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  1. 2019-01-17 Corgi
  2. Wolf, Sydney, Hoxton, Jimmy, Dallas
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  4. [15:57:16] * JIMMYYYY (deathpacito@irc-9vg.t54.9bifpa.IP) has joined
  5. [15:57:24] <JIMMYYYY> ((oof))
  6. [15:57:26] * Bain1 is now known as Bain
  7. [15:57:37] <JIMMYYYY> ((ayyy chief))
  8. [15:57:52] <CrewChief> ((Hey there!))
  9. [15:58:09] <Hoxton> ((Hello! :D))
  10. [15:58:15] <JIMMYYYY> ((whats up))
  11. [15:58:33] <CrewChief> ((Sydney bought a frickin' Boombox.))
  12. [15:58:42] <CrewChief> ((No more exams, then?))
  13. [15:58:46] <JIMMYYYY> ((nope!))
  14. [15:58:50] <CrewChief> ((FUCK YEAH.))
  15. [15:58:51] <JIMMYYYY> ((also fuck yeah))
  16. [15:58:53] <CrewChief> ((Time to let loose!))
  17. [15:59:09] <JIMMYYYY> ((is sydney here?
  18. [15:59:24] <CrewChief> ((Not yet, was here earlier via phone.))
  19. [15:59:27] <Hoxton> ((You are free! :D Hope they went nice!))
  20. [15:59:37] <Hoxton> (((*nicely durr grammar.))
  21. [15:59:41] <JIMMYYYY> ((ok dope))
  22. [16:00:48] * CrewChief01 has quit (Quit: AtomicIRC: The nuclear option.)
  23. [16:02:02] * Sydney (Sydney@irc-sj4.pbl.emq9em.IP) has joined
  24. [16:02:16] <Sydney> ((Hey hey!))
  25. [16:02:24] <JIMMYYYY> ((ayy speak of the shedevil))
  26. [16:02:36] <Sydney> ((and the shedevil, she shall appear >:D))
  27. [16:02:59] <JIMMYYYY> ((so, everyone here?))
  28. [16:03:14] * JIMMYYYY_ (deathpacito@irc-h2oi2g.hpug.bvuc.l95fte.IP) has joined
  29. [16:03:14] * JIMMYYYY has quit (Connection closed)
  30. [16:03:25] <JIMMYYYY_> ((Irc i?m right here
  31. [16:03:39] <JIMMYYYY_> ((gimme a sec
  32. [16:03:42] * JIMMYYYY_ has quit (Quit: Mutter: www.mutterirc.com)
  33. [16:03:45] * JIMMYYYY (deathpacito@irc-9vg.t54.9bifpa.IP) has joined
  34. [16:03:50] <JIMMYYYY> ((ok
  35. [16:07:01] <JIMMYYYY> ((Swapping to comp))
  36. [16:07:09] <Sydney> ((also guys you'll never believe what I saw today))
  37. [16:07:21] <Sydney> ((apparently there's some sort of truck company called "Brenner" :D))
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  39. [16:08:44] * Ulf (Ulf@irc-9vg.t54.9bifpa.IP) has joined
  40. [16:08:54] <Ulf> ((oshit))
  41. [16:09:21] <CrewChief> ((Must've been founded by a Brenner. :D))
  42. [16:09:24] <CrewChief> ((Hello again!))
  43. [16:10:35] <Ulf> ((uwu))
  44. [16:12:02] <Hoxton> ((OvO))
  45. [16:12:09] <Ulf> ((yall wanna do a quick heist before we get started?))
  46. [16:12:14] <Ulf> ((or just start?))
  47. [16:12:36] <Sydney> ((I'd rather just start - I'm not going to be able to stay up as late as I usually do tonight!))
  48. [16:13:29] <Ulf> ((ok!!))
  49. [16:13:36] <Ulf> ((everyone else good with that?))
  50. [16:15:25] <CrewChief> ((Yeah, of course. :D))
  51. [16:15:33] <Ulf> ((ok! hox?))
  52. [16:16:20] <Hoxton> ((Yep! I'll be right back, fellas.))
