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"Sounds good to me. But you're not expecting to find one of these things just laying on the ground right? I mean more than likely we'd find one in one of these shelter type things. So I don't think it'll take us so long to search that far." Chase says refusing to believe that one of these vacuum...

When Alicia mentions to Chase that it's time to go he grabs his guns and is ready to go (previous posts thoughts still occur but he doesn't rest). "Sorry about that Alicia. I just thought we'd get more done after a good night sleep or at least when we were all feeling a bit more well rested...

"Drop it cheesball 'fore I turns you into Swiss...this gig ain't worth dyin' o'er is it?" Lobo says as he levels the machine gun at the man. He let's a smile creep over his face and gives the man the opportunity to drop the gun.

Lobo closes the distance as the bullets whiz by moving towards the hand behind the chimney. He pauses, waiting for a break in the shots and then turns the corner machine gun at the ready and says "Hello boys. Smile for the flash." OOC: Going to wait till I know what Lobo sees around the other...

Aside from the backpack they'd been sharing Chase really doesn't have much but it's nice to take everything off and take a quick cat nap. He then gets up, stretches and walks over to Alicia's room since she had inhereted the roll of de facto leader. This was good though because Chase certainly...

Once inside the church Chase keeps his eyes open for anything of interest. He keeps his sunglasses on and just let's people assume that he's trying to get used to the light and he keeps his hands buried in his pockets.

As they walk towards the church through town, Chase takes the opportunity to look at what it is the others are wearing (from behind his sunglasses) and makes a mental note. He looks to see if they're wearing a lot or a little clothing and if they are or aren't wearing armor and if they are or...

"Sounds good to me." Chase responds. The entire time keeping his hands in his pockets so as to not be accused of trying to steal anything.

Lobo continues to charge forward in the truck toward the nearest wall. He turns the truck and slides it to a stop hopping out and moving towards the nearest window. He dives forward, through the window.

OOC: just need to know what's on the other side of the gate so that I know where Lobo would steer.

"Woo eeeeee" Lobo yells "Now dat's how ya make an entrance!!!! 'most time ta get dis pardy started. Hope y'all brought your pardy favors." (OOC: Have to wait till I'm back home to post initiative. If combat starts before that feel free to roll it for Lobo and just let me know where he stands in...

Still here. Still interested.

I'll look into it for sure. Probably make a character shortly (early next week - work and need of sleep).

"Really? I thought it was pretty proportionate. Eh, well." Lobo continues to drive towards the front gate with no sign of slowing.

Either way is fine by me (also the last week I've been trying to post but the site was down for maintanence everytime).

Lobo checks to see that the belt is fed properly into the BFG and as he takes the safety off he asks the group "Does this gun make my *ss look big?"

OOC: Hope everyone had Happy Holidays... Chase follows everyone else's lead and is glad that someone else's doing the talking. He tries to think back to see if he'd seen any of these "vacuum tubes" recently as he follows Alicia around.

Well, I have been enjoying the setting so far. I can't wait to see who we bump into. After all I never would've pictured the cookie monster as a spice runner...so I'm just looking forward to see what else you have in store for all of us.

Lobo, stunned by her appearance waits and fantasizes in his brain all the things he'd do if they had more time and a different set of circumstances for meeting and then lets a grin spread from one side of his face to the other. "Yeah, what he said..." is all he can thing of to respond.

Chase looks around the room as Alicia talks to Ephrem. He wondered to himself why he had the feeling of being watched as he walked down the street. He was used to being ignored, blending in so to speak. Now he stuck out like a sore thumb and wasn't really a fan of it. It was these outfits. He...