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Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Plenty of Options!


I left all sorts of open doors. Do you attempt to run? Fight? Converse? Make friends?

The world is your oyster!

Posted on 2017-01-10 at 15:44:50.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: I love that you do mission work!


I understand. If you need to just send me a brief PM stating, "Vegas does this..." then I can flesh out the post for you. God's work first.

Also, I've shared the character sheet with you again. As a matter-of-fact, I've reshared everyone's sheets with the emails you have on your RDINN profile.

Posted on 2017-01-09 at 10:22:47.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: I think that the brig is good as is.


Boo, we can call that brig interaction done and done. Well done, as a matter-of-fact.

Duncan, there are plenty of NPCs in each department that have yet to be fleshed out. I'm sure that you could either replace one with a character of your own design, or take on one to flesh out.

Posted on 2017-01-09 at 10:19:02.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: I've posted.


There is a continuation in the time-space continuum.

Posted on 2017-01-07 at 00:04:15.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Y'all have some posting to do.


I've moved the game forward and used the dice to determine some of the actions of those characters whose players have not checked in.

Looking forward to how this plays out.

Posted on 2017-01-07 at 00:03:26.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A Night City Adventure
Subject: Be a hero... | Cover up | Choices


Night City Regional General Hospital, Emergency Room | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - Day 2 (Saturday), 2:45 AM PST
Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)
Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

“Welcome to you nightmare!” a voice calls out over the cacophony of screams and weapons fire. “Everybody get the hell on the floor! We’re in for a long night.”

That’s when it becomes apparent to Casino that there are approximately ten figures clad in black body armor and full face battle masks moving quickly about the room, making quick work of the ill-prepared sec-forces. These individuals are armed for bear and armored well enough to take on battalions, and they’re moving his way fast.

“You have got to be f***ing kidding me,“ the solo mutters under his breath as he watches the ten masked gunmen move through the ER. Turning to Riggs and his partner he makes a demand.

“Murtaugh, take these cuffs off, damn it, and give me your heavy pistol and extra ammo. Keep your back-up as your gonna need to go get help while Riggs and I try to hold them in place and keep them from spreading out into the hospital.”

Holding out his cuffed wrists, the big solo can only hope that the older cop would agree and do as Casino has asked. Murtaugh glances his way and rolls his eyes.

“You must think we’re f***king crazy if you think we’re handing over any weapons to you,” Riggs sneers while never taking his eyes off of the advancing gunmen.

“Any of you choombas feel the need to be a hero,” the same gunman who had spoken before bellows. He walks down the middle of the lobby with his submachine gun held up to his shoulder, confident and very much in charge. “And we’ll need to make an example of you. Do what we say and you might just make it out of this alive.”

“I could flank ‘em,” Murtaugh suggests quietly.

“And what?” Riggs counters. “Bruise one of them? That’s military grade armor.”

“Now,” the lead gunman stops his progression only ten meters from the row of chairs behind which the police officers and Casino crouches. His head turns in a slow survey of the room, finally stopping as he looks directly at the back of the chairs. “What have we here?”

Dropping the muzzle of his submachine gun so that it points in Casino’s direction, he tilts his head slightly to the right. “Looks like a bunch of would-be heroes.”

“Sh*t!” Murtaugh curses.

“Whoa!” Riggs calls out. “Whoa! We aren’t being heroes. Ain’t no heroes here. I’m just going to stand up now and we can talk. How about that?”

“Sure,” the gunman says cheerily. “Let’s talk.”

“Don’t do it,” Murtaugh warns but Riggs doesn’t listen and rises from where he crouches, hands wide, his weapon dangling from his right index finger by the trigger guard.

“There. No heroes here,” he calls.

The gunman’s submachine gun lurches with a short burst and next to Casino, Riggs staggers backward to fall against the next row of chairs scattering a couple and overturning the one he encounters.

“Riggs!” Murtaugh yells. His attention momentarily diverted by the murder of his partner, the older officer fails to see the rapid advancement of a smaller gunman, a woman, Casino is able to determine by her figure. “Urk!” Murtaugh chokes when the side of his neck explodes outward in a red shower of arterial blood. Turning in surprise, he grips his slit throat and gives in to the desire to sink into nothingness. The masked female attacker wipes the monoblade wakizashi on the thigh of her dead black tactical pants and turned to face Casino’s location.

