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Julian paces the room, left to his thoughts. He spies the computer on the cart, strongly considering interrogating it for answers, but with the guards nearby and a general on the way, getting caught unauthorized on a terminal probably wasn't the best introduction he could give. Scanning the room...

"Umm..." he replies, at first quietly and carefully as if speaking to the Pope and the Queen of England at the same time... "Candidate for what? Who's General Hammond? At the same time, his voice gets stronger, realizing that whatever he's being asked to do, at least somebody thinks he's...

Throughout this entire procedure, Julian says nothing unless he is asked a question. The guards, and anyone else seeing him, would note that he is SCARED TO DEATH. He has the look of someone who is being taken to the Chateau d'If, rather than Cheyenne Mountain. His eyes are wide and scanning the...

Testing out hex colors... Testing out hex colors... Nevermind, I guess I have it figured out :) This will be my new speech color and this will be my thought color.

Most of the colors look garbage-y on the ENWorld background. Is there a way to specify HTML-like RGB colors, or is it just their set? Alternatively, is there a list of all the colors available somewhere?

Julian follows the guards through the forested area, obviously concerned. The guards can tell from looking at him that he's wishing with all his might that he could click his heels together and whisk himself back to Virginia. Walking into the small building, he sighs heavily, wondering what...

Julian nods, smiling a bit. "Let me guess.. Patrick AFB/Cape Canaveral. I used to work GPS Maintenance at Kwajelein. As for my new gig, I can't talk about it either. Stalemate, huh?" He sits back in his seat, setting his booted laptop on his knee as the plane roars into the atmosphere. "Go...

With a smile, he takes her hand and gives it a gentle, chivalrous handshake. "Julian Anderson. A pleasure, _____ Smart. You going my way?" Julian stretches back in the seat with an exaggerated sigh. "Gotta love the legroom. So... <grins nervously> "I guess we're all here for the same thing. So...

Julian grins at the cadre of soldiers forming his escort, making nervous jokes such as, "What, no Secret Service earpieces?" The guards probably aren't very amused. The first smile he's seen since the generals showed up comes from the seated woman, so he sits down a seat or two away, within...

Julian sighs, standing off the Colonel's desk, setting his backpack down in the chair across from the desk and offering a legitimate attempt at a salute. As little love as he had for the guy, he seems to be trying to help. "That makes two of us, Sir. With all due respect." When the salute ends...

Julian grins, as if he's been waiting his whole career to say the words about to come from his mouth. Before looking up to face the door and his soon-to-be-ex commanding officer, he stuffs the huge packet into his backpack, securely out of view. With a deep breath to bury any sign of fear at...

Ashley looks up at the window, setting down the humming alien death box... "I just saved a bunch of money on my car insurance!"

.oO(Man, these people sure are serious... Combat... situation...? Alright, I'm in deep now... Guess I need to lay off the donuts if I wanna pass this physical. Or do I? I don't know how I feel about combat situations. ... Allergies? Uncle Joe's cologne. Hope we don't encounter any of that in...

Looks like Ms. Wolfe is going to have to give TSgt. Anderson a crash course in defensive combat.

Meanwhile... The Gate Room guard is staring at the source of the microwaves when a loud buzzing alarm sounds throughout the room. The noise stirs him like a shot, and he springs forward. Donning protective gloves against the heat, he opens the door and removes his lunch.

General Gray Area OOC: Egads! The general had a sex change before my very eyes!

Translation: The lady gets to pick first, you get what's left. Been married too long; I know how it works :) - Jaeden the Sleeps on the Floor When She Won't Scoot Over

Julian nods. "I'll get started with it right away, Generals. Also, when will I be doing the exit interview with Col. Willingham?" He sits at a small work table in the office, cracking open the paperwork and looking it over while waiting for any other instructions or responses from the generals...

"Oh. Great." "Wait a minute.. You didn't say anything about that. I can at least maintain contact with them, right? So long as I don't tell them anything classified, I mean?" OOC: <insert response from generals here> With a deep sigh, Julian considers what he's just gotten himself into...

"NORAD?! Holy ----! Ahhmm... Sir!" <grimaces at the outburst, stammering to recover> "Ahhh...yeah. Be right back, sirs." Julian hurries to his desk, throwing his backpack from the floor up onto his chair. He tosses in his Pentium guy, his coffee cup (almost forgetting to empty it first), his...