CB's Grim Frequencies IC -- COMPLETE

[CanadienneBacon]

Marks jumped a mile high when Feral touched his shoulder. "WTF!" The blankets fell to the floor in a heap, revealing Marks in a t-shirt and thermal underwear bottoms that covered his legs. He blinked, confused, but appeared to calm down. "What is it now?" He swung his legs over the edge of the cot and stood up.

OOC: Make Perception checks, [MENTION=6755061]Kiraya_TiDrekan[/MENTION], [MENTION=12430]gribble[/MENTION], [MENTION=6763059]Rubberneck[/MENTION].

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral holds his hands up, "Hey, its cool. Just wanted to apologize for knocking your crap loose earlier. And, uh, make sure you aren't an alien."

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

[roll0]

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Those are mighty fine Fila candystripe IU warmups that Marks is wearing.

 

[Rubberneck]

[roll0]

J.R. stands in the doorway, narrowing his eyes, studying Marks.

"We got cupny from da local office. Brung some jagoff from a cawidge or summina looky at da beast. Apparently it's infectious. Since yinz had da most contact aht of alls of us figgerd we'd check yinz aht. Come git some chow and meet our guests."

 

[gribble]

T-dawg also watches from the doorway, without a word for now.

OOC: Perception: [roll0]

 

[CanadienneBacon]

OOC: Ya'll are some astute MF.

Marks scrubbed at sleepy eyes, put on a hooded sweatshirt, shoved his feet in kicks, and trailed after the group as it headed toward the kitchen. His eyes fell on Keihn. Marks said nothing more than a short, "Keihn.", which he offered with a quick handshake, and then Marks leaned back against the counter, his hands crossed over his chest. A bruise blossomed on his face--a dark purple and red flower.

OOC: Make Perception checks, all of you.

 

[Forged Fury]

OOC: Perception: [roll0]

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Cyril fingered the business card given to him by Bukowski. He spied the SETI moniker. Marks went unnoticed.

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

[roll0]