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<blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 6481045" data-attributes="member: 11146"><a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/showthread.php?398069-CB-s-d20-Modern-Grim-Frequencies-Rogues-Gallery&amp;p=6516799#post6516799" target="_blank">RG</a><a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/showthread.php?391935-CB-s-Grim-Frequencies-AP-OOC" target="_blank">OOC</a>[ATTACH]65861[/ATTACH]It's Monday, December 29, 2014.&nbsp; 2:30 pm.&nbsp; Chow is served at 5 pm.&nbsp; Morning work detail is done, lunch is over, and it's 8 degrees outside.&nbsp; Too cold to go outside for an hour, even at midday.&nbsp; You are in your cell, whiling away the time.&nbsp; Somewhere down the hall and around the corner, in the rec room probably, a television drones.&nbsp; Stumpy likes to watch Golden Girls re-runs, and what Stumpy wants, Stumpy invariably gets since he's in for two consecutive life sentences and has little to loose by bashing in the face of anyone who dares touch the remote.&nbsp; Blanche's Southern falsetto echoes down your hall, &quot;Honey, I know I told you where babies come from, but did I ever mention where they come OUT?&quot;&nbsp; Your overhead fluorescent light flickers off, leaving your cell bathed in the dim light from the prison hall.&nbsp; You are all in FCI Terre Haute, a medium security Federal correctional facility.&nbsp; All five of you have cells occupying Block 2B.&nbsp; There are twenty cells in Block 2B.&nbsp; The Feds, in their infinite wisdom, have housed you one to a cell, despite claims of prison overcrowding and some of you being sent to a medium-security joint for white collar or other non-violent crimes.&nbsp; Hell, five of the cells on Block 2B are unoccupied.&nbsp; What a waste.&nbsp; Stumpy's cell is here, as is T-dawg, Cyril, Feral Li, J.R., and some whacked silent chick who goes by the name D3@tH OtT3R.&nbsp; Whatever the hell that is.&nbsp; Best not to ask, sometimes.Prim heels click down the hall, followed by what sounds like an armada of heavier bootfalls.&nbsp; The heel clicks are different--don't hear those every day.&nbsp; Keys jangle, and cell doors open.&nbsp; First J.R.'s.&nbsp; You think.&nbsp; Then, a few moments later, Feral Li's cell opens.&nbsp; J.R. and Feral Li are escorted elsewhere, somewhere off-wing, by the sound of it.&nbsp; Next &quot;heels&quot; and the &quot;armada&quot; com for T-dawg, who is taken away solo, without anyone else leaving.&nbsp; Round three has &quot;heels&quot; and the &quot;armada,&quot; which turns out to be two prison guards and two armed Federal marshalls, coming to collect Cyril and D3@tH OtT3R.&nbsp; &quot;Heels&quot; turns out to be a woman in a black skirt suit, wearing a chignon and two-inch black patent leather heels. [ATTACH]65863[/ATTACH]You are escorted, in shackles on your ankles and with your hands handcuffed in front of you, down Block 2B, to the left, and into a large interview room.&nbsp; Each of the five of you is directed to sit in a chair at a table with a metal bar running down the center.&nbsp; One of the two prison guards handcuffs your manacles to the metal bar on the table.&nbsp; Once you are restrained to the table, &quot;Heels&quot; nods and the two prison guards leave, closing the door behind them.&nbsp; The interview room is white cinder block.&nbsp; There's a one-way mirror on the east wall.&nbsp; T-dawg and Cyril are shackled on the south side of the table.&nbsp; On the north side, with your backs to the door, sit J.R., D3@tH OtT3R, and Feral Li.&nbsp; The two Federal marshalls stand, flanking the inside of the room's doorway.&nbsp; &quot;Heels&quot; gives you a tight-lipped smile and moves to take a seat at the west end of the table, and extracts five orange folders from a Michael Kors briefcase beside her chair.&nbsp; &quot;I'm Beatrice Garvey.&nbsp; Thanks for your time today.&nbsp; You're Thomas Jeffries, Cyril Kennedy, J.R. Lockwood, Fiona Lewis, and . . .&quot; Garvey pauses, frowning at the fifth file, then frowning at D3@tH OtT3R.&nbsp; &quot;The file has your name redacted.&nbsp; We'll just call you Otter.&quot;&nbsp; Garvey claps the fifth file closed and pushes the stack of folders to the side.&nbsp; Crossing her arms beneath her breasts, Garvey continues, &quot;The organization I work for has a job that needs doing.&nbsp; We've run your criminal histories and backgrounds.&nbsp; You five have a specific skill set that suits our purpose.&nbsp; In exchange for your service for a finite time, we are prepared to offer you house arrest for the duration of your prison terms, the remaining balance of which will immediately be halved.&nbsp; For some of you, this is a substantial reduction.