  53. [16:16:44] <Ulf> ((ok!!))
  54. [16:17:01] * Hoxton has quit (Connection closed)
  55. [16:18:42] * Hoxton (Hannisballs@user/Hannisballs) has joined
  56. [16:18:42] * ChanServ gives channel operator status to Hoxton
  57. [16:18:54] <Ulf> ((alright! everyone ready?))
  58. [16:19:05] <Sydney> ((yup!))
  59. [16:24:08] <Ulf> ((alright! i'm still dming, yeah, chief?))
  60. [16:24:41] <CrewChief> ((Yeah!))
  61. [16:25:16] <Ulf> ((ok!!))
  62. [16:26:19] <Hoxton> ((We are all ready here :D))
  63. [16:28:37] <CrewChief> !op
  64. [16:28:38] * ChanServ gives channel operator status to CrewChief
  65. [16:28:40] * CrewChief has changed the topic to: BODHA DEEZ NUTZ.| PEAK HOURS: Starting 16:00 EST/21:00 GMT/22:00 CET on Fridays/Saturdays. | Last log: https://pastebin.com/5zEFBP5f | Archive: https://pastebin.com/54ATehZq
  66. [16:28:43] <CrewChief> !deop
  67. [16:28:43] * ChanServ removes channel operator status from CrewChief
  68. [16:31:10] <Ulf> *It's been a few days since Jimmy showed up, the crew, especially Bain, moreorless at a total loss for who- or, as Wolf claims, what he is. The Technician's been stuck on that meth idea, thanks to that there's now maps and printouts of sketchy wikihow articles littered on the floor. The obsession makes one doubt whether or not there really was brai
  69. [16:31:10] <Ulf> n damage caused in the Jimmy incident. Doesn't matter now, though, the crew's wherever, not far, though, never far, when there's a knock at the door. Light. More of a tap.*
  70. [16:31:15] * CrewChief01 (CrewChief01@irc-22u.uke.7rc8le.IP) has joined
  71. [16:31:50] * CrewChief01 has quit (Quit: AtomicIRC: The nuclear option.)
  72. [16:35:22] <Sydney> *Sydney doesn't seem to notice. After spending much of the day testing her new guns at the firing range, her hearing is not the best, even though she used ear protection.*
  73. [16:36:17] <CrewChief> *Dallas frowns. Goes still, listening. The shock of finding their safehouse invaded a few days back has left him with a healthy sense of paranoia. He turns to look at the door. Waits to see if the sound repeats itself.*
  74. [16:36:42] <Hoxton> *Nothing quite as reassuring as sleek and heavy gun metal in your hands. Hox looks up at the knock. Usually it's either Sydney or Dallas and they make it known it's them. Hox carefully rises, walking towards the door but keeping a safe distance. Not gonna get shot through it. A look at Dallas, eyebrow raised*
  75. [16:37:26] <Ulf> *There's a moment of silence. Then another knock, softer, yet more insistent.*
  76. [16:37:28] <Sydney> ((Dallas: *knocks politely* Sydney: *kicks the door down*))
  77. [16:37:58] <CrewChief> *Dallas picks up his sidearm from where it's been lying on the coffeetable, loads it. Too unwieldy for the holster with the suppressor screwed on. Can't be too careful.*
  78. [16:38:00] <CrewChief> ((YES.))
  79. [16:38:27] <Ulf> ((wolf knocks a few times then shouts 'please let me in'))
  80. [16:39:15] <Hoxton> *Hox goes to secure one side, gun raised. Mouthing* Who the fook is this.
  81. [16:39:23] <Sydney> ((Jimmy: *jumps in through the window* wait there was a door??))
  82. [16:40:42] <Sydney> *Sydney frowns, similarly grabbing her Cobra. She asks in a hushed tone,* Someone order food?
  83. [16:41:32] <Ulf> *More knocking. Softer still, insistent still.*
  84. [16:41:57] <CrewChief> *Dallas shakes his head. Can we assume the security cam's still there over the door? If so, he'll pull the feeds up on his phone and have a look.*
  85. [16:42:18] <Sydney> ((oh yeah, we had those with Vlad))
  86. [16:42:44] <CrewChief> ((If it messes with the intrigue, just say there's snow over the lens or something.))
