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Message: <blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 6604811" data-attributes="member: 11146">Round 5, Resolved[ooc]Forged Fury may or may not have power in his neck of the woods after a severe weather event earlier this week.  In the interest of keeping this game live, I'll post for him (and for Shayuri/Otter, who I know is swamped) in the interim.  Hopefully, both of them return to posting soon.[/ooc]Initiative:  Otter 23 Cyril 18 J.R. 17 T-dawg 15 Feral 8 Hummer H3 1[hr][/hr]There was almost no room between the Hummer and the driver's side of the SHO where Cyril sat, so J.R. tapped on the front passenger window.  Otter was in the passenger seat, and she rolled down the window.  "S'up, clown?"  Otter snarked at J.R..  Cyril said nothing.  He seemed to be white-knuckling the steering wheel and mumbling to himself.  When J.R. looked inside the SHO, he saw that Cyril was also rocking in his seat.  Just a bit.T-dawg took the card proffered by Freddie, then looked uncertainly between Freddie, JR and Feral. "Uh... yeah, about that... I'm not really sure of the address where we live, and I don't have a phone... I've recently been... indisposed?"  The last word was said as a question more than a statement, as if grappling with a word whose meaning he didn't really understand, but had heard it used in this context before and thought it might be appropriate. "...and I just moved into a new place yesterday. Perhaps, it's better if we just follow you?"When T-dawg heard the train approaching, he turned toward the tracks.  His face took on a sudden look of horror, then slowly faded into relief.[sblock=T-dawg]To clarify, not all the lanes are blocked.  The third lane (which is the left lane) is still open, and cars have occasionally been zipping past.[/sblock] Feral suddenly looked at T-Dawg, alarmed. Hopefully the big lug knew better than to give out the group's real address.  For the moment, however, it appeared that T-dawg hadn't given out the address for the church.  Either than, or he couldn't remember it or never knew it.  Regardless, Feral kept waiting for the men in the Hummer to make the first move. Freddie frowned at T-dawg.  "Your friends don't got no address neither?  Hang on a minute."  With a sidelong glance at Feral, Freddie retreated from T-dawg and went over to the Hummer.  He walked around the vehicle to the rear passenger-side door and motioned for Mr. Pinky to open up.  The locks on the door popped open, and the door cracked open.  Feral heard Mr. Pinky say quietly, "What's the deal with these jokers?"  Freddie frowned briefly in Feral's direction, then leaned into the inside of the Hummer and spoke softly.[sblock=Feral]Make a Perception check DC 13 to see if Feral can overhear what Freddie and Mr. Pinky say.[/sblock][ooc]End of Round 5.  We're building toward something, I promise.  Bear with me.  Everyone is up, please post at will and I will resolve actions in initiative order.[/ooc]</blockquote>

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