&quot;&nbsp; Garvey smiles again, waiting for your response.ALL:&nbsp; Make a Perception check and include the roll result in your next post, which should contain your PC's response to Garvey.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="CanadienneBacon, post: 6481045, member: 11146"] [url=http://www.enworld.org/forum/showthread.php?398069-CB-s-d20-Modern-Grim-Frequencies-Rogues-Gallery&p=6516799#post6516799]RG[/url] [url=http://www.enworld.org/forum/showthread.php?391935-CB-s-Grim-Frequencies-AP-OOC]OOC[/url] [ATTACH=CONFIG]65861._xfImport[/ATTACH] It's Monday, December 29, 2014. 2:30 pm. Chow is served at 5 pm. Morning work detail is done, lunch is over, and it's 8 degrees outside. Too cold to go outside for an hour, even at midday. You are in your cell, whiling away the time. Somewhere down the hall and around the corner, in the rec room probably, a television drones. Stumpy likes to watch Golden Girls re-runs, and what Stumpy wants, Stumpy invariably gets since he's in for two consecutive life sentences and has little to loose by bashing in the face of anyone who dares touch the remote. Blanche's Southern falsetto echoes down your hall, "Honey, I know I told you where babies come from, but did I ever mention where they come OUT?" Your overhead fluorescent light flickers off, leaving your cell bathed in the dim light from the prison hall. You are all in FCI Terre Haute, a medium security Federal correctional facility. All five of you have cells occupying Block 2B. There are twenty cells in Block 2B. The Feds, in their infinite wisdom, have housed you one to a cell, despite claims of prison overcrowding and some of you being sent to a medium-security joint for white collar or other non-violent crimes. Hell, five of the cells on Block 2B are unoccupied. What a waste. Stumpy's cell is here, as is T-dawg, Cyril, Feral Li, J.R., and some whacked silent chick who goes by the name D3@tH OtT3R. Whatever the hell that is. Best not to ask, sometimes. Prim heels click down the hall, followed by what sounds like an armada of heavier bootfalls. The heel clicks are different--don't hear those every day. Keys jangle, and cell doors open. First J.R.'s. You think. Then, a few moments later, Feral Li's cell opens. J.R. and Feral Li are escorted elsewhere, somewhere off-wing, by the sound of it. Next "heels" and the "armada" com for T-dawg, who is taken away solo, without anyone else leaving. Round three has "heels" and the "armada," which turns out to be two prison guards and two armed Federal marshalls, coming to collect Cyril and D3@tH OtT3R. "Heels" turns out to be a woman in a black skirt suit, wearing a chignon and two-inch black patent leather heels. [ATTACH=CONFIG]65863._xfImport[/ATTACH] You are escorted, in shackles on your ankles and with your hands handcuffed in front of you, down Block 2B, to the left, and into a large interview room. Each of the five of you is directed to sit in a chair at a table with a metal bar running down the center. One of the two prison guards handcuffs your manacles to the metal bar on the table. Once you are restrained to the table, "Heels" nods and the two prison guards leave, closing the door behind them. The interview room is white cinder block. There's a one-way mirror on the east wall. T-dawg and Cyril are shackled on the south side of the table. On the north side, with your backs to the door, sit J.R., D3@tH OtT3R, and Feral Li. The two Federal marshalls stand, flanking the inside of the room's doorway. "Heels" gives you a tight-lipped smile and moves to take a seat at the west end of the table, and extracts five orange folders from a Michael Kors briefcase beside her chair. [color=red]"I'm Beatrice Garvey. Thanks for your time today. You're Thomas Jeffries, Cyril Kennedy, J.R. Lockwood, Fiona Lewis, and . . ."[/color] Garvey pauses, frowning at the fifth file, then frowning at D3@tH OtT3R. [color=red]"The file has your name redacted. We'll just call you Otter."[/color] Garvey claps the fifth file closed and pushes the stack of folders to the side. Crossing her arms beneath her breasts, Garvey continues, [color=red]"The organization I work for has a job that needs doing. We've run your criminal histories and backgrounds. You five have a specific skill set that suits our purpose. In exchange for your service for a finite time, we are prepared to offer you house arrest for the duration of your prison terms, the remaining balance of which will immediately be halved. For some of you, this is a substantial reduction."[/color] Garvey smiles again, waiting for your response. [color=red]ALL: Make a Perception check and include the roll result in your next post, which should contain your PC's response to Garvey.[/color] [/QUOTE]

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