  87. [16:43:07] <Ulf> ((it kinda would yeah))
  88. [16:43:30] <Sydney> ((lucky for y'all, forecast for tonight is indeed snow))
  89. [16:43:36] <Hoxton> ((8C Jealous.))
  90. [16:43:45] <CrewChief> *beat; softly* Fuckin' snow over the cam.
  91. [16:44:54] <Hoxton> *Hox curses. He frowns and takes the security off his new interceptor* Fook that. I'll open, ya two cover me.
  92. [16:45:07] <Hoxton> ((Oh no. I should have made it the matever.))
  93. [16:45:11] <CrewChief> ((HAHAHA.))
  94. [16:45:19] <CrewChief> ((Just poke it into the pocket of your jacket.))
  95. [16:45:27] <Sydney> *Sydney nods, aiming her gun at the door.*
  96. [16:45:30] <CrewChief> ((Retcon it, mate! Love the Matever.))
  97. [16:45:48] <CrewChief> *Dallas leans over the couch, bracing himself. Nice clear steady shot.*
  98. [16:45:52] <Hoxton> *MATEVER IT IS*
  99. [16:46:29] <Hoxton> *Hox raises his hand. Three fingers...two ....one. And he yanks the door open, stepping aside to not stand in the line of shooting.*
  100. [16:47:18] <Ulf> *It's... a corgi! It's sitting there, being a very, very good boy, with a tape recorder on a string around its neck.*
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  103. [16:48:06] <Sydney> ((DOG))
  104. [16:48:30] <CrewChief> *Dallas' first thought--bomb. But no, there's no bomb. He carefully gets up from the couch, coming over to have a look outside. Not gonna bother the dog.*
  105. [16:48:41] <Sydney> *Sydney arches an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly.* The fuck?
  106. [16:49:46] <Ulf> *The dog, a puppy, walks inside now, excited at the sight of people. It runs over to Sydney, pawing at her leg.*
  107. [16:49:52] <Hoxton> *Hox jumps back, somewhat expecting explosives. The dog however makes him blink in surprise. The fuck. He carefully inches closer, having a look around as well.* What the fuckin hell? That tape on it's neck?
  108. [16:50:51] <CrewChief> ((Dog Jimmy. NOT TO BE TRUSTED.))
  109. [16:50:55] <Sydney> *Sydney gives the dog a vigorous petting, using it as cover to remove the tape recorder from its neck. After a cursory inspection, she presses 'Play".*
  110. [16:54:23] <Hoxton> Jesus, wait a second! *Hox calls, stepping back. Could it be rigged? He lifts an arm, ready to dive into cover*
  111. [16:54:23] <Ulf> *Guess whose voice you hear. You're never gonna fucking guess. It. It's fucking Jimmy. He says this ".. Hiya! It's uh- me, Jimmy. I sent this dog over to your place so I could get a message out without being attacked, because, y'know, you'd never hurt a puppy!-- You didn't hurt the puppy right? I hope not. But anyways, I have more about that job I
  112. [16:54:23] <Ulf> told you about. I'm in a blue van down the street. Come when you're ready. If you changed your mind, just don't show up. And please put the dog back outside before you leave. I-It's my dog."*
  113. [16:54:49] <CrewChief> ((Dallas: D: >:D Hahahaha... HAHAHAHA! >8D *heists the dog*))
  114. [16:55:25] <Hoxton> ((HAHAH OH NO.))
  115. [16:55:43] <CrewChief> (("All we need now is a bird and a reptile, and our mascot collection is complete."))
  116. [16:55:45] <Hoxton> ((Hey if this dog was vlads.....uhh.))
  117. [16:55:55] <Sydney> ((Sydney does want a dog named Bloodlord canonically))
  118. [16:55:56] <CrewChief> (("No goats need apply!"))
  119. [16:56:09] <Hoxton> ((Bloodlord? WOW.))