“Well,” the leader says through his mask with a cheerful demeanor. “That’s the end of the heroes. Now, what do do about the metalhead… What about it, Metalhead? Wanna talk? Wanna be a hero? Those cops weren’t no friend of yours. Question is, are you gonna get flatlined tonight, or uncuffed?”

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West 43875 St. 52 High | Night City Integrate | High City | UrbanZone - Day 2 (Saturday), 3:15 AM PST
Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)
Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

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Ghlahn can tell the climb is not an easy one for Fixer. Now, the trail is at a fork. There is no way Fixer can climb any further and the only other option is to break and enter the building. That option presents too many variables. There could be people working late, an alarm, random security patrols or who knows what.

"Well bud,” the stocking-capped, combat masked solo stops long enough to address the techie. “looks like this is where we part ways for a bit. I can continue upwards but there is no way you can follow. Wait here and I'll collect you on the way back down. Time for me to do what I do." Ghlahn continues his ascent without waiting for a reply. Without Fixer, he can focus on the task at hand and cause maximum confusion.

The continued climb is relatively simple for the lithe man despite the gear he’s carrying. Rolling over the fire escape’s banister he deftly traverses the thin ledge to the corner of the building. Taking time to peer around the corner, he breathes calmly into his mask, the built-in filter clearing the vast majority of the pollutants from the air before it enters his lungs. Before him, the same style of ledge continues across the face of the structure. Quickly counting ten windows, he calculates the time it will take him to move to the center of the building. Fast-stepping across the window spaces, the nimble rifleman makes it to his desired position in short order. Leaning momentarily against the wet brick of the building, he surveys the cross work of metal beams and ductwork extending across the bottom of the protruding structure overhead. Leaping upward, M’haru Ghlahn grabs hold of the lower portion of the I-beam directly overhead and grips it tightly with his bare fingers.

White knuckling the grip and by the sheer strength of his fingers, the black-clad soldier moves hand-over-hand, booted feet dangling over forty meters of open air until he is able to swing his legs up into the crisscross network of thick steel support structure for the holographic projection display. Bringing his hands to meet his knees, he shimmies his body through the diamond shaped hole and settles his feet onto the maintenance catwalk with a dull thunk.

From his new vantage point, Ghlahn is able to see quite some distance both directions down the street. Un-shouldering his Nomad .44, he walks to the left edge of the platform and places his left elbow on the rail, bringing the butt of his rifle to his shoulder. The ideal target is something without armor, thick metal structure, or any safety measures he’s going to have to punch through. Most of the regular traffic is just that, unprotected and unthreatening. Smart-vehicles where the driver doesn’t actually drive connected to the city’s wireless network populate the lanes. These present the problem of automatic safety features built into the system. Not ideal.

Older vehicles are less likely to be outfitted with the same level of protective sensors and reflexive response mechanism. Much older vehicles are the best. Much, much older vehicles are ideal. Patience is the key. Patience and luck.

On the street level, Blossom frowns at the camera and rolls the lollipop around in her mouth with her tongue. They are all on camera now. Each one of their faces. Anything that happens in this area is sure to be pinned on them, at the very least they’ll be suspects. Blossom doesn’t like being a known entity in the System. She’s worked too hard to keep her identity out of the public’s eye to have one run ruin her anonymity.

Bloodbank has no business acting out his plan of theirs, he isn’t really suited for this. As he holsters his gun and is told about a camera, he lets out a silent curse. Sliding his combat mask over his face, he glances at the camera and thinks, I hope this job doesn't come to bite me in the ass.

“Frag it!” the pretty little nomad huffs. “Too late to do anything now. We should shoot it out and call it done.”

“Shooting it out might draw in some local calvary, doll,” Vegas drawls. “Keep your backs too it, or keep your face covered. We’re betting on the business owner’s ambivalence in this case. Blacks and doubles. Best we can hope for.”

“And what if that camera covers out into the street? Even the manhole?” Echo asks grimly.

“No way to know that,” the dapper don shrugs his broad shoulders and follows his own advice, turning his back to the camera.

