think my body will deny me the pleasure. I'll take second watch, if need be."
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Ignatius - Bloody Camp Nowhere "I would suggest that two people take each watch," Ignatius suggests as he feeds wood into the fire, sending up a cloud of sparks. "I can take first and last, I am rather used to military hours."
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Vojtech Liska Vojtech nods at the Roman's suggestion, still chuckling at Jake's joke. "I am up for the second watch.Just wake me, yes?"
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Swampdog - Camp Nowhere "I'm still feelin' pretty wired, but if ya'll wanna go first, be my guest. I'll take whatever shift's left."
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Ignatius - Bloody Camp Nowhere With a mental sigh and a roll of his eyes, Ignatius stands up and pats Swampdog on the shoulder. "I said two people on watch. You and I take the first watch, we wake up Vojtech and Jake for second watch, then I take dawn watch with Sasha or Abner. If you hear anything snapping, assume something is sneaking up on us. I spread twigs around the camp to give us some warning."
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Swampdog - Camp Nowhere "Yeah, I noticed. Good move.", Swampdog replied. He motioned over at Jake, "You sure you should be on watch, man? You lost a lotta blood. Don't you need, like, rest and poo poo?"
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Abner - Camp Nowhere Abner glances at the Ignatius with a concerned look on his face. "I don't see any need for you to stand two watches. Sasha and I can keep the third watch, as long as Vojtech will be kind enough to lend us one of his guns."
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Vojtech Liska - Camp Nowhere Vojtech nods to the Roman. "Whoever's up for their watch and needs a weapon can take the Skoprion. Yourself for the first watch with Swampdog, Jake with myself on second, and Abner on the third with Sasha. Does this sound wise? We can keep the same watch schedule as long as we need to as well." The Czech stops for a minute, thinking, before unscrewing the suppressor from his rifle, stashing it in an empty magazine pouch. No need to try and be quiet. And the noise of firing would help ensure the others would be awake as well.
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Ignatius - Bloody Camp Nowhere "Dawn and twilight are the most likely times that a wolf or great cat will attack, and I don't doubt that these beasts are the same... I don't trust your guns to keep you alive against a concerted rush by a foe that outnumbers you. I can sleep some of the morning hours if I need to."
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Swampdog - Camp Nowhere The night was an uneventful one. During his shift, Swampdog sat on a log and sipped from the bottle of IBrEW 606 he recovered earlier. It was worse than he thought; even the swish made by his pals back at the Bloodsuckers' compound tasted better. And he thought he was joking when he said it could degrease engines. Somewhere past the halfway point of his shift, Swampdog pulled out his radio and began flipping through the frequencies, purposefully avoiding the one he and the 606 guys were going to use. Sure, radios weren't even invented yet in dinosaur times, but you never know! Swampdog's gonna scan his radio and see if he gets anything other than static. Swamp has a 10 in Elec Op (Comms)/TL8, if that matters. He'll check the 606 frequency last, and only if he doesn't find anything else. - - - Swampdog woke up slightly later than everyone else. He got off the ground, brushed the sand off his back, and put his duster (which he had been using as a blanket) back on it. After taking a moment to crack his back, he drawled, "Alright boys and girls, we got a busy day ahead of us. What's on the agenda?"
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thanks to ZiegeDame for the art of an old Czech man Vojtech Liska - Camp Nowhere Quickly grabbing some tobacco before Abner stashes it, Vojtech rolls a smoke and starts puffing away. He reattaches his suppressor, thinking it may come in handy. Finally standing, he tosses the holstered Skorpion back to Jake. "Take the gun my friend. And next time, if something is coming at you at all, shoot first, and ask questions later. I will lead the way. Jake, stay in the middle, and Swampdog, would you mind covering our zadek with your shotgun? Our rear end, I mean." Vojtech chuckles for a minute, remembering an old joke. "A lawyer invites his cousin from Czech Republic to come and stay with him in Canada. The Czech cousin arrives, determined to enjoy himself. Soon they decide to go rambling. They're right out in the middle of the forest when a big grizzly bear appears. The bear hugs the poor Czech cousin to death and then eats him.The lawyer runs to the nearest village and tells everybody what has happened. The villagers form a search party and return to the forest. They come across some bears and ask the lawyer to identify the one that killed his cousin.'It's that male bear over there.'" Vojtech takes a long draw from his smoke, grinning, "They kill the bear and rip open his stomach, but there is nothing there. They decide to kill the female bear nearby, and when they rip open her stomach, they find the poor Czech cousin. So it all goes to show: 'Never trust a lawyer when he says the cheque is in the mail.' " Setting off towards the freshwater area, hoping everyone is following. Navigation (land) 10 Perception 13 Danger Sense
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