mission ♔ chicago

[rationalizes]

WHO || Gar, Kat, Mark, Dumage, Martha, Myri, Buffy, Sven, Spike [Closed]
WHAT || MISSIONY SHENANIGANS
WHERE || Chicago.
WHEN || Monday Feb 27th -Saturday Mar 3rd
HOW || Actionspam

Did you all think you were going to get to spend your whole mission time just watching Dawson's Creek and going to bars and reading trashy romance novels and watching cats fly while Gar did all the work all week long?

Nice try.

Various duties are below - your characters will be dragged along on some of them over the course of the week. Feel free to pick and choose what your character might have volunteered (or been "volunteered") for.

Comments

[bigbad]

[OH GOOD JOB SVEN YOU ARE EVEN MORE FAIL AT THIS THAN SPIKE IS. Spike tries to dodge away reflex 8 but the candle lands on his leg, setting it ablaze even as he tries to move away. He lets out an agonised shout and manages to dump a glass of water on it before it manages to do more than 5 damage. But still. Ow, his leg.]

Bloody hell! Learn to walk, you clumsy git!

[thebetrayer]

[He yells back from the floor:] It wasn't me! The cord was in the way! [He then waves his hand around to point to ... the cord he currently can't see anywhere.]

[shootfirst]

[And with an exceptionally amazing Nat 20, Kat manages to grab her laptop as it start going FLYING THROUGH THE AIR, and not even fall over while doing it. She turns with wide eyes towards the guy on fire and the ... big mess of burned up papers over there]

Those were library books, guys!

[bigbad]

[Spike pulls up his trouser leg, looking mildly dismayed when he notices how charred they've gotten, and slightly more dismayed when he notices that his leg's a bit charred too.]

Maybe you should have used electric lights. Less of a hazard.

[vantol]

At least you caught your laptop? [He starts to sit up. Yeeeah even if he had like a 200 in charisma he would not be able to save this situation.]

[shootfirst]

[She sets the laptop down unceremoniously on the couch, yanking the cord away from you walking disasters 8| And stalks past Sven to Spike, looking down at his pant leg and rolling her eyes. She makes a really quick motion with the fingers of her other hand that looks like she's miming stitching something, and then snaps.]

Repairum. [The fabric immediately starts to grow back to its original uncharred form, looking good as new. She folds her arms and spins on her heel to glare at Sven]

Maybe you guys should do your research on the roof or something.

[bigbad]

Oh, look at that. Magic. [Perhaps more useful than he'd thought! His leg still hurts but... he's okay. He snaps his book shut.] This wasn't helping anyway.

[thebetrayer]

[Now that he's up, he'll walk over to the fire and stomp it out. Since apparently no one else was planning to ... ]

It's not like we were going to get anything done. [come on y'all let's be real here.]

[shootfirst]

Hey, that is not the right attitude to take, Mister. [She'll pick up her laptop again and then flop onto the couch cradling it. Where none of you can touch it. And after typing a few seconds, she'll read:]

"The Hoffman Institute is an independent “think-tank” organization. Founded in 1917 by Tomas Hoffman and Itohiro Nakami, the Hoffman Institute is officially devoted to developing new technologies, particularly in the field of alternative energy. The Hoffman Institute has three divisions: the Administrative Division, the Analytical Division, and the Archives. These divisions take care of the organization’s day-to-day operations."

[... A spot check of 20 might get a glimpse of the fact that she's just reading this from Wikipedia.]

[bigbad]

[...NAT 20. Spike looks over her shoulder and can... pretty much read the words right along with her, his spot check was so good.]

...resorting to Wikipedia? Guess we're not the only ones failing here. [....But Kat didn't set anything ON FIRE.]

[thebetrayer]

[Yep, Sven's not even going to bother expressing the smugness he feels in this moment. He leans over to get a look at the laptop screen.]

Are there any pictures?

[shootfirst]

Hey! It's more than I've seen you do. [She'll just... jerk the laptop off to her right hand side as if she's going to only show it to Sven now :| Yep. And read the rest. ]

"Headquartered in Chicago, the Hoffmann Institute has major branches (200–250 employees) in Barcelona, New York City, El Paso, Philadelphia, Portland (Oregon), and Tampa, with satellite offices (75–100 employees) in Aspen, Baltimore, Lima, New Orleans, Mexico City, Minneapolis, Paris, Phoenix,and Jakarta. Each office houses a fully equipped library, forensics lab, sample storage, morgue, armory, detention area, employee cafeteria, gymnasium, and motor pool. If a sample defies analysis at a branch office, the NYC head-quarters has an even more advanced laboratory available, fully staffed 24 hours per day."

[She clicks on a link and brings up this picture] And here's the man himself. Gar's boss and founder of this place. ... Looking pretty young there for a dude who's gotta be over a hundred.

12, aren't you glad Martha fails slightly less than the dumb boys?

[aproperdoctor]

[If there's one thing Martha's learned from all those years of med school, it's how to do research. Well, okay, two things, right after...being a doctor and all. She turns up sometime after the fire catastrophe and starts going through books like someone who's actually on task.] The Talisman doesn't have a Wikipedia entry, does it?

[bigbad]

[Yeah, Spike's not even pretending to research anymore. He's just making sarcastic commentary.]

I'd say it sounds too bloody easy, but it seems to be the only approach that's given us anything.

[vantol]

[Yeeeah Sven's out, too.] The books and papers gave us a nice campfire for us to roast our smores.

[shootfirst]

It's a good thing most of those books are gone, or I'd use them to whap the both of you, right now.

[And oh hi Martha] No, it's not really a general knowledge sort of thing. Just treasure hunter circles, that kind of thing.