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[05 May 2009|05:38pm] |
Who: Ronnie, OTA, different threads for different times of day welcome.
What: Open for business, trying to sort out everything he wasn't involved in before.
Where:Security Office.
When: Most of the day.
Ronnie rubbed his eyes, looking at the tons of paper in front of him and feeling utterly hopeless. He'd spent the morning looking up all of the security protocols and actions he hadn't been trained on, doing what he could to learn everything, then brought up a passenger list and reviewed it to understand who was missing. Not that it was current.
Shoving the papers over he took out a map of the ship, having marked all of the crew areas that he'd found barricaded, and in between dealt with the people who were coming to him looking for help. He couldn't do much, especially in the dark about many things that were being alluded to in various posts on the ship's network, but first he had to get everything semi organized before he could even have a prayer of doing anything.
Not that one security office with hundreds of passengers could do anything, anyway, but still....
He leaned back, letting out a defeated sigh. His father would be able to handle this so much better than he could. If he could have only one thing at this point it would be ten minutes with his old man now.
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[05 May 2009|07:59pm] |
Who: Res
When: Late morning, Flashback - July of 2005
Where: Her room, Detroit, Michigan
nsfw
Before going to see Ronnie, Res opened the safe and armed herself. Ronnie wouldn't be alone, and neither would she, but she had no idea if Ronnie was going to try something stupid or not. So, the guns were coming out of retirement.
Concealing the weapon with her clothing, she couldn't help but think about the first time she'd picked up a gun with the intent to use it - really use it. ( Insert flashback music... )
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| Don't mind me |
[05 May 2009|09:28pm] |
Who: Just this dude in a gorilla mask
When: Jan. 5, afternoon after Leto's, Res, and Ronnie's posts
Where: The hallway on a random deck
Dan lifted up the bottom of his gorilla mask to inhale deeply. The chemical smell of rubber and the tiny holes where his nose was squished made it hard to breathe. Just above his head, the small, discreetly-placed security camera focused on the gorilla boy as he stood before the fire hatchet. The hatchet was inside a glass box that was installed directly into the wall, with small hammer on a chain that was intended for breaking the glass. A large white sign above the case warned him that an alarm would go off if the glass was broken.
( hilarity ensues? )
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[05 May 2009|10:21pm] |
Who: Allie and Abbie
When: Sometime in the afternoon
Where: Their room
As soon as Abbie read the news, she did what was probably the last thing she was supposed to do. She went running through the halls, trying to track down her dad. Along the way, she noticed someone had stolen a fire axe. Her first thought was, oh my God, that's the murder weapon. The second? ...That's a damn good idea.
She took off running again, this time to her parent's room. After swiping one of her dad's keys (he thought he hid them sooo well... pft, whatever), she took off running again for the maintenance room. Twenty minutes later, she was back in her room with a hefty pack on her back. "Allie, we need to talk."
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| I Got Held Up At Work... |
[05 May 2009|10:26pm] |
Who: Cath and Mae
When: Early afternoon
Where: On Arete deck, then Veil of Nyx
Moar: Not safe for work.
( Long day at the office. )
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