HQ: The 'Ready Lounge'

Titan enjoys the tunes easy skanking and three little birds. He keeps getting progressively lower on the limbo bar until he can't get under it. To solve the problem he shrinks down to the size of a cabbage patch doll and makes it under. "If you're not cheating, you're not trying", he says with a chuckle.
 

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Gun Monkey is not amused that his darts have suddently become bananas. He tosses them quickly in a pile (which makes a perfect smiley face) before he rises off his stool.

"I think I can't play anyway," as he picks up his feet, which look oddly hand like.

He walks over by Chip, "Good job in LA kid. Wish I'd been there with ya. Apparently I'm not worthy of the publicity though."
 

*When Titan shrinks, the limbo shrinks proportionately to match his new size, but it does so suddenly as he is about to go under, and he hits the pole.*

"Cheaters never prosper," Sierra reminds him cheerfully.
 


Chip perks up when the intercom cuts through the Ready Room turned tropical resort party. He looks at his history textbook, grins wildly, and crams it back into the backpack.

"Guess that assignment might have to be late, after all," he says. "Who else is coming?"
 



Gun Monkey wanders into the briefing room.

OOC: He's pending approval from H4H. RA, I'll make sure Circe is looked at tonight, but it was a minor math issue, and it may be fixed now, so don't worry about it.
 


Enter Aquaphibian!

The door to the Ready Lounge opens and in steps a tall, broad shouldered figure whose appearance is concealed by hat and trench coat.

Disguise check (base +3, -2 circumstance modifier to disguise as a different "race") total +1. 1d20+1-> [12,1] = (13) http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=671872

"Well, I guess this is the place." he mumbles in a deep voice. "It's cozy enough I suppose, but a far cry from the ocean depths I love so much...".

He continues scanning the room looking for other occupants.
 

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