  120. [16:56:18] <Sydney> ((It's one of her pager answers))
  121. [16:57:04] <Hoxton> *Hox listens rather dumbfoundedly. The dog? And now it's that guy's dog again? He lowers his gun, putting the odd stubby back into his holster on his hips.* What the fook. He..send a dog.
  122. [16:57:18] <CrewChief> *Dallas looks over sharply at the sound of Jimmy's voice on the tape. But the open door's letting in a helluva lotta cold air, so he shuts it (temporarily locking the dog in WITH THEM), comes over. Big damn frown at the proposition.*
  123. [16:57:25] <Hoxton> ((A bird would be awesome. Wait for Hox to teach it to cuss.))
  124. [16:57:39] <Sydney> *Though still petting the dog with one hand, Sydney looks up to the others.* Well, I mean, he's not entirely wrong in that we might have shot him.
  125. [16:57:40] <CrewChief> ((He wouldn't even have to try, I imagine. It'd pick everything up from the next room over. uvu))
  126. [16:57:45] <Hoxton> ((Hox: D: WAN-KA. *Offers it seeds* Yeah jus like that >:D))
  127. [16:57:51] <Sydney> ((Sydney would love to have a bird))
  128. [16:58:01] <CrewChief> ((Big and colorful, just like her?))
  129. [16:58:11] <Sydney> ((Oh yes :D))
  130. [16:58:11] <CrewChief> ((Well, the colorful part.))
  131. [16:58:17] <CrewChief> ((Toucan? :D))
  132. [16:58:23] <Hoxton> If he had busted another window? Yeah ya bet. Fella knows too much for comfort.
  133. [16:58:59] <Sydney> ((headcanon: sydney would always feed the wild cockatoos and magpies))
  134. [16:59:07] <CrewChief> ((Aww!))
  135. [17:00:11] <Ulf> *Oh, and guess whos awake now. And not very happy at the sight of- god forbid- a dog. Muffin. She hisses, but the dog seems relatively- unnaturally- unphased.* It's just been- standing there, facing the cat since it walked in. It hasn't blinked.*
  136. [17:00:19] <CrewChief> *Dallas is quiet for a moment before saying* I don't know what the hell this is, but if it's a setup--guy walks in here, practically hands us the noose to hang him with and expects us not to. It's too crazy to be a setup.
  137. [17:00:27] <Ulf> ((sorry fucked up the asterisks))
  138. [17:01:18] <CrewChief> ((Oh shit, suddenly remembered. Spot of sad news, Wolf. Houston won't be coming back.))
  139. [17:01:50] <Hoxton> ((Ah shit, yeah. Came in yesterday night :c))
  140. [17:02:14] <Ulf> ((oh :( ))
  141. [17:02:40] <CrewChief> ((Said we can find a new Houston, but I think it's too soon.))
  142. [17:02:53] <CrewChief> ((Sheila's still parked in the garage, damn it!))
  143. [17:03:11] <Ulf> ((yeah let's wait a bit))
  144. [17:03:40] <Sydney> *Sydney shrugs.* If he wanted us dead, he woulda sent a bomb.
  145. [17:04:07] <Hoxton> Well..crazy does fit huh? *Hox rubs the back of his head looking properly baffled. He has seen his share of crazy assholes and yet this one takes the cake.* I....suppose. Well, boss. Ya think we should give it a try? I could check for the van. *beat* Good thing we were shoppin eh?
  146. [17:04:30] <CrewChief> *Dallas excuses himself, quickly steps outside to have a look down the street. Is there a blue van down there?*
  147. [17:05:12] <Ulf> *Yes! When you do, the corgi walks outside too, barking in the direction of the van.*
  148. [17:05:23] <Hoxton> *Hox looks rather uneasy but nods.* Yeah he woulda. I'd say...well. I'll fetch my vest, lassie.
  149. [17:05:38] <Hoxton> A dog though? The fook. Also the cat's not lookin happy at all!
  150. [17:05:51] <CrewChief> *Dallas leaves the dog be, heads back in to get his coat.* He's there, all right.
