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[6/27/2013 5:22:02 PM] Scurvyj: You hear a couple of hard knocks on the dividing wall, followed by the sound of the panel sliding open. “We’re here. Everybody un-ass and fall in!” #003 barks, sliding the panel shut again as soon as the last syllable is uttered. The back doors are pushed open, and the group starts briskly jumping out of the van and lining up, joining the line from the other van.

[6/27/2013 5:27:01 PM | Edited 5:33:32 PM] Scurvyj: All told, the combined group standing in the employee parking lot behind the StitchCo building is about 30 strong. The smell of whiskey mixes with the smell of tequila from the guys in the other van, causing #003 to take a sniff and raise an eyebrow. However, he’s content to let you all have your small comforts, knowing firsthand how horrible these little “sitdowns” can be, and lets it slide, deciding instead to backhand someone for slouching.
[6/27/2013 5:32:41 PM] Scurvyj: “Don’t recognize most of you, but that’s nothing new. Gentlemen, trouble might find us tonight, and if it does, you hold your positions and fight to the last man. I swear to god, if anyone tries to run down the fire escape, jump out the back window, hide in the laundry cart, disguise yourself as an elderly cleaning lady, or offer sexual favors to the enemy in exchange for a quick death again, I will personally hunt you down and cram this Desert Eagle up your peehole. Are we clear?”
[6/27/2013 5:33:00 PM | Edited 5:34:17 PM] Scurvyj: You see a round of vigorous nods, since some of you have actually seen him do this before.
[6/27/2013 5:42:10 PM] Scurvyj: “Alright! MOVE OUT!” The group marches in a tight single-file line that would make Stanley Kubrick proud (OR ASHAMED BECAUSE WAR IS TERRIBLE) toward the back entrance. #003 stops to scan in (they have one of those pain-in-the-ass thumb scanners, and they expect you to log in and out since this is part of your mandatory monthly Sitdown Hours), and everyone follows suit. Eventually, the line makes its way through a loading dock area and down a hallway which follows along the bottom floor of the production floor. Through the plate glass windows, you can see workers of all stripes (mostly illegal aliens) scrambling hither and thither to meet the Doctor’s unrealistic monthly production quotas. Every now and again, you see the flashing of cattle prod sparks, and at one point, someone drops dead from exhaustion and tumbles face first into one of the giant mixing vats, and everyone continues working as if this sort of thing happens all the time.
[6/27/2013 5:50:37 PM] Scurvyj: You meet up with a short, middle-aged man sporting a knock-off brand business suit (Armano?), clipboard, and receding hairline. He reaches out his hand to shake with #003, who nearly dislocates his shoulder in the process even though he wasn’t intentionally trying to hurt him. He introduces himself as Ben Benderson, the branch manager. As he calmly leads you through the corridor of unspeakable human rights violations, he begins discussing the memo that Dr. Stitch sent out this morning in regards to the “heightened security measures” at the various StitchCo factories. #003 gruffly assures him that he and his men (he can’t quite keep the note of contempt out of his voice upon uttering that word) can handle it.
[6/27/2013 5:54:31 PM] Scurvyj: After giving you a brief tour of the facilities, during which #003 notes all the entrances, exits, and potential problem areas, Mr. Benderson brings you all to a lounge area strewn with battered couches, crappy folding chairs, and wobbly folding card tables, noting that he’ll “leave you all to it” before scuttling out of the room. There’s a water dispenser with flimsy paper cups, a broken foozball table, and a tiny television set (old school, not flat screen) that only gets basic cable and doesn’t have a remote
[6/27/2013 5:56:06 PM] Scurvyj: [At this point, I’ll leave you guys to any RP you want to do, starting from your time in the truck and ending with you all in the lounge. I’ll give you guys a day or so, real-time, to hash it out, longer if we get good RP going, after which I’ll fast-forward to the next scene.]
[6/28/2013 6:29:15 AM] DrRobertson: 347 heads off into the back corner, knowing full well there’s a good chance of a fight, and someone tripping and legitimately dying, all over who gets to watch what. He’ll reach into one of his pockets, and pull out a book he keeps for situations such as these. The book is “Children’s Chloraseptic Spray” and it’s a comedy of sorts that details all the things we have and use, but don’t work too well, and you have to spray into your throat hole 22 minutes later. It’s a best seller.
