[D20 Modern] Stargate - Part I Recruitment - IC [PG-13]

[Keia]

The Lear Jet, Goldsboro-Wayne Municipal Airport
Goldsboro, North Carolina
12:45pm, Late Spring 2003

At that moment, Lt. Terrell made his way out of the Lear's rest room with a certain distinctive paleness of face. His eyes were drawn as though he hadn't slept much, and one hand was subconsciously holding his stomach. He offered those around a weak smile as he made his way to the bar, clearly looking for a power drink of some kind, finally settling on some Gatorade.

 

[Vardeman]

The Lear Jet, Goldsboro-Wayne Municipal Airport
Goldsboro, North Carolina
12:45pm, Late Spring 2003

As Durant and Stewart left the plane, Montoya stood and whistled for everyone's attention. "Ladies and gentlemen. Let's head over to the motel and get cleaned up. We'll get two rooms, hopefully adjoining, and take turns showering. Miss Nguyen can go first in the ladies' room, followed by Miss Fallon, and Staff Sergeant Campbell can go first in the men's room, followed by Mr. Fisher and Lieutenant Terrell. I'll go last. We only have a couple of hours, so please, let's be quick about it. Any questions?"

V

 

[Fanog]

The Lear Jet, Goldsboro-Wayne Municipal Airport
Goldsboro, North Carolina
12:45pm, Late Spring 2003

"Nope, no questions. I'd just like to add my request that we pack light for our trip to the hotel. We'll try to avoid attracting any more attention then necessary. And everyone, please keep an eye out for each other."

Having said that, Leonard fishes around in his range pack, putting on a normal jacket instead of his uniform jacket. He takes a look around the cabin, checking if anyone needs help. His eyes rest on Lorelai and her bloodied shirt. "Lorelai, do you have a coat of sorts to cover up the stain, or would you have to borrow something, for the time being?"

 

[KitanaVorr]

The Lear Jet, Goldsboro-Wayne Municipal Airport
Goldsboro, North Carolina
12:45pm, Late Spring 2003

Lorelai frowns slightly at who was leaving and staying. "Shouldn't Lt. Stewart and Ms. Fallon go to the hospital at least? I mean, they got shot and I didn't get the impression they were flesh wounds. Things like that can get infected if not treated properly."

Though her happiness factor shot up several points at finally spotting Lt. Terrell, quite glad that so far he was still with them.

Originally posted by Fanog
"Lorelai, do you have a coat of sorts to cover up the stain, or would you have to borrow something, for the time being?"

"No...I don't have a coat handy - its packed."

Slowly, she pulled herself up and straightened her clothes as best she could. Running fingers through her loose hair, she sighed, careful not to strain her pounding head too much. "Ms. Fallon can go first in the shower since she's injured...do you need some help?" she asks Rylee with some concern.

 

[Dark Nemesis]

The Lear Jet, Goldsboro-Wayne Municipal Airport
Goldsboro, North Carolina
12:45pm, Late Spring 2003

Lorelai frowns slightly at who was leaving and staying. "Shouldn't Lt. Stewart and Ms. Fallon go to the hospital at least? I mean, they got shot and I didn't get the impression they were flesh wounds. Things like that can get infected if not treated properly."

She blinked upon hearing her name, and looked up from her bag where she was endeavoring to remove her spare change of clothes. "It would look a suspicious if two gun-shot victims come into a hospital at once. Perhaps we should wait and get our wounds looked at by someone else?"

"Ms. Fallon can go first in the shower since she's injured...do you need some help?" she asks Rylee with some concern.

With some effort, she pulled out the extra set of clothes, and rolled them up. She coud tuck them inside her coat, as they were all she really needed to carry. Once again, Lorelai's words are met with a look of surprise, before she smiles slightly. When she smiled, it looked a lot less like she was about to attack someone "I would appreciate being able to go first in the shower... but I should be able to get by on my own, thanks." Besides, going first would allow hr time to change the bandages on her wound after the shower.

 

[Keia]

Swede's Place parking lot
Goldsboro, North Carolina
1:05pm, Late Spring 2003

Lt. Stewart, dressed more casually than normal (having no outward identification that he was Air Force or even military), made arrangements for a rental car for the afternoon. Before long, Durant and Stewart were on their way to Durant's meeting location - a nearby bar known only as "Swede's Place."

All that was left was to kill some time and await their arrival. . .
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2:15pm, Late Spring 2003

Donovan relayed directions to Lt. Reed to a bar near the municipal airport known as Swede's Place. Somewhat off the beaten path, the parking lot only had a half-dozen cars in varying conditions when the black sedan pulled in.

OOC: Durant, Ilianov, Donovan

 

[kid A]

Swede's Place parking lot
Goldsboro, North Carolina
2:15pm, Late Spring 2003

Donovan relayed directions to Lt. Reed to a bar near the municipal airport known as Swede's Place. Somewhat off the beaten path, the parking lot only had a half-dozen cars in varying conditions when the black sedan pulled in.

As Reed pulling into the parking lot, Andreev reached for his suit jacket. He had removed it after the incident with the MP's at SJ AFB, partly to conceal his revolver, but mostly because it was turning out to be a warm day, even with the car's air conditioning blasting. Reed pulled to a stop as he was pulling his jacket over his underarm holster. With the jacket on, the gun became invisible to anyone not specifically looking for it. He fastened the bottom button of the jacket, to keep it from falling or blowing open.

At this point, he felt prepared for anything, and knowing Durant, he would probably need to keep his wits about him. He remembered that Durant kept a close friend, one Mr. Murphy, who liked to show up at the most inconvenient of times. Andreev turned slightly in his seat, to include both Reed and Donovan in his sight. "Well Lieutenants, let us go see if Durant has arrived."

 

[Calim]

Outside Chief's Office
Choctaw Reservation, Oklahoma
3:12pm, Late Spring, 2003

After the short phone call and message left for his mother, Jeremiah walks out of the office looking a little down. He is going on a trip soon he realizes and wishes he did not have to leave, but even the elders would say that you must move to live for if you do not you will surely grow stagnant and die.

He thinks about this on his way slowly towards the council hut.

 

[Keia]

The Days Inn - Various Rooms
Goldsboro, North Carolina
1:05pm, Late Spring 2003

The walk from the Jet to the hotel was the first opportunity for most on the plane to get outside and breath un-recycled air. The sun was warm and the sky was clear - perfect weather, and perhaps a good omen of things to come. Nothing out of the ordinary (other than the group itself) was noted on the travel to the hotel.

With some sweet-talking by Campbell and about $70, the group had two adjacent rooms at a Hotel within walking distance. Captain Samuels and Lt. Sower remained on the Lear to await the arrival of either group.

OOC: Montoya, Campbell, Fisher, Fallon, Nguyen

 

[Jarval]

The Lear Jet, Goldsboro-Wayne Municipal Airport
Goldsboro, North Carolina
12:45pm, Late Spring 2003

She blinked upon hearing her name, and looked up from her bag where she was endeavoring to remove her spare change of clothes. "It would look a suspicious if two gun-shot victims come into a hospital at once. Perhaps we should wait and get our wounds looked at by someone else?"

"Maybe a visit to the hospital could be tricky, but I could take a look if you like." Lucas offers Rylee. "I know from personal experience just how difficult it can be to treat your own wounds."

Gathering together some of his clean clothes and a towel, Lucas follows the others across to the hotel.