“I’ll see what I can do,” Blossom mutters, already activating her digital holographic keyboard and punching in some code she begins the process of trying to leach onto the wifi signal. “Piece of gomi firewall…” Unable to hitch a ride, her next bet is to try and feed the camera a virus. Wishing silently that she could wardrive this beast, the netrunner loads up one of her store bought viruses and leads it in with a program of her own creation that pounds the firewall like a hammer looking for a hole in the ports. This time, her software returns a positive result and the commands are quickly entered sending her virus into the system.

“If the virus I just injected isn’t shut down by any security software that may be running, the stored video files should be corrupted. It’ll take a forensic computer engineer to repair them after that. Now, anyone got anything to cover the lens?”

(OOC: I’ll let this play out. If any of you don’t still have access to your character sheets, let me know and I’ll grant access again.)

Perched high above his teammates, Ghlahn studies the stream of vehicles still very much alive despite the early morning hour. And there it is. Just turning onto the street is an older van. Rust covers the fenders over the wheel wells, the grill is broken away over the entire driver’s side revealing the radiator, and a crack splits the windshield from the bottom corner of the driver’s side to just past three-quarters mid-way up the window.

Now comes the real dilemma. What to shoot? Being Cee-Metal, Ghlahn has grown up around machines and machinery. They’re built tough, even the older rigs. Shooting through the radiator won’t do much to immediately stop the vehicle. From this distance, the .44 round he has chambered won’t penetrate the engine block. The battery might be an option if he could figure out what side of the engine it sat. He’d promised his companions he wouldn’t kill anyone… options are limited.

Posted on 2017-01-07 at 00:02:16.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Security is Involved | Conversation in the Brig


Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday - 42137.6)
USS Peregrine; Deck 5 - Security Department – 17:45


“Personal belongings are registered on assignment, correct?” He nods and she continues. “Would you please review all of PO Roger’s personal effects and see if there are any private PADDS, journals, or other means by which he would be recording events outside of regulation systems?”

Petty Officer 2nd Class Da Zheng recalls the request Ensign Maize had made minutes earlier with some curiosity. It isn’t often that a request is made to dig into a crewman’s personal effects. Such a consideration for privacy is one of the only things that truly maintains some semblance of singularity amidst all of the necessary teamsmanship. Whatever happened in the chemlab has given the Ensign reason enough to make the request, so I’ll make certain she receives the information she’s after.

“Computer,” Da leans forward and rest his left elbow on the unmarred surface of the desk. “Show me the log entry for PO Roger’s transfer aboard the Peregrine.”

The screen immediately flares to life, replacing the Starfleet insignia with the file the tactical specialist had requested. Scanning the items that Craig Rogers had registered, Da Zhang eventually finds a PADD and a series of books.

“Select line items fifty-two through seventy and add them to a new report titled, Personal Effects for PO Rogers. Send the report to Ensign Maize.”

=/= The new report has been created and the line items have been added. The new report has been sent to Ensign Maize. =/=

Settling back in his chair, Da finds himself yawning. The day has been long and he’s ready to retire. Curiosity piqued, he is certainly interested in the knowledge Ensign Maize has gained concerning the investigation thus far, but he is a patient man and a good night’s rest always refreshes the mind. Quickly filing a report Lieutenant Berk would be able to use to follow the investigation, PO Zhang finishes his night.

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Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday 42138.7)
USS Peregrine; Deck 5 - Brig – 15:24



Dana noticed Lauren’s relaxing posture as her feet slid down and back beneath the bench. That’s a start. she thought. She gave Lauren a faint grin at the term ‘Grin and bear it’ and shrugged her shoulders before saying, “There’s an old saying ‘That which does not kill you, makes you stronger’. I’m not sure where that comes from, probably some Vulcan Proverb or another.” Her growing grin made it hard to tell if she was kidding or not.

“I appreciate you coming, Dana, no matter the pretense.” Almost eagerly taking the opportunity to change the subject, the small scientist continues. “What’s been going on with the Peregrine while I’ve been swimming in my own muck?”

“Well now,” Dana thought for a moment before speaking, “I don’t know if you heard, but there was another incident in your department. Petty Officer Rogers was exposed to some nasty chemicals in the Chem lab and he received some very nasty chemical burns. But he is doing better now, and we should have him back in shape in a couple of days. Lt. Sh’iraolnas is investigating the incident to determine how it could have happened.”

