The Beast Within [Dark*Matter D20]

[Paxus Asclepius]

"Twelve," answers John absentmindedly, loading his bag into the back of the truck and sliding into a seat in the back with his backpack in his lap. He picks out Cavendish's The Black Arts again, takes a pair of anti-motion sickness pills with some water from a small plastic bottle, and settles in for the trip.

At John's response, Lisa hastily checks the glovebox for firearms.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"Eh?" John looks up, only just realizing his gaffe. "Oh, sorry," he says, embarassed. "I thought you were talking to me." Pause. "What're you looking for, out of curiosity?

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

"Eh?" John looks up, only just realizing his gaffe. "Oh, sorry," he says, embarassed. "I thought you were talking to me." Pause. "What're you looking for, out of curiosity?

"Just wondering if you were serious. You know what they say: it's always the quiet ones."

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Anne climbs in the back with the others and Starts reading again the mission parameters and all information she has on Lycanthropy.

 

[loxmyth]

"Right, I'll drive then," Daunte cheerily informs everyone as he returns from the armory, toting two plain black backpacks. Hefting the packs into the back, he pulled open the door scooted into the driver's seat. He adjusts the seat back to give his feet some room, and messes with the rear-facing mirror for a moment before turning back to regard the rest of the team. "Everyone comfy? It's going to be a long drive."

ooc: Daunte gets two backpacks kitted with pepper spray, taser and stun gun.

 

[flyingricepaddy]

Before leaving the briefing room, Mick turns to Davies. "Mind if I bring my dog? Might be good for tracking, and he's real good company, too."

* * *

Mick arrives at the van with an old green duffel bag slung over one shoulder (and maybe a perky-looking hunting dog, depending on response to above). After giving the van a quick visual once-over, he starts walking over to the driver's side door, and does a possibly-not-so-discrete U-turn at Daunte's announcement. Shrugging, and wearing a genuinely good-natured grin, he starts climbing into the back, then pauses and asks the people in the front, "So, what do you guys figure for music? I happen to've brought some music with me..."

(Mick will bring his own rifle and shotgun, tools and such, and some Johnny Cash for the road; from the Institute he'd like anti-werebear ammo, some high-class mech/elec tools, and a laptop with cellular modem.)

(edited cuz loxmyth's post came in when I was still writing mine)

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

"So, what do you guys figure for music? I happen to've brought some music with me..."[/color]

Lisa responds "Well, I'm a choir nerd. If you want to listen to choral music for the next three days, I've got more than enough, but not everyone does."

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

John looks down at his book to hide his expression. But I was serious... At the talk of music, he says without looking up "I'll listen to just about anything. And I can wear earplugs for everything else." He smiles slightly, still not looking up. "Be warned, though: if I like it enough you might have to put up with me singing it off key at odd moments."

 

[flyingricepaddy]

Mick fixes Lisa with one heckuva strange look. "Coral music? You mean, like those tapes with sounds like waves and whales or something?"

He furrows his brow and sucks in his teeth, looking mighty skeptical. "Yeah, anyway," he continues, his face returning to normal, "I got some Johnny Cash here. You know, since we're kinda like the Men In Black, we might as well listen to the Man in Black himself. Know what I mean?" And he grins and waggles his eyebrows, looking around and waiting for people to agree wholeheartedly.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Mick fixes Lisa with one heckuva strange look. "Coral music? You mean, like those tapes with sounds like waves and whales or something?"

He furrows his brow and sucks in his teeth, looking mighty skeptical. "Yeah, anyway," he continues, his face returning to normal, "I got some Johnny Cash here. You know, since we're kinda like the Men In Black, we might as well listen to the Man in Black himself. Know what I mean?" And he grins and waggles his eyebrows, looking around and waiting for people to agree wholeheartedly.

Lisa raises a single eyebrow, but refrains from response.