[6/28/2013 6:29:54 AM] DrRobertson: In reality, it’s a romantic comedy, but it’s REAL hard to actually realize that.
[6/28/2013 7:29:23 AM] OhFoxy: [Shadowyfoe@gmail.com]
[6/28/2013 7:29:45 AM] OhFoxy: [Also, I’m in NY on vacation, I might be largely absent with this one-off.]
[6/28/2013 7:30:15 AM] Scurvyj: [Yarghabble]
[6/28/2013 7:30:19 AM] Scurvyj: [When will you be back?]
[6/28/2013 7:31:32 AM] OhFoxy: [The 8th of july, though I have a laptop, won’t be hard to view Skype.]
[6/28/2013 7:32:28 AM] Scurvyj: [Oh, coincidence; that’s when I leave Taiwan to visit the U.S. for 3 weeks. I’ll have my Galaxy though, so I should still be good for it.]
[6/28/2013 7:39:49 AM] OhFoxy: [Same, my phone gets skype good, but it’s a bitch to do brackets on it, you’ll see me using ( ) on my phone]
[6/28/2013 7:40:37 AM] DrRobertson: [It’s all well and good]
[6/28/2013 7:41:14 AM] Scurvyj: [It’s all good… I think posting is more important than style anyway. DrRobertson, I accepted your invite on OP, and #347’s character sheet is now yours. Fox, I sent you out an invite too.]
[6/28/2013 7:41:20 AM] DrRobertson: [I’m glad we did brackets, makes things far easier to see what you’re looking at. I want my group to stand up when we talk out of character, so we’re encouraged to stay in character]
[6/28/2013 7:41:35 AM] DrRobertson: [Thanks Scurvyj]
[6/28/2013 7:41:39 AM] Scurvyj: [Ooh, that’s a good rule.]
[6/28/2013 7:42:39 AM] Scurvyj: [I’m still tooling around with the wiki… I’m dumping Skype logs on there perodically, though now that I think about it, I should word replace our Skype names with our OP names so we don’t start getting random people harassing us on Skype.]
[6/28/2013 7:43:13 AM] Scurvyj: [I remember with the other games, we’d have to sometimes go back to look up obscure details, and that meant going back into Skype’s scrollback for like, months at a time.]
[6/28/2013 7:44:09 AM] Scurvyj: [Also, sorry about the wall of text. You guys were busy and I was inspired, so I just let it all out. Feel free to rewind to certain points if you want to RP, interact with NPC’s, or so on.]
[6/28/2013 7:45:59 AM] DrRobertson: [Actually I have an idea. I want to check his suit, I think it should be a knock off called “Hermano” and the joke will be similar to Arrested Development, but the biggest part is that it’s just a shitty mexican knock off]
[6/28/2013 7:46:26 AM] OhFoxy: [You caught up with the new season?]
[6/28/2013 7:47:38 AM] Scurvyj: [Haven’t seen it yet, but roll with it. I was hoping somebody would make fun of that guy.]
[6/28/2013 7:51:07 AM] OhFoxy: [I’d say it’s just as good as the last season.]
[6/28/2013 8:47:24 AM] Boozlebub: [Okay. Looks like the damned weather’s gonna hold and let me be able to have internet.]
[6/28/2013 8:48:31 AM] Scurvyj: [Yay for lack of tornado!]
[6/28/2013 8:48:44 AM] DrRobertson: [Yay indeed!]
[6/28/2013 8:49:45 AM] Boozlebub: 865 is going to plop down right in front of the small TV set. He’s… Well, at first he goes to put on Awesome Punchie Martial Arts Heroes, but if other people are going to change the channel, he’s not going to put up much of a fight. As long as there are shiny colors on the TV, he’s content sitting in front of it holding Hopsy the Happy Bunny.
[6/28/2013 8:50:33 AM] Boozlebub: After all, he doesn’t want to spoil the rare treat of television.
[6/28/2013 8:52:20 AM] Boozlebub: [And Scurvyj, for the Bio – I’ll be writing something up and maybe submitting it for GM Approval? It’s not so much something that’s really going to change too much, but you know – I don’t want to step on the GM’s nuts.]
[6/28/2013 8:53:04 AM] Boozlebub: [Hell, most of it is shit he doesn’t even really remember… at all. Even vaguely.]