“What?” Lauren’s eyes widen in surprise and she looks sharply towards her friend. “He’s usually so careful. Have you heard anything from—from the Lieutenant—on the matter? What was he working on when it happened?”

“I’m not quite sure,” Dana shrugged, “the investigation isn’t complete yet. All I know is that he was severely exposed to a combination of Tetrahydrofuran, Sodium Azide and 2-mercaptoethanol. Enough to cause severe tissue damage down to the skeletal structure.”

Dana looked at Lauren with a blank expression as is waiting for her reaction. Lauren should know that those chemicals, while slightly dangerous, shouldn’t cause that severe a reaction upon exposure to the skin. Something strange was going on here, Dana didn’t know what it was, and she didn’t think that her friend did either, but she wanted to see her response to the information. Maybe she would have some insight on what might have caused the incident and the strange severe reaction.

With furrowed brow the small scientist shakes her head and studies the bare floor. “That makes no sense. The combination of those chemicals wouldn’t cause severe reactions unless he’s personally allergic or there’s another substance, or substances, that were added.

“You said that Lt. Sh’iraolnas is heading up the investigation?” Raising her brown eyes she meets those of her friend. “Were there any signs of caustic reaction with the surfaces in the lab? Any other indication of another substance? Are their other departments involved in this investigation? Has anyone been able to speak with Rogers yet?”

Posted on 2017-01-06 at 20:21:19.

Topic: Supernatural Q&A thread
Subject: Set the drums to...


GAMING SPEED!

Posted on 2017-01-04 at 20:41:37.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Awesomeness abounds!


So glad to see the thread bouncing back to life.

Today was one of those days best left in the past. I wasn't able to even visit the Inn until now and that's unusual. In any case, I'm writing this on my phone having just got home from work. I'll attempt to have a reply to your post, Boo, up tomorrow.

Posted on 2017-01-04 at 20:40:54.

Topic: impulse exams
Subject: Welcome back!


Glad you survived.

Posted on 2017-01-04 at 20:36:57.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: I hope not too rough!


I've seen Eola on Facebook quite a lot. Just dropped him a notice that he's being missed.

As for the Cap'n and the rest of the crew... you're guess is as good as mine.

Posted on 2017-01-03 at 23:34:17.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: That's tres.


Just a couple more and we still have a game.

Posted on 2017-01-03 at 23:32:47.

Topic: Supernatural Q&A thread
Subject: ???


Is this game still alive?

Posted on 2017-01-02 at 22:21:49.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Role Call!


Holidays are over. Time to return to the gritty streets of Night City Integrate.

All who are present to return, chime in!

Here!

Posted on 2017-01-02 at 22:21:10.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Awe, Ody...


Don't sell yourself short! It's one thing to not have the time but to claim not to be "good enough" doesn't fly.

So, with the Holidays over, I'm hoping that everything will get flowing once again.

Role Call!

Here!

Posted on 2017-01-02 at 22:19:45.

Topic: A not so shiny new player
Subject: Yes. Welcome back!


Always a pleasure to have old blood return. Boo is right. There's precious little activity right now due to the Holidays, but don't let that stop you. Dig right in and make yourself comfy.

Posted on 2016-12-22 at 11:14:22.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Can't help myself...


I've posted yet again. And, I've commandeered PO Zhang in Security as one of those characters in another department I'd like to take over. If there are any complaints, let me know.

Posted on 2016-12-21 at 18:41:02.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: More Jail Time Convo | The Investigation Gains Some Help


Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday 42138.7)
USS Peregrine; Deck 5 - Brig – 15:23



Dana noticed Lauren’s relaxing posture as her feet slid down and back beneath the bench. That’s a start. she thought. She gave Lauren a faint grin at the term ‘Grin and bear it’ and shrugged her shoulders before saying, “There’s an old saying ‘That which does not kill you, makes you stronger’. I’m not sure where that comes from, probably some Vulcan Proverb or another.” Her growing grin made it hard to tell if she was kidding or not.

“I appreciate you coming, Dana, no matter the pretense.” Almost eagerly taking the opportunity to change the subject, the small scientist continues. “What’s been going on with the Peregrine while I’ve been swimming in my own muck?”

