CB's Grim Frequencies IC -- COMPLETE

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral plugs his nose, "Phew. I hope the showers work at the new place because damn."

 

[Forged Fury]

Cyril stewed for a few seconds, shifting his position and playing with the heater vent so that whatever smell he had picked up from the dumpster was hopefully wafting more directly toward Feral. Satisfied with what he mentally tallied as a small victory, he said, "Alright Gavin, there you go man, the FCC has it's stupid rabbit."

Pausing for a brief second, the man continued, "But can we talk a little about how the FCC got said stupid rabbit? Five people, completely bereft of any kind of support, managed to overcome some buzz-cut Bravta jackass who was also gunning for the rabbit. Oh yeah, not even joking about the gunning part. You see the hole in J.R.'s shoulder adding to the palette of the inside of your van? So yeah, literally gunning for it... and that was after he used pepper spray. Then there's us, nothing but fists and feet." Everyone in the car was 100% positive Cyril included himself in the collective noun.

Getting into it, the former lawyer started gesticulating, spreading the aroma clinging to his clothes to the rest of the van. "Managing to evade him through an amazing display of subterfuge and legerdemain, three of us exit the store and find... nothing. Our ride had disappeared. But for some reason, the FCC of all people can't provide us with cell phones before sending us in on an important mission? Seriously? You guys literally control the airwaves. Again, we're forced to rely on our wits and natural talent to avoid getting run over by a hooptie before miraculously being picked up by our sponsor."

Looking around the van, Cyril finished, "So seriously man, we've got to talk about some terms and conditions for our next job. This could have gone way worse than it did."

 

[Forged Fury]

OOC: I apparently screwed up the code for the roll when I first posted it. Not sure if I need to roll anything here, but figured I would in case it's needed. [roll0]

 

[gribble]

T-dawg listens intently to what Cyril is saying, and when he finishes he looks somewhat shamefaced at Marks and mumbles noncommittally, "Yeah, what Cyril said. That could have gone real bad", then realising what he said and glancing even more shamefaced at JR, mumbles in an even lower voice "Well, even *more* real bad".

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral shrugs, "The way I see it, we succeeded in our objective, everyone's alive, and we're gonna get paid. Yeah, phones would be nice, but I kind of like to keep things low tech. The less we need the FCC and the more they need us, the better."

 

[Shayuri]

Death Otter cackled from the front seat and looked back.

"You guys have to admit, that was pretty awesome," she points out. "The part where you all jumped in the trash? If I had a PHONE I would have put that all OVER the Tubes of You. That was classic."

 

[Rubberneck]

"Oh yah it was real f****n awsome an went great."

J.R. says giving Otter and Feral a wicked glare.

"Yinz can give me sufficient means to protect myself or I take a s**t onnat contract an turn myself back in to finish off my sentence. I don't owe my country s**t anymore."

J.R. is obviously angry. A gunshot wound tends to do that to people.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

OOC: I apparently screwed up the code for the roll when I first posted it. Not sure if I need to roll anything here, but figured I would in case it's needed. [roll0]

What skill is that roll for? Diplomacy? Dear God.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Marks drove carefully, drove the speed limit, drove to avoid notice. He used his turn signals, and continually checked his rearview mirror. "I don't suppose anyone got the license plate on that green monstrosity of a vehicle?"

OOC: Wow, you guys suck at Perception. To answer my own question, no, no one caught the license plate number. I rolled a 13 for T-dawg.

He only half paid attention to Cyril. About ten seconds after Cyril bleated about a hole in J.R.'s shoulder, however, Otter heard Marks swear softly under his breath. "F---." Marks shot a look at the rearview mirror and grimaced at J.R. He drove another fifty feet and made a slow right turn, easing the van to a stop in a Taco Bell parking lot. Marks turned around. "You're hurt. Gunshot?" He turned to T-dawg. "Get his jacket and shirt off. Careful, like. Did you staunch the blood flow?"

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral helps with the bandaging while saying to Marks, "Any reason we can't go to a hospital?"

He holds up his hand for emphasis, though it was obviously nowhere near as severe as the gunshot.