[6/28/2013 8:53:15 AM] Scurvyj: LAST TIME, ON AWESOME PUNCHIE MARTIAL ARTS HEROES! Punchie squares off against Fisty Joe for the title of Super Ultimate Global World Martial Arts Master Champion!
[6/28/2013 8:53:42 AM] Scurvyj: “Things are about to get a whole lot fistier now that you’re facing ME, Punchie!”
[6/28/2013 8:54:43 AM] Scurvyj: [Okay, here are my character sheet guidelines for now. 1) If it feels good, do it. 2) If something steps on my game too much, I’ll tell you so. 3) Don’t get too attached yet—remember, one stray bullet can still kill you at this point.]
[6/28/2013 8:55:03 AM] Boozlebub: 865 is ENTHRALLED. Seriously, he’s bouncing up and down on the floor.
[6/28/2013 8:55:29 AM] Scurvyj: [Other than that, I hope you guys can eventually maintain your own sheets, once we get later into the game and it runs a little more like “normal” Feng Shui.]
[6/28/2013 8:56:02 AM] DrRobertson: [I’ve got your email, so I’ll email you whatever I have once I get to a point where I’m not a one hit wonder]
[6/28/2013 8:56:36 AM] DrRobertson: [As detailed thus far, 347 went to a university, I’ll let you know for what and such when I decide, and have a forseeable future]
[6/28/2013 8:57:04 AM] Boozlebub: [Essentially, I’m thinking of organizing the Bio as excripts from 865’s file from HR]
[6/28/2013 8:58:33 AM] Scurvyj: [Sounds like you guys have it under control, so I’ll leave ya to it when you have time. Also, I gave everybody their item pages. I’m not 100% on how items work on OP, but I figure it’s better if you have access to the pages in case you want to write blurbs yourselves.]
[6/28/2013 8:59:29 AM] DrRobertson: [Anyone can add them if I recall, with GM approval. Same goes for characters and places I think]
[6/28/2013 8:59:53 AM] DrRobertson: [You can probably find a little guide to give you a hand, I never did much with it.]
[6/28/2013 9:01:25 AM] Boozlebub: [Good good. I think I’m gonna get crackin’. I didn’t know if it was GM approval or not, so I figured I’d offer Scurvyj the chance to read it over before I posted it.]
[6/28/2013 9:02:31 AM] DrRobertson: [It may not be, I’m not even certain anymore. Some things may be, others not? It’s been a long time]
[6/28/2013 9:13:12 AM] OhFoxy: #087 would make a round around the lounge, eyes on the TV as it flickered some of the worst public access television he’d seen since he had splurged on a portable Sony Watchman to pick up pirated South Korean instructional work out programs. He found the program that the battered henceman watched was only slightly easier to masturbate to. But work before play, and he could always hide his excitement in his waistband. He ended up leaning against the fooseball table for this exact reason, setting his tumbleweed atop where the ball should go, eyes occasionally traveling away from the TV to take in the feeling of years and years of human rights abuse this place had happily dished out.
[6/28/2013 9:28:29 AM] Boozlebub: [Got a bit of a bio up – not sure what else to do with it]
[6/28/2013 12:04:28 PM] Scurvyj: #087, people give you a lot of weird looks when you put the tumbleweed up on the fooseball table, but then everyone assumes you’ve snapped and decided to take on an inanimate object as a pet, since this seems to be a routine coping mechanism around the compound, and they go back to quietly making bets about which of your body parts you’ll accidentally shoot off first (right now, “penis” has some killer odds)
[6/28/2013 12:05:59 PM] Scurvyj: [Great stuff, Boozlebub! Keep that childhood trauma comin’]
[6/28/2013 12:07:16 PM] Scurvyj: The waiting room is actually a good distance away from the factory floor, but in this wing, you’re able to witness an entirely different flavor of human rights abuse: office work.
[6/28/2013 12:26:06 PM] DrRobertson: 347 slow claps with a glee on his face when 87 uses the tumbelweed. It’s been a long time since he’s seen something so utterly simple, yet brilliant and enjoyable.
[6/28/2013 12:26:39 PM] DrRobertson: [If the table is missing a ball, he will walk over and sugest that he and 87 play using the tumbleweed in place of it]
[6/28/2013 12:26:54 PM] DrRobertson: [Let me know, and we can role play it when Pat’s good to go.]