“Well now,” Dana thought for a moment before speaking, “I don’t know if you heard, but there was another incident in your department. Petty Officer Rogers was exposed to some nasty chemicals in the Chem lab and he received some very nasty chemical burns. But he is doing better now, and we should have him back in shape in a couple of days. Lt. Sh’iraolnas is investigating the incident to determine how it could have happened.”

“What?” Lauren’s eyes widen in surprise and she looks sharply towards her friend. “He’s usually so careful. Have you heard anything from—from the Lieutenant—on the matter? What was he working on when it happened?”

(OOC: Back to you.)



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Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday - 42137.6)
USS Peregrine; Deck 4 - CSO’s Office to Chemical Lab – 17:21


Sighing a hefty enough sigh that a couple of seconds pass before its completion, Ensign Maize leans back in the chair, executing a long foray into the parcel records for the chemlab. Stretching her facial muscles by raising her thin eyebrows and rolling her jaw, the blonde woman can’t help but feel more than a little discouraged.

Each and every one of the logs account for the chemicals contained within a normal laboratory aboard a Starfleet vessel. Apart from the personal logs she had drudged up where Rogers had admitted to tinkering around with the Bolian package, the science officer had ran into dead end after dead end. One would think that solving a mystery would be similar to an act of scientific discovery, she rolls her head about to relieve some of the stress in her neck. Thoughts such as this one have haunted the fringes of her mind ever since she had returned to Lab 1 to continue her investigation. Whatever remarks Craig Rogers has to make about his findings have been recorded elsewhere, if at all. Maybe in his quarters, maybe in a private PADD, or maybe in a more archaic manner; on paper or in a book. Of course, in order to violate a crewmember’s privacy and enter his quarters without his permission, she would need Lt. Sh’iraolnas’ permission and that might lead to more questions that don’t yet have answers.

Slipping from the cushioned seat upon which she perches, Dalia places her hands on her hips and arches her back resulting in the satisfaction of a number of small popping noises and a rush of warmth through her shoulders and back muscles. Days like this one haven’t been commonplace aboard the Peregrine and the officer decided that she would never complain again about the boredom she sometimes felt during the ship’s patrols.

“Computer,” she states as she strides casually across the large laboratory, her purple eyes flitting momentarily to the door of her new superior officer’s office. “Turn off all displays and lock files Chem-dash-Two-Three-Nine for my grade and above only.”

=/=Confirmed. Files within directory Chem-dash-Two-Three-Nine have been locked and all displays have been turned off.=/=

At least something is going right, the thought drips with enough sarcasm to fill the cargo bay of a Ferengi freighter.

Gliding into the hall outside the science lab, Ensign Maize comes to an abrupt stop. Mimicking her sudden ceasing of forward progression a mere three feet in front of the blue and black clad woman is an athletically-built, gold and black clad individual of Asian descent. Standing a few inches taller than Dalia, he wears his black hair very short on the sides and only a little longer on top. He’s not particularly dashing in appearance, but neither is he homely. Searching through her memory, Ensign Maize cannot recall this particular petty officer’s name.

“Excuse me,” she says with a tired smile, moving to her right in order to avoid having to push through him.

“Ensign Maize?” the man asks with a quizzical expression on his face.

Stopping short, she regards him with a slightly furrowed brow, “Yes.”

“I’m Petty Officer Second Class, Da Zhang,” he offers. “Lieutenant Berk asked me to attach myself to the investigation taking place in your department.”

“Which investigation?” Dalia can’t help but narrow her eyes a bit.

Da raises his eyebrows in mild surprise. “Why, the chemlab incident. Are there others?”

“Nope,” the blonde woman feels relief pass through her like an energy pulse. “Just that one. I was just making sure I hadn’t overlooked something.

“A bit late in the schedule to begin involvement, don’t you think?”

PO Zhang shrugs, “I’m to make myself available when needed, sir.”

“Well, it is not needed now,” Dalia smiles softly to lessen the impact of her words. “You can make yourself available to the investigation again at the beginning of the next Alpha shift.”

“Understood,” Da dips his head in accompaniment to his acknowledgement and steps to the side affording the ensign more room by which to pass.

With a nod of her own, Dalia Maize continues past, pausing a few feet further down the hall. Turning back to the security PO, she calls out to him, “Petty Officer Zhang?”

He spins expertly on his heel, having been progressing further down the hall himself, and tilts his head to the right in question, “Yes, sir?”