  151. [17:06:31] <Ulf> *The dog walks back inside anyways, Muffin growling. The dog walks directly up to her, looking her in the eyes.*
  152. [17:06:41] <Sydney> ((WAIT THEN WHO WAS KNOCKING))
  153. [17:06:47] <CrewChief> ((D8))
  154. [17:07:29] <Ulf> ((the dog obviously))
  155. [17:07:34] <Hoxton> ((If the dog will speak in Jimmy'y voice I'll shit myself.))
  156. [17:08:49] <Ulf> *Muffin looks back at the dog, growling again. In response, the dog.. begins to make dialup noises and vibrate. Okay.*
  157. [17:08:52] <Hoxton> *Hox is walking over with his vests, not yet sure which one to take.* So....we goin to say hello? Also what the fook is up with that dog?
  158. [17:08:58] <Hoxton> ((OH GOD.))
  159. [17:09:16] <Sydney> *Sydney also grabs her coat with a shrug.* Let's ...*She halts as she hears the dog.* Uhhhhhh.
  160. [17:09:53] <CrewChief> *Dallas comes over, bodily grabs the corgi, and hauls it out to where he safely deposits it in the snow.*
  161. [17:10:00] <CrewChief> ((Dallas: SOUNDS UNSAFE.))
  162. [17:10:26] <Ulf> *Right before he drops it he sees its eyes bluescreen and a windows error noise.*
  163. [17:10:33] <Sydney> (( https://media.rbl.ms/image?u=%2Ffiles%2F2016%2F03%2F05%2F635928041330294702-1133101307_adult%2520life.gif&ho=https%3A%2F%2Faz616578.vo.msecnd.net&s=402&h=794c7d55a5121c3eebe30f42c185fe0ab6712660c8fa6de8d12414b167bb63ca&size=980x&c=3041010360 ))
  164. [17:11:06] <Ulf> ((actually exactly what i was thinking))
  165. [17:11:08] <CrewChief> *Dallas can't help but blurt out in surprise* What the fuck, it's not real!
  166. [17:11:49] <Sydney> *Sydney shakes her head.* Let's hope the crazy man makes more sense out of things.
  167. [17:12:20] <Ulf> *Ok, it's good. It's rebooting now.*
  168. [17:12:35] <CrewChief> *DALLAS CLOSES THE DOOR, turns to the others with a startled look.*
  169. [17:12:45] <CrewChief> That thing's not real.
  170. [17:12:54] <Hoxton> Whaddaya mean it's not real?
  171. [17:13:09] <CrewChief> I don't know--it's some kinda machine. Like an AI dog!
  172. [17:13:47] <Hoxton> What the fook? That thing....looked bloody real? *beat* I aint high or somethin?
  173. [17:14:03] <CrewChief> You both heard that noise, right?
  174. [17:14:16] <Sydney> If you're high, we all are.
  175. [17:14:24] <Hoxton> *He nods, wide eyed* Like somethin bootin?
  176. [17:14:46] <CrewChief> Yeah. Now, unless he's pumped this place full of gas without us realizing-- *beat* Fuck it, let's see what this guy's got to say.
  177. [17:15:03] <CrewChief> *He cracks the door open. Is the dog still there?*
  178. [17:15:17] <CrewChief> ((Dallas: *This will haunt my nightmares.*))
  179. [17:15:22] <Ulf> *Yes! It's digging in the snow like nothing happened.*
  180. [17:16:10] <CrewChief> *Troubling. Dallas does a big circle around it, stopping to wait for the others.*
  181. [17:16:15] <Sydney> *Sydney grabs her Cobra and walks to the door.* Might as well just get this over with.
