The Beast Within [Dark*Matter D20]

[Paxus Asclepius]

"Shall we talk to Rachel first? I'd guess she's going to be more cooperative, and best to get the easy part out of the way."

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

John yawns and scowls at his Coffee. He doesn't like coffee- always takes it with lots of sugar and creme- but he was foolish and stayed up until past midnight reading. Ah well. He looks up when he hears someone speak.

"Oh? Sorry, a little tired just now. Yes, I'd have to agree with you."

 

[Verbatim]

"Sounds good to me. The sooner we can get some solid leads on whoever is behind this, the better I will feel about this whole thing."

Pouring his second cup of coffee while he waits for the others to come down, Caleb hopes the day will bring them positive results.

 

[loxmyth]

Annoyingly chipper for the time of day, Daunte cheerfully gives a big thumbs up to the others. "Cooperative witnesses make Daunte smile," he says, flipping through the sports section of the local newspaper. "Why didn't I put some money on the Sens? Murderized Buffalo, 7 to 1: who'd a thunk it?"

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Lisa winces at the butchery Daunte has commited on the English language, but refrains from comment: he may be joking. Dear God, let him be joking.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"I'm sorry, you just exceeded my limited knowledge of sports. The Sens?"

 

[loxmyth]

Daunte lowers the paper, shrugging slightly. "Sorry, I sometimes forget that not everyone's a hockey fan. Even though they should be." He gives John a wink at that. "Anyway, I was refering to the Ottawa Senators. They're a better team than Buffalo, that's for sure, but a six point spread... guess they're really hungry for the cup this year." He seems to remember where he is, then folds the paper up and picks up his mug of tea.

"But we're here to question witnesses, not discuss the greatest sport the world has ever known, right? I'll just go get a refill and then we can get on the road." And he gets up to do exactly that.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"Righteo." John distastefully finishes off his own coffee and rises. "Who's driving?"

 

[Verbatim]

Standing to refill his own travel mug, Caleb stretches the last of the stiffness from his body.

"Point me in the right direction and I will."

 

[Jarval]

(OoC: I'm going to be away from EN World until the 23rd. Sorry about any problems this might cause, but I've got quite a build up of RL stuff to deal with :\

This is a fairly good point to take a short break (at least we're not in the middle of a combat), and once I'm the other side of these problems, I should be able to get back to posting more often. I know my posting has been a bit erratic over the last month or two, but I'm really enjoying running this game and look forwards to getting it back onto a more regular posting schedule.

See you all in a week's time )