Brownout Part I: Into the night

[ErichDragon]

"Rather peculiar that we find nuclear protection gear immedietly after seeing a town vaporized, isn't it? I wonder if this was placed here recently or if this businees just coincidentally was located in the blackout."

Father Flannigan will look around for any signs of how long this company has been here, if this type of equipment has always been their main business, etc., etc.

 

[Starman]

Jeremy yawns and stretches. He digs one of the chemical protectant suits out and rolls it up into a ball. He pulls his pistols out of their holsters and puts them under the suit and then he lays down in the middle of the floor, head on the chem suit "pillow" and begins to snore. Loudly.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Jacque picks up a pair of thick nitrola gloves, an emergency respirator, a plastic face shield and a pamphlet on cleaning up hazardous chemical spills. He puts them away into his backpack and sets it down against a wall, nodding appreciatively at Jeremy's make-shift bedding.

"The man has a good idea, yes?" he says.

Jacque checks if any chairs left in the office are comfortable enough to sleep in, but doesn't go to sleep just yet, seeking out the young wizard.

"I'll be speaking to you next Father, don't think I missed the trick with the box," he says quietly with a smile.

He approaches Adrian and stands before him, one arm cradling the one with a bullet wound.

"So, I simply assume you are here to inspect the 'Brownout', yes? As am I, but my reasons are more personal I would think. You need not be concerned by my prying, I only wish to know those who travel with me. Especially those with your... talent. I am curious, how much skill and knowledge do you wield with the arcane? I seek someone familiar with Gypsy magic," Jacque says, only loud enough for the two of them to hear.

 

[UnDfind]

Adrian: The gieger counters do not work.
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Ben: You get the bikes, and the black pads.
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Father Flannigan: There isn't much left, as far as paperwork goes, but you do manage to find two odd things.

The first is a shipping order found after pulling one of the empty desks away from the wall. It is for 387 crates of "__________" and 56 crates of "_____________." Apparently, the crates arrived on "______________," and were supposed to be shiped out to "________________" on "__________________." The shipping order has the United States Department of Defense seal on it.

The second odd thing is an old dusty sealed envelope taped to the back of the desk. It appears to have been there for quite some time.

 

[Zhure]

Ben

"I've got us some wheels, gentlemen. Sure beats walking."

 

[ErichDragon]

Father Flannigan eyes the sealed envelope with suspicion. After several moments, curiosity gets the better of him and he opens it.


OOC: Are the "_____________" in the above post blank spots on the paper, waiting to be filled in, or blacked out like in classified documents?

 

[UnDfind]

Father Flannigan:

It looks like they were blacked out.

In the envelope is a key on a keyring. There is a label attached to the keyring as well. It says "If found, please reurn to 817 Abel Grove, Dallas, TX."

 

[ErichDragon]

"Well, has anyone found any locked doors. It appears there is a lonely key here behind the desk. By the way what is the address of this building?"

 

[ErichDragon]

*BUMP*

What's up ya'll?

 

[Festy_Dog]

[ooc: Sorry, just waiting for Adrian's reply.]