CB's Grim Frequencies IC -- COMPLETE

[Rubberneck]

Stealth Roll: [roll0]

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[roll1]

 

[Rubberneck]

(OOC :: WAT now it works... LOL use whichever you want haha)

 

[CanadienneBacon]

At the sound of Cyril's voice behind her, Esmeralda spun around. Her focus was off T-dawg and on the former lawyer. She started to raise her Derringer, then thought better of it. "I--. I don't w----." The girl took a step toward the back door, then stopped. She eyed Cyril. "Grits would be nice. Hang on, lemme see if Tommy's made a run for it." Esmeralda looked around to see if anyone was going to stop her, decided they weren't, and shuffled to the back door. She opened the portal and stuck her head out, shivering in the blast of artic air that whipped in from the outdoors. "Tommy?" A long moment later, Esmeralda closed the door with a sigh. She strumped back to the kitchen and plopped down in a chair at the table. The Derringer went on the table in front of her. Everyone could see that the safety was off.

"Yeah, he took off. So it's just me."

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Esmeralda appeared to have noticed Cyril and Marks, but not Feral or J.R..

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral yawned, "Crappy time for guests. What the hell is going on?"

 

[Rubberneck]

J.R continues his approach and softly, but stern as to not scare the girl says,

"Now ma'am we'd be a lot more at ease if you'd go ahead and git rid of that gun. In fact hauscome don't yinz give it to me fer now. You'll git it back whenever I believe yinz won't try and shoot us. Wir not gowen to hurt you. yinz have my word "

He offers a reassuring smile and holds out his hand, raising it slowly.

Diplomacy Check?: [roll0]

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Esmeralda jumped when she realized two others (J.R. and Feral) had joined the group in the kitchen. She forcibly shook her head no and reached for the Derringer, moving to put it in her lap. When she grabbed the gun, however, it discharged, firing a shot at random, and very nearly striking Feral. The bullet missed, however, and plugged itself into the wooden doorframe.

Esmeralda started to cry and dropped the gun on the floor. "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! I'm, like, so sorry! Oh my God, are you ok?"

Down in the bowels of the basement, Otter woke to the sound of a firecracker and shrieking.

OOC: Feral's character sheet needs to please be updated to include his AC.

 

[Shayuri]

The gunshot brought Death Otter awake in a heartbeat, her eyes opening immediately and adrenalin flooding her body. She rolled off her couch-slash-bed and then under it, grabbing her pistol from where it had been secreted in the slats under it. A clip was nearby it, and she clicked it in and listened.

A scream. Someone was freaking out. High pitched. Female. Stranger.

Damnit, couldn't this have waited until she got the cameras up?

She wriggled out from under the couch and started creeping upstairs in her oversized T-shirt, listening all the while to try to make out what people were saying.

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

"WHAT THE HOWLING HELL?" Feral yelled as he dove to the floor.

Getting up to his knees he says angrily, "Somebody take that thing away from her."

OOC: I have it listed as Defense, right after my saves and just above my initiative.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

OOC: Thanks. Missed it somehow.