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Morgan Adams ([personal profile] gimmethemap) wrote2008-10-10 08:19 pm
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25 -- Mass Entry/Action Spam

To everyone that's come in to port: Inmates Pair of with your Wardens for now, try to stay in groups of four or more, and explore. We're convening in the main common area on deck one in an hour. Do not leave the compound, and if you see anything suspicious, make note of it but don't touch or disturb anything. Bring your findings to the meeting in an hour and we'll sort things there.

Sound off here if you came down.

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[An hour later, as directed Morgan is waiting with West and a few others that straggled in early. They didn't see much -- burns in the floors that melted all the way through, but the place is dead.]

[identity profile] q-uery.livejournal.com 2008-10-11 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
Q was an unhappy bunny. Not that he particularly cared about the wellfare of his compatriots, so much as the hallmarks of the entire situation being so very clearly... Wrong.

For similar reasons, actual weapons were considered beneath the pretence of a station he was still attempting to hold up, although a handgun had been begrudgingly accepted. What need had he for combat, considering his incorporeal state?

"Well, this particular 'whatever' seems to have a talent for melting its way through large sections of wall and flooring, if what I've noticed is anything to go by. The results of seismic survey charges and a modicum of small arms fire, I'd wager... Well, job done - let's get back to somewhere only slightly less depressing, shall we?"

[identity profile] k-lee-frye.livejournal.com 2008-10-11 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Kaylee was probably having more fun fiddling with all the gadgets they'd gotten than paying attention to the actual mission at hand, but she'd done well enough to take note of suspicious things as they passed them. "Always kinda wondered what these worlds looked like before they were complete," she mused. "Creepy holes in the floor aside, it's interesting." She shined a light up at the wall at what appeared at first to be a map of the compound but actually wound up just being a schedule. "I'd like to find a control room of any sort. See if there's anything actually wrong with communications or if everybody just up and disappeared."