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As Ryan starts driving in that direction, a thought comes to his mind. "Ya wouldn't happen to know who her agent/manager/whatever-they-call-themselves is, wouldja? I reckon he'd be more talkable, and prolly more knowledgable, too. Ahh well, at th least she can give us the name of said-person."

Normand guffaws. "If I had anything specific in mind, I wouldn't be asking what there is to do. As you said, I doubt anything real fancy would be around here. But surely, a place to have a few drinks, play some cards, something."

Normand, as usual, takes the time to stow his gear properly in the appropriate place before even thinking of finding some water available to remove the worse of the grit off of himself. His minimal ablutions completed, he thinks of what to do next. Alright, I need to find something to do. I...

Normand silently prepares himself for the march ahead, feeling somewhat contented. Wasn't shot at, didn't kill anyone, probably didn't get in trouble, helped some people.. Yeah, I guess we have a good day once in a while.

Honestly? If they really like to avoid killing, having them come in in large number and using non-lethal weapons would probably work better, and drive in the fact that they are not blood-thirsty.

I.. assumed it was magical sleep poison is all. :cool:

But.. Elves are immune to sleep effects..

Well Bloodbowl is neither a real sport or a RPG, but it should count. Street Fighter is sort of like UFC, which is sort of like a sport. And it was made into a RPG.

Normand looks at Ortu with a surprised look on his face, then gives him his most innocent grin. "Me? Fighting for them.. Fighting them.. Heh. As long as I'm fighting and getting paid for it, what do I care?"

Amazingly, I had the exact opposite problem. We were forming a new group, and a guy we didn't know asked if he could bring his girlfriend. We said "yeah", somewhat reluctantly, as we knew all about that sort of things. Turns out the girlfriend was the perfect newbie gamer, coming up with...

It took me a while to realize I had lucked out. Within 2 months of moving to an area in which I knew virtually no one (my wife and her family was it), I found a group willing to take on an extra player. And I've been playing with 'em for.. Of, 4-5 years now? Of course, they lucked out to, I...

Ryan rubs his face with his hands, obviously not pleased by the development. "Ayuh. And now, iffin' we put pressure on that mcnutsy, it goes up to his boss, who calls the bigshot at the studios, who has contacts in Washington Ah'd bet, so we get shut down that way even faster. How the heck we...

Ryan shrugs. "Can't say I know much 'bout the movie biz. May be she thought using a name of a somewhat unknown with more credits than her would get her foot in the door, and once she got in.. Get famous.. Doesn't matter if it's found out? 'Course, if it got widespread enough, could be a...

Ryan gives the ME his card, with the new number at which messages can be left for him scribbled on the back. On their way to his car, he shakes his head. "Ah do not know what is going on here, pardner, but it smells bad, real bad to this lil' town ex-hick cop turned feeb. Sure, that poor miz...

Normand shrugs and continues working. Finding himself next to Ortu, he addresses him quietly. "Ortu, my friend, I may not have been a légionnaire that long, but even I have learned that my superiors will let me know wether or not we should wonder as to what's going on. And then, they'll make...

As a french-canadian, I do have to quote that. As many english people, if not more, wished to make peace with Hitler as french citizens resisted, under De Gaulle. In fact, Lord Halifax came very close of being PM of England, in which case he would have most likely made some sort of peace.

Well, I've been keeping myself from peeking, mostly because I tought I'be be beaten fot looking I thought it might impact the regular or our own posts.. But since past experiences showed lil influences, I thought I'd ask.

Mac had looked at Shannan unbelievingly, then bursted out with a quick laugh. "Oh hell no we don't make a report, ma'am. Ya got to understand right now, we be the Feds. All local copshops will treat us this way, at first. We go to IA with that, it's chickensh.. crap. We will build a file...

Great, we're about to get attacked by the SAS, aren't we? BTW.. Would it be bad/a problem for us to read the other's storyline when we are separated? I'm sure Marcel is having as fun a time as we are, and have to admit I'm curious. I'm sure all of us could keep OOC knowledge OOC. But if...

"Yeah ma'am.. As it stands, ah figure we go see the coroner, then the crime scene. If that gives us nahthing, then ah guess where she worked and her apartment would be the next step."