  182. [17:16:50] <Ulf> *It sticks its head in the little hole it made.*
  183. [17:16:55] <CrewChief> ((Aww. :D))
  184. [17:17:10] <Hoxton> *Hox quickly wriggles into the light vest, gasping as the vest presses againt the still impressive bruise. But he merely grinds his teeth and follows them, holsters open just to be safe.*
  185. [17:18:05] <Ulf> *It found some dead grass under the snow. It eats the dead grass.*
  186. [17:18:11] <CrewChief> ((8C))
  187. [17:18:44] <Hoxton> *Big circle around it, Hox looks actually rather worried. This is just bleedin surreal.*
  188. [17:19:15] <CrewChief> *Coat open for sidearm access, Dallas quietly makes his way to the van. Across the street to begin with, looking into the driver side window. Anybody in there?*
  189. [17:21:25] <Ulf> *Windows are tinted pitch black. Can't tell.*
  190. [17:22:01] <CrewChief> ((8c))
  191. [17:22:09] <Hoxton> *Hox walks around the van, checking the other side. The windows are tinted but he goes and lightly tugs on the doors. Locked?*
  192. [17:22:18] <CrewChief> ((Knock, Jim! BE NICE.))
  193. [17:22:28] <Hoxton> ((HE HE HE))
  194. [17:22:33] <Ulf> *Yes, not for long, though, as the door's practically kicked open by the person inside.*
  195. [17:22:37] * Ulf is now known as JIMMYYYY
  196. [17:22:39] <CrewChief> ((SHEER HEART ATTACK.))
  197. [17:22:46] <Hoxton> ((SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKERS. At least he hasnt---OH GOD.))
  198. [17:23:01] <JIMMYYYY> HEYY, HOXTON! YOU GUYS CAME BACK!
  199. [17:23:13] <Sydney> *Sydney jumps back, surprised.* Jesus fuckin christ!
  200. [17:23:23] <Hoxton> *Hox yelps in surprise and gets barreled into the snow. Pain hits him hard and sudden and he fumbles for his gun, breathless*
  201. [17:23:29] <CrewChief> *Dallas jumps, startled, instinctively pulling his gun.*
  202. [17:23:47] <Hoxton> ((YEAH THAT TOOK TEN YEARS OFF HIM.))
  203. [17:24:19] <CrewChief> *Dallas is moving, circling around to the back of the van to point his gun in. Holy nutballs.*
  204. [17:24:42] <Sydney> *Sydney follows.*
  205. [17:25:05] <JIMMYYYY> *Unphased, he looks around.* Where's Dot at? *His eyes are drawn to the corgi in the distance.* Oh, there! C'mere, c'mere girl! Don't make me turn you on manual again!
  206. [17:25:19] <Sydney> ((WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN))
  207. [17:25:56] <Hoxton> What the fook? *He scrambles back onto his feet, gun steadily aimed at the madman.* What the fook!
  208. [17:26:02] <CrewChief> *Without taking his aim off the crazy guy in the van, Dallas reaches down and yanks Hox back upright--well, helps then.*
  209. [17:26:14] <Hoxton> ((Aww! Appreciated! :D))
  210. [17:26:16] <JIMMYYYY> ((ok so basically robocorgi has 2 modes, dog and manual: dog = regular dog, manual = dog controlled by jimmy remotely))
  211. [17:26:25] <Sydney> ((nadbed;jkvanfalbdsavs))
  212. [17:26:26] <CrewChief> ((Manual sounds CREEPY.))
  213. [17:26:39] <JIMMYYYY> ((it's a weapon to surpass metal gear))
  214. [17:26:50] <CrewChief> ((Also, the dog BSOD'd upon seeing a cat. Weakness noted.))
  215. [17:26:55] <Hoxton> *A thankful nod and he is breathing through clenched teeth.* Oi. Quit the babblin and better get start explainin.
  216. [17:27:13] <Sydney> *Sydney glances around.* Probably not in the open, yeah?
  217. [17:27:53] <JIMMYYYY> .. Oh, yeah, yeah. Good idea. *As Dot comes over and jumps onto Jimmy's lap, he nods.* Alright, get in the back, I'll explain on the way there.
  218. [17:27:56] <Hoxton> *A little agitated wave with the matever* He's yelled my fuckin name loud enough anywhere. And I aint sure I want to get into that bleedin van!
  219. [17:28:12] <Sydney> Wait, where are we going?
  220. [17:28:18] <Hoxton> ((manual....so coked up dog. BRR.))
  221. [17:28:23] <JIMMYYYY> .. To the mission? Obviously?
