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CB's Grim Frequencies IC -- COMPLETE

Death Otter stood up at that, and drew a deep breath, like she was about to really start having an epic temper tantrum...

...and then stopped, frowning.

"Wait. Waitwaitwait. Those guys that jumped you in the store. Were they after YOU, or a BunBun? Like, did they go after a BunBun before they made you, or did they wait for YOU to get one before they moved in?"
 

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Feral shrugs, "Far as I know, there was only one BunBun left and Russian buzzcut guy and Cyril both went for it. Pretty sure the KGB or whatever isn't after us...well, they weren't anyway."
 

J.R. shuffles a bit in his cot,

"woll technically Cyril had it in his hans whenever he was confronted. I dint see wheres abahts that jagoff come from so it could be possible he was targeted but I'm not sure."
 

Cyril scratched his neck. "I grabbed the rabbit, turned around, and the guy was already way too close for comfort. He must have been right behind me. T-Dawg probably saw what went down. But the guy offered me money for the Bun-Bun. When I told him no, he flipped... so I think he really wanted the toy."
 
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"Huh, okay," D0 muses. "So...damage control, or competitor...?"

"Really need a computer now. Or maybe..."

She whirled to look at Marks.

"...phone please."
 
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T-dawg listens intently to the conversation - though it's pretty obvious he's out of his depth here. He nods and adds "Yep, that's pretty much what happened" when Cyril describes the confrontation with Buzz Cut.

"Anyway, seems like you all know a lot more bout this stuff than me. I'll leave you guys to figure it out - holler if you need me", he says, already heading over to his cot and lying down with a heavy thump. Having sad his two cents, he is quite happy to sit back and let the eggheads nut this one out, and within seconds all can hear his rhythmic snoring reverberating through the room.
 

OOC: It literally is going to take me days to cull through this thread and award XP for the many excellent and hilarious things that were said in the last 24 hours. You guys are the best.
 

Marks got up at some point while Otter ripped apart the BunBun. He'd been gone a while--a good fifteen minutes--before returning to the kitchen. He walked in and stopped short. "Hey, what's going on in here? Why so tense?" He took another step forward, and looked from face to face around the room. "A'ight. So. Look, it's late and we have an early-ish day tomorrow. I'll get up early and put in our requisition, and then we need to go to DFAS to get some funding squared away. After that, a trip to BestBuy is in our future. Ya'll need phones. At a minimum."

Marks knit his eyebrows together, thinking. "Who's an early riser? I need you to get up and scan the local news, first thing. See if the incident at the store made the headlines. The TV's in the reception area, up front." Marks pointed to the front of the church. "The rest of everybody, get some shut-eye. It's been a long day."
 


Feral says, "I get up at 5 every morning, boss. It'll be weird watching TV, though. I gave up on it a looong time ago. I'd rather be doing than watching, know what I mean? Anyway, if no one else is up, I'll keep an eye on it while I'm working out. Cool?"
 

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