Ultimate X-Force 2: Seven Deadly Sins

[Shieldhaven]

OOC:
[sblock]We bring everything with us, including the kitchen sink. It's just tossed into my extradimensional pocket. As objects, these things do not receive Will saves to escape. I'm wearing my concealed pistol and my wiffy bracer, under a nondescript jacket. I don't actually have a whole lot of other gear.
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[Tank]

I leave the base totally "civ". The extradimensional pocket can hold my bracer and helmet. Otherwise, I'm dressed in my own Kentucky splendor.

 

[kookdude]

I will be dressed in my civilian clothing which is essentially my old uniform. And assuming Shadowjack has no issue my new costume and pistol can be stored in the extradimensional pocket as well.

 

[Byteme8199]

I pretty much wear an old wife beater and some jeans. I'm pretty much a punk kid already, might as well continue to look like one. I will give Shadowjack my new gear for now.

 

[Tank]

"Alrighty! Let's get going"

Stonewall beats his right-hand fist into his palm.

"I'm itchin' for some action"

OOC: Let's get this party started. I'm excited to see how combat-ish situations work.

 

[Byteme8199]

Agreed!

 

[ByteRynn]

The four of you walk into the place carefully. The inside is very smokey, decorated in dark woods, with polished driftwood tables, and nets with mouted fish adorning the walls. Standing at a desk just inside the door is a young woman with fair skin and dark hair. She smiles at the four of you as you enter and says.

"Welcome to Admiral Damien's. Will it just be the four of you joining us this afternoon?"

 

[Shieldhaven]

"Yes, thank you." Following the hostess to a table, Shadowjack scans the crowd for any familiar faces. As he sits, his hand strays momentarily to pat his concealed pistol, and he seems ill at ease.

 

[ByteRynn]

The hostess seats you at a table in the center of the dining room. She sets down four menus and says, "Your server will be with you in a moment."

Scanning the restaurant, you notice that the lunch crowd today is light, though it is still somewhat early. There is a couple sitting in a booth againts one wall, and in a corner, the wall opposite, is a large round table with men in suits surrounding it. Sitting with his back to the corner is a large bald man with a big black mustache who eyes you suspiciously as you walk in, then returns to his meal and his conversation. Their conversation is mostly masked by the mandolin music playing over the restaurant's speakers.

Stonewall: [sblock](Notice Check) Rolled 9+7=16: You overhear the group of men in the corner speaking in low voices, obviously trying to keep from being heard. You can't understand much of anything they say. However, you also hear some of the couple to the side's conversation. They are pretty clearly talking about wedding plans...apparently they have been engaged for some time, and are working on finalizing their wedding next month.[/sblock]

Shadowjack: [sblock](Notice Check) Rolled 19+11=30: You overhear the group of men in the corner speaking in low voices, obviously trying to keep from being heard. However, you can fairly easily make out some of their conversation. "But Boris! We can't let the Armenians get away with this! They have horned in on our territory for the last time. We fight, yes?" "No Christof, we can't afford the public scrutiny of open war at this moment...the Major has some very important dealings he has entrusted me with, and he has ensured me that when the time is right, those Armenians will get what is coming to them...they will be made an example of." "But the money we'll lose...my sources say the Battery park gangs are gearing up to protect themselves from future..." "Niet Nickov! I have spoken."

You notice one of them has a suspicious bulge beneath his jacket, as if there is a gun of some king strapped there. On close inspection...they ALL have such bulges.

You also hear some of the couple to the side's conversation. They are pretty clearly talking about wedding plans...apparently they have been engaged for some time, and are working on finalizing their wedding next month.[/sblock]

A waitress arrives and asks "Can I take your drink orders?"

 

[Tank]

"I'll have a sweet ice tea, and an order of cheese sticks for the table Ma'am. Oh Miss, where is your bathroom?"

Stonewall politely gets up from the table and (assuming she points out where) walks casualy to the restrooms.

(BEN: 1st, I forget how to do the hidden text, 2nd, if the table with the suspicious characters is anywhere near the bathroom I want to casually try and get a better look. I will not jeopardarize the innocent civilians trying to get info though.)