  222. [17:28:30] <CrewChief> *Dallas stares.*
  223. [17:29:12] <Sydney> Okay, um, we need to know what it is we're dealing with so we can gear up proper.
  224. [17:29:26] <JIMMYYYY> Oh, oh, you want an actual place. We're goin' to a Murkywater facility. Gotta steal an EMP bomb for the next part.
  225. [17:31:16] <Hoxton> *Hox blurts* Murkywater? Ya completely nuts?
  226. [17:31:32] <JIMMYYYY> .. That's a rhetorical question, yeah?
  227. [17:33:13] <CrewChief> *Like Dot, Dallas needs a moment to reboot things upstairs, frowning intensely. After which he relaxes that frown, and says* First off, we are not going down to the store in that van with you, much less Murkywater. Second--you want us to do a job for you, you go through Bain, and third. If you think you're riding along with us on any job, you're way further gone than I thought.
  228. [17:34:20] <Hoxton> ((Does the van have a "free candy" smear on the side.))
  229. [17:34:24] <JIMMYYYY> Bain's not exactly an easy person to find though, huh? Broke my brain just tryin' to find you guys. Situation here's kinda time sensitive.
  230. [17:34:25] <CrewChief> ((Oh no.))
  231. [17:34:34] <JIMMYYYY> ((unfortunately no))
  232. [17:34:45] <Hoxton> ((UNFORTUNATELY?))
  233. [17:35:02] <JIMMYYYY> ((it would be hilarious))
  234. [17:35:13] <Sydney> ((It really would be))
  235. [17:35:21] <Hoxton> *Hox steps forward.* Why?
  236. [17:35:38] <CrewChief> I appreciate the urgency. But going back to what you told us last time, Akan can kill you, and he can kill us too. And so can the Murkies, for that matter. I'm not letting you drag my team in blind like that.
  237. [17:35:58] <Sydney> *Sydney eyes Jimmy carefully.* Do you even have a fuckin' plan at all, you drongo?
  238. [17:36:06] <CrewChief> *He can't even remember which Jimmy told him that. Fuck his life.*
  239. [17:36:40] <CrewChief> ((DRONGO. :D))
  240. [17:36:50] <JIMMYYYY> .. I'm not doin' that, though, mate. You guys're all I've got, I couldn't let you just die. Course I've got a plan. Spent months writin and rewritin the shit.
  241. [17:38:23] <Sydney> ((:P))
  242. [17:38:42] <CrewChief> *stiffly* Fair enough. Give us the details then. Loud or stealth?
  243. [17:38:56] <Sydney> ((They're still out in the open))
  244. [17:39:24] <CrewChief> *--he said quietly.*
  245. [17:39:33] <CrewChief> ((HAHAHA. He'll wait out any pedestrians.))
  246. [17:39:53] <Hoxton> *Hox shudders a little* Jesus you are nuts. You got a plan? Ya coked up, mate!
  247. [17:40:00] <JIMMYYYY> Stealth. T-The first day's stealth. 's gotta be. Alarms go off, you're toast. 's Murky we're talkin about here.
  248. [17:40:13] <JIMMYYYY> Second day- Dunno. Depends on the defenses they've got.
  249. [17:40:32] <CrewChief> *Dallas just gets this exasperated look on his face. He'd been expecting something slipshod and stupid, but the guy's clearly put some thought into all this. Fuck.*
  250. [17:40:34] <Hoxton> *Beat* And ya dont know what kinda defenses they have?
  251. [17:41:46] <JIMMYYYY> .. No, no I do not. No way to. Place's in Russia. Russians're the best secret-keepers.
  252. [17:42:57] <Sydney> *Sydney just stares at him.*
  253. [17:43:00] <CrewChief> *Russia? Now Dallas just looks plain baffled.*
  254. [17:43:21] <CrewChief> *After a long moment, entirely skirting the Russia angle, he asks* What happened to the other one? The one who shot himself.
  255. [17:43:55] <JIMMYYYY> .. What'dya mean, mate? Figured your cleaner took care o' the body.