“There is something you could do.”

“What’s that?”

“Personal belongings are registered on assignment, correct?” He nods and she continues. “Would you please review all of PO Roger’s personal effects and see if there are any private PADDS, journals, or other means by which he would be recording events outside of regulation systems?”

“Certainly, sir.”

“Thank you.”

Posted on 2016-12-21 at 18:39:01.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Oops, I did it again.


I've gone and posted.

Posted on 2016-12-19 at 16:36:47.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Change of Subject


Stardate 2365.02.09 (Tuesday 42138.7)
USS Peregrine; Deck 5 - Brig – 15:23



“I should have expected a reprimand from you,” Lauren sighs sourly and draws her knees up closer to her chest. “But don’t worry about me, Dana. I’ll just throw myself into my work and eventually this whole thing will be a distant painful memory.”

Sullenly staring at the stark floor of her cell, the small woman’s brown eyes begin to fill with tears. “How can you possibly understand? You would have probably barged into the captain’s quarters and jammed your finger in his chest in protest. But I’m not like you, Dana. I did what I thought was right and it turned out to be wrong. Very wrong. From now on, I’m going to stick with my duties and steer clear of any additional drama.”

"It's not a reprimand Lauren," Dana replied, "it's the facts! I do worry about you, because I know how you are and how you would take this whole punishment thing. But you're right, in time it will be a distant memory, and it's up to you how painful it will be."

Dana chuckled a little bit and shook her head, "I don’t see myself jamming a finger into the Captain's chest about anything; I would find myself your roommate once more." She smiled slightly and then it faded and her voice got softer, sounding a little sad when she continued.

"You're wrong though," Dana said with a sigh, "I do understand." She didn’t go on right away, but dropped her gaze to join Lauren's in staring at the floor.

"I've never really shared this with anyone," the Chief Nurse said, a unusual quiver in her voice, "and the exact details aren't important. But, I too was once where you are now. There was an incident in the Academy, when I was in Medical school. I had aspirations of being a Doctor, like my mother, but ... something happened and it almost cost me my career in Starfleet. Circumstances were ... complicated and the situation was resolved without a court martial, in return I would remain silent on the matter and it would be kept out of my record. But, my plans to be a Doctor were dead in the water, and I could only continue my Medical career as a Nurse."

Dana fell silent for a few moments and then looked at Lauren next to her, "Yes, it is now a distant 'painful' memory, and I agree.. steer clear of any additional drama." She smirked slightly as she sighed and looked back to the floor.

"You'll get through this Lauren," she continued, "though we won’t be roommates any more, I'll be here for you, if you want it. Just expect me to be a straight-shooter, as always, and there won't be any surprises."
Lauren turns her face towards her friend and sighs, releasing her knees and shifting so that her feet slide back beneath the bench. She grips the edge of their shared seat and offers a sympathetic expression. “There’s nothing to it, right? Just grin and bear it.

“I appreciate you coming, Dana, no matter the pretense.” Almost eagerly taking the opportunity to change the subject, the small scientist continues. “What’s been going on with the Peregrine while I’ve been swimming in my own muck?”

(OOC: Go!)

Posted on 2016-12-19 at 16:36:25.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: Service is always a good excuse.


Thanks for the update. Anyone else? I've a post from Tann and Keeper...

To quote Adele... Hello?

Posted on 2016-12-19 at 13:06:52.

Topic: Grugg
Subject: So good to hear from you!!!


The update is well received, Grugg!

Try some of that voice-to-text software, my friend. It's pretty good nowadays. Maybe we can see some more of you around here.

Posted on 2016-12-19 at 13:05:36.

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Welcome back


Join the fun.

I'll get another post up soon. Just downloaded a Star Trek theme for my Kindle Fire. Now I have my very own PADD.

Posted on 2016-12-16 at 21:57:03.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject: 'Punk is never easy...


If it were, it'd be called D&D. Ain't no fairy dust here. Just situations that may, or may not, kill you outright. That's what you signed up for.

I've got a single post (thanks, Keeper). Where's the rest of them?

Posted on 2016-12-15 at 12:20:03.
Edited on 2016-12-15 at 12:22:39 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: No compost for me... thanks though.


I have repented of my sin and posted.

Posted on 2016-12-15 at 12:19:07.

 


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