[6/28/2013 5:16:56 PM] Scurvyj: #347, the fact that you’re reading draws a collective gasp throughout the room, followed by whispered comments such as “he can understand the funny little squiggles next to the pictures!” and a feeling of general awe
[6/29/2013 8:39:34 AM] Scurvyj: [Not yet, eh? I’ll give you goys another day, then.]
[6/29/2013 11:31:52 AM] Scurvyj: #348 glares over jealously and pulls out one of those oversized books that hipsters at coffee shops like to read, but it’s obvious that he’s faking it, because the book is clearly upside-down.
[6/29/2013 11:33:45 AM] Scurvyj: #003 has sequestered himself in a small meeting room attached to the main waiting room, a place that might normally be used for interviews or one-on-one chew-out sessions, and seems to be embroiled in a long and animated debate with someone on his cell phone. Boy, that guy sure likes to pace when he’s on the phone.
[6/29/2013 11:39:33 AM] Scurvyj: [Weekends are always messy, I know, so I’ll give y’all some time to hash this out. Foxy, I know you’ve said you’re on a trip, but don’t forget about your Obsidian Portal invite. When you answer that, I can shoot your character sheet to ya. I figure we can move to the next part at the end of the weekend, provided you all get a fair chance to post. Until later then, gentlemen.]
[6/29/2013 2:02:12 PM] Scurvyj: [Also, if you survive this next event, there’s some character advancement in it for ya, so don’t think you’re gonna be so low-power forever.]
[9:43:40 AM] DrRobertson: #347 looks around with a perception of bewilderment. He generally considered his coworkers not the brightest of the bunch, but usually took them at face value. He took the job to pay off his debts, but some of these people may in fact be qualified for nothing better. It sort of hits him like a train. He saw it coming, but you just put yourself in disbelief, until it finally crushes you with it’s numerous tons of weight
[10:24:16 AM] OhFoxy: [Had a weird day today, got a job with my cousin where we moved some stuff into a POD from this hoarder’s house. I’m about to head out for a few hours]
[10:26:08 AM] OhFoxy: [Just created the account]
[10:47:26 AM] DrRobertson: [Did you get anything cool teh hoarder parted with?]
[10:56:18 AM] Scurvyj: #347, you remember that recruitment event at the Cityopolis Community Center, with its paper dixie cups full of diluted Tang and the stale store-bought sugar cookies on flimsy paper plates, like it was yesterday. After months and months of fruitless job-searching, this was the bottom of the barrel for you, but you needed to eat, right? If only you knew then what you know now…
[10:57:17 AM] DrRobertson: if #347 knew then what he kows now, he would probably have hung himself in a truck stop bathroom
[10:58:28 AM] Scurvyj: [Foxy, I just sent a friend request, and you should also be able to find the invite to join my game.]
[11:08:30 AM] Scurvyj: Your time in the waiting room gives you time to reflect on your various life situations, and you start to think long and hard about the coming battle, and about the gruesome nature of war and life in general
[11:11:32 AM] Scurvyj: #865, you realize that, from your years of child soldier training, your repeated abuse at the hands of the Time-Out Pit, and those occasional desperate bursts of retard strength, that you’re a bit tougher than you think you are. #347, you recall your years in academia, how wonderful it was to learn about the outside world and how much better it made your life; you’re definitely smarter than these other troglodytes—maybe even average intelligence or higher. #087, you handle your improvised fooseball with calm, practiced confidence, and though you’re given to psychotic fantasies and careless gun carrying behavior, you realize that you’re a cut above most of these guys when it comes to feats of speed and agility—especially the shooting.
[11:13:42 AM] Scurvyj: [Now that you’ve all established your personalities a bit, let’s make that first big jump into differentiating yourselves and your roles. #865, I’m giving you a point of BOD because you’re clearly a soldier type. #347, you’re obviously an intellectual, so have a point of MND. #087, you seem the most coordinated, so have a point of REF.]
[11:14:14 AM] Boozlebub: [Awesome!]
[11:17:00 AM] Scurvyj: [I made the change on your character sheets.]
[11:25:52 AM] Scurvyj: [Alright guys, the waiting room scene seems to be dragging a bit, so I think it’s time to throw y’all into the fire.]
[11:27:43 AM] Boozlebub: [Figured so much. Sorry, the net’s been on and all ALL day. Turns out Comcast’s trying to keep it running via A GENERATOR] 865’s still watching his show, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings…]

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