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Message: <blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 6711973" data-attributes="member: 11146">[OOC]No, a super bad ass surround sound system was not purchased.  You guys picked up a large flatscreen TV, a gaming system, videogames, music, cell phones, a computer for the group to use, a computer for Otter, the BlueTooth set, and Feral at least got an MP3 player.[/OOC]Marks frowned at the paltry half-box of baking soda brought to him by Feral.  Shrugging, he started sprinkling the powder on the largest of the girl's wounds.  The injury had been smoking as the slime ate through Esmeralda's flesh, but it slowed or stopped when Marks added the baking soda.  He nodded, satisfied.  "We're going to want more of that, and soon.  Run to Kroger, maybe."  Marks shot Cyril a weary look.  "Boss, my ass.  I'm your handler, and I arrange for your gear.  Like some old school Navy quartermaster.  Other than that, my job is to stitch you up when you need it so that no one at a hospital asks questions.  You're on your own to answer questions from the police."  Marks picked up Esmeralda's feet.  He turned to T-dawg.  "Help me carry her to the table in the other room where I put in your sutures the other day.  We'll get her out of sight for now, but someone needs to clean up the floor, and hurry."  Marks and T-dawg hauled off Esmeralda.  Where the girl had laid on the floor was covered in slime and blood.  When J.R. yelled for everyone to hide the hardware, T-dawg shrugged.  He hadn't had his gun out.  It was with his cot, like the rest of his gear.  J.R. started dragging the thrall down the hallway, toward the stairs leading to the basement.  The thrall was large enough and heavy enough and slippery enough to be a two-person job to carry.  Without any help, all J.R. could do was drag the slimy thing, which left--like Esmeralda--a bloody slimy streak on the floor.The sound of emergency vehicle sirens grew louder.  No flashing lights were visible just yet, but from the sound of it both squad cars and either an ambulance or a fire truck were enroute.[ooc]Things to do include:  1) cleaning up the kitchen--Cyril tore it apart like a hurricane; 2) mopping the hallway and bathroom floor; 3) disguising the multiple bullet holes in the bathroom; 4) answering the door if the police knock; 5) answering police questions if asked; and 6) stowing your firearms (or not, you *do* have permits).  That's not an exhaustive list.  I'm sure you can think of other things you might like to do before the cops arrive.[/ooc]</blockquote>

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