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[KitKatMan]

the canteen doors are opened and Michelle and Dean enter after a quick look round and check of near doors a suitable set of 7 sets of clothing is found.

Dean and Michelle
the smell of food is very strong and tempting.

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Also do us a will save against sleep with the relaxing effect of finding more allies the DC15 vs eat then sleep

Jessica and Jack
you place the barricade back on the doors for safety

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listen rolls

Natasha

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a Spot roll DC10 then if you get better a investigate roll

i will be upgrading your character sheets later today as well.

[fury]

[ January 19, 2009, 8:58 am ] - fury rolled 1d20 ± 6 and obtained 19 ( 13, ). Reason : natasha spot.

[KitKatMan]

you can see what appears to be a small wire attached to the out side of the door and just sticking out from under the oven is a small medicine bottle.

[fury]

Natasha looks at the wire with curiousity and then it dawned on her, whoever this was pulled the oven door closed behind themselves. Her hand trembles and she bends to pick up the medicine bottle, her stomach leaping with nerves.

[currymaniac]

As the doors opened Dean felt a sudden compulsion, his hand rising to his forehead and the word "Sir," leaving his lips as he looked at Jessica. Suddenly he regained control and brought his his hand down to his side. Why had he done that?

[ January 19, 2009, 6:15 pm ] - currymaniac rolled 1d20 ± 5 and obtained 11 ( 6, ). Reason : will save.

[Ghost]

His eyes widening at the sight of firearms, Jack relaxed quickly when he saw the man on the other side of the door do a quick salute. And who had he saluted? Not Jack, certainly. Which left Jessica. He pretended not to have seen it, as there seemed someone here might know more than they let on.

Jack held his cleaver up with only two fingers, and nodded at the pistol: "No need for that now," he said, suddenly certain he could have snapped the gun out of the holder's hands, before it could fire. Could he? Did he have training for that sort of thing? Dismissing the thought, he moved aside, letting the two people through. Once they were inside, he closed the door, and replaced the barricade. He winced once again, as the metal-grating sound blotted out most others.

Not long after, one of them came across the clothes, and Jack eagerly helped to distribute them, tossing likely sized items of clothing to and froh, and setting aside a few items that might fit Natasha out in the kitchen.

""So, you two learn anything about our predicament," he asked the two newcomers as he got dressed.

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[ January 19, 2009, 7:11 pm ] - Ghost rolled 1d20 ± 5 and obtained 12 ( 7, ). Reason : Jack Listen.

Edited by Ghost, 19 January 2009 - 07:16 PM.

[KitKatMan]

Natahsa
as you examine the bottle of pills you remember that there a quick strong sleep enducer. confirming your thought's.

Dean
the food smells very good indeed and you go to dig in and get your fill after which you will nod of.

[arrowfodder]

Sir? Jessica didn't know what to think of all this. What little memory she had coming back to her lead her to believe she was in the military, but she was too young to be...
No, he had to have been looking at Jack, or maybe something was wrong with his memory. She couldn;t be an officer, she had a hard time believing she was soldier! Watching Dean eat and relax to rest, she just couldn't shake the idea of being in charge of anything more than herself. As much as she wanted to wake him, she had to wait until he was rested enough to answer her questions. All of them.

[Ghost]

As the newcomer dug into the food hungrily, Jack nodded: "Yeah, stands to reason; you eat up, get your strength. We'll do the talking later... soldier."

Jack examined the clothes he had found; they seemed to fit well enough. He folded up the remains of the blanket he had used before. Might come in handy later. Going over the clothes no one needed for now, he checked pockets, and looked for anything that might tell him... well, anything. Tags, marks, wear and tear... He found he was desperate for knowledge. With more people joining them, he felt more naked than he had in the blanket, what with not having more than a name to present anyone with.

[fury]

With wide eyed horror, Natasha let out a sob and headed out of the kitchen as the situation before her finally dawned. [color=#6666CC;]"That poor guy in there, overdosed on sleeping pills and climbed into the oven. He's just a charred pile of bones. What would drive someone to that?"[/color] Her hands are shaking, she'd love a nip of something strong and warming.

[Ghost]

Jack, suddenly a little unsettled by the smell of roast pork... or something like it... did his best to trivialize the situation. Picking up the clothes he had laid aside for Natasha, he walked over to her and handed them to her, saying: "We can't know, with what little information we have at present. If I was to form an theory from what little we do know, I'd say they might have been aware that there was one of those worm-things growing in their belly, and perhaps having seen what end would come of that, chose a different exit, killing both themselves and the critter." He turned away from her, but not to leave, only to offer her some pretence of privacy; now that he himself was dressed, seeing the women in a state of undress was... stealing focus.

"From what few hours I have of experience at life, at least at present, I have learned that the creatures can survive for quite some time in a dead body, living off what ever nutrients they can get from it, I suppose. If whoever is in that oven knew that, I'd call it an act of sacrifies, however unsettling and unappitizing; sedating themselves with the pills, and possibly the creature at the same time, they most likely set the oven on a timer, crawled inside, and went to sleep. Chances are they never felt a thing."

He wasn't sure of this last bit; neing burned to death must have registered at some level of consciousness, mustn't it? But there wasno need to speculate in taht direction. Also, the theory only made sense if tehre was a worm inside the body, and he for one wasn't about to go digging inside the 'roast'.

[Early Bird]

Michele lowered the gun slowly as the man indicated he wasn't hostile, but she looked at Dean in surprise. Why the salute? And who was it directed to? She went into the room with Dean, gritting her teeth at the noise of the barrier being replaced. Finding the clothes was a godsend. The shirt she wore had been none too clean to start with and was now little more than a stinking rag. She dressed quickly and went to see what food there was.

[ January 19, 2009, 10:34 pm ] - Early Bird rolled 1d20 ± 4 and obtained 20 ( 16, ). Reason : Will save.

[arrowfodder]

"So that was what we were smelling." Jessica tried not to be sick. Slowly roasting alive was not something she would want to do, regardless of what these people could have been experimenting on them with. But then again, what other option had the person had? "So, what are we going to do now, and where did you guys get those guns at? And please tell me you didn't run into any more of those.....things out there."

[KitKatMan]

michele's eyes look tired but grabbing a plate of food she seems to perk a bit.

Jacks search of the cloths turns up a piece of broken glass with "tech manufa"

natasha spots the medical bag michele is carrying.

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have updated your sheets, also there is a few bit you need to sort. you all have starting occupations so you could base your talents on those.

[Ghost]

Jack stood and stared quietly at the piece of glass he picked from the empty article of clothing. "No way..." he muttered to himself; could this possibly fit the other piece of glass he had found inside his bandages? If so, why the hell were they in such diverse places? What would that make it; 'Global-tech Manufacturing?' He went to where he had put down the pitcher with his stuff, and transferred what he could to his pockets, finally picking up that piece of glass and placing it next to the one he just found, to see if it was indeed a match.