briefing ♔ a way to peel back the shade behind the gray

[wynn]

WHO || Wynn, Christos, Amy, Sebastian, The Doctor [Closed]
WHAT || Tennessee Mission Briefing
WHERE || Knights HQ, the briefing room
WHEN || April 30th, shortly before 5pm [forward dated]
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.

Just as before, accessing the secret room where the Round Table is housed requires using the Knight's keycard to open the glass case beside the mural of the War in Heaven, located across from the ballroom entrance. Using the fire extinguisher as a lever to activate the "door" mechanism reveals the long torch-lit hall plastered in artwork depicting the Knight's history. The tenants of the Knighthood hang large and foreboding over the doors at the end of the hall, which stand open to reveal the brightly lit Round Table, and the majestic crystalline dragon statue presiding over it.

Come in, find a seat, meet your teammates if you haven't already.

Comments

[keptbiting]

[ amy bounces in all cheer and excitement and instead of sitting down, prowls around the table like she's deciding which chair was lancelot's and can she have it to put in her room please and thank you. she's probably still deciding when whomever is next to arrive ...arrives. ]

[bowtimeandspace]

[ The Doctor isn't too far behind Amy. There was probably the idea of them coming together at some point until she wandered off. She does so have a habit of doing that. He walks in, and instinctively heads over towards where she is. ]

[keptbiting]

[ he was talking too much time, okay? ]

What'd'y'think? Real round table?

[bowtimeandspace]

Well it's definitely a round table, Pond.

[keptbiting]

Not what I meant, Doctor. [ /AGGRESSIVELY FOND NUDGE. ]

[opprobrium]

[ Sebastian made his way in, hands shoved in his pockets as he saw the doctor.]

Oh shit, your the crazy guy. Well, this should be fun.

[ Sorry Doctor, thats just how he remembers you.]

[bowtimeandspace]

[ A frown spreads quickly across the Doctor's face. A hefty helping of confusion. ]

Crazy? Why am I crazy? I'm not crazy.

[ His bowtie gets a firm tweak. He's done all sorts of crazy in his life, he's sure, but here? Well he's been all but reserved. ]

[opprobrium]

Trying to distract monsters as bait, that counts as crazy dude.


[ Though he shrugged after speaking.] Nice bow tie though.

[bowtimeandspace]

[ Stroke the Doctor's ego and you've got a friend for life. His bowtie? Close enough. ]

Yes. Well. You're not wrong there.

[everyredcent]

[ the dark elf sweeps in in his black cloak and boots, takes a cursory look at the others, and appears dissatisfied with what he sees, before settling into a seat on the far side from all of them. ]

[keptbiting]

Oh, don't encourage him. [ she shakes her head as she steers the doctor into the seat she thinks he should have and takes a seat next to him. ]

I'm Amy, by the by. Amy Pond. Doctor's best mate.

[wynn]

[ wynn's giant doors open up and everyone's gotta make that dc 15 fort save not to be blinded by the golden light streaming out this fine day. christos simply looks away, accustomed to this and eager to protect his poor drow eyes. ] Thank you all for coming.

[keptbiting]

[ WELL. amy crit failed so she'll be over here whimpering and possibly saying bad words in scottish as she buries her face in her hands. rude. ]

[opprobrium]

[ ( Crit fail 8) Sebastain had to look away quickly, almost like a vampire seeing light. He found his way to a seat quickly after Wynn's blinding entrance. Introductions could wait, boss man was here.]

[bowtimeandspace]

[ The Doctor squints somewhat as the light filters in, looking away so he can keep his retinas, because he quite likes them. (fort 12) ]

[wynn]

[ lmao he gives y'all a moment ] Your mission will be taking you to America, to the state of Tennessee. Robert Quail, a mid-level manager at Western Processing, has uncovered a price-fixing scam instigated by his company and agreed to by two of their competitors. The product is genetically modified corn that, Quail has also discovered, is nothing but ordinary corn. The genetically modified crop failed, and Western is selling ordinary corn at inflated and fixed prices.

Quail has been quietly cooperating with an FBI investigation into the illegal conspiracy to fix prices. The agents were examining silos containing the falsely labeled corn when they ran afoul of four strange creatures, that were some sort of reptilian Shadowkind. They attacked the agents, who barely escaped.

The FBI has asked for our cooperation in this matter, investigating who these Shadowkind are, what their involvement is, if any, and seeking a way to end this peaceably, if possible.

[keptbiting]

[ he had her with fbi, tbh. ]

Reptile people? [ THIS IS THE COOLEST. she doesn't seem to give a hoot about corn, but reptile people? so cool. ]

[wynn]

We should discover if they are recent arrivals from the Shadow World or not. Perhaps they've marked the silos out as their territory for some reason.

[opprobrium]

Interesting.

[ he's only excited for the lizard people too.]

[wynn]

Sir La Krail will be your mission leader for this operation. I will provide him with the contact information for the agents assigned to this case, so that you may establish communication with them when you arrive.

[keptbiting]

Do you think we can get those cute blue jackets that have FBI emblazoned on them?

[everyredcent]

We'll be working with them, not for them. You'll do well to remember that distinction.

[bowtimeandspace]

OOh yes jackets. I definitely vote for jackets of some kind.

[opprobrium]

I'm with them on this.

[keptbiting]

[ amy doesn't say anything, but she does look smug as hell. ]

[wynn]

If there are no other questions, I'll leave you to your flight.

[opprobrium]

We'll get it done. [ Someone's feeling more confident these days.]

[keptbiting]

Come on then, boys. [ and like she is the mission leader and not christos, she flounces out. POND OUT, y'all! ]