  256. [17:44:15] <CrewChief> *Dallas looks unsettled.*
  257. [17:44:45] <JIMMYYYY> What is it, mate?
  258. [17:45:07] <Hoxton> Not gonna lie, this is....a lot to take in mate. Usually people get shot and die....and not come back. Somehow.
  259. [17:45:37] <Hoxton> (("So you guys want a drink or ten after this?"))
  260. [17:45:43] <CrewChief> *Finally shaking the creepy feeling, Dallas says* Maybe let's take this talk somewhere else, huh? You can forget the van, though. If we're going anywhere, we're gonna take that plan of yours, and we're going over the entire thing with a fine toothed comb till we're all satisfied.
  261. [17:45:47] <CrewChief> (("MAKE IT TEN."))
  262. [17:46:18] <CrewChief> You said yourself you took months planning this thing. You can wait twenty four hours.
  263. [17:46:34] <JIMMYYYY> .. Alright, I gotcha. Thoroughness. I appreciate that.
  264. [17:47:18] <CrewChief> *Actually--taking a look inside the back of the van. Visible driver? Anything back there? Bags, clothes? Does it look like he's living out of this van?*
  265. [17:48:35] <JIMMYYYY> *Looks pretty trashy, only real objects being a large bag of cocaine and a dog bed. No driver, just Jimmy.*
  266. [17:49:10] <Hoxton> ((just Jimmy.))
  267. [17:49:38] <CrewChief> *Brief hesitation, but Dallas jerks his chin in the direction of the safehouse.* Let's talk inside. And, ah--kindly use the door huh, buddy?
  268. [17:49:56] <CrewChief> (("WE JUST HAD THIS FIXED. USE DOOR PLOS."))
  269. [17:50:09] <Hoxton> ((OR ELSE WE BAN U.))
  270. [17:50:20] <CrewChief> ((YES. Only tempban, since he's really hard to keep out. :I))
  271. [17:50:48] <JIMMYYYY> *He laughs, setting Dot in the back.* Yeah, yeah, gotcha mate.
  272. [17:51:10] <Hoxton> Sounds like some reason at last. *he is tempted to lock the dog out though. Creepy little shit but just shakes his head.* And dont ya try anythin stupid. Or else I'll try just how immortal ya really are.
  273. [17:51:49] <Hoxton> ((Oh no Jimmy is like the person making a mellon accounts to come back.))
  274. [17:51:54] <CrewChief> *Make no mistake, Dallas is frisking him at the door. Only real reason he offered the safehouse.*
  275. [17:51:57] <CrewChief> ((YES.))
  276. [17:52:57] <CrewChief> *Dallas heads back up the street to the safehouse, stopping to wait for them at the door.*
  277. [17:53:20] <Sydney> *Sydney's eager to get back in out of the cold. She stays quiet for now, content to watch the madness unfold.*
  278.  
  279.  
  280. [17:53:20] <Sydney> *Sydney's eager to get back in out of the cold. She stays quiet for now, content to watch the madness unfold.*
  281. [17:54:15] <JIMMYYYY> *Jimmy dashes towards the door, a definite spring in his step. He looks at Sydney, stopping.* O-Oh! Almost forgot! You make masks, right? I got somethin' to show you!
  282. [17:54:37] <CrewChief> ((OH MY.))
  283. [17:54:48] <Sydney> Mhmm. *Sydney can't help but smile. Oh, this is gonna be good.*
  284. [17:55:11] <CrewChief> ((FFFF, holy shit. Getting master masksmith vibes here.))
  285. [17:55:39] <JIMMYYYY> *Jimmy runs back to the van real quick, pulling out- a mask. I think. It's hard to tell over all the duct tape.* Look! I made it myself. It's a bit low-budget, but-
  286. [17:56:47] <Hoxton> *Big eyes and then Hox starts laughing. This is just too surreal, might as well roll with it.*
  287. [17:57:06] <Sydney> Duct tape. *Sydney has to bite back a mean comment.* Well, it gets the job done? I guess?
  288. [17:57:13] <CrewChief> *Dallas is just standing by the door watching him sprint back, a look of consternation on his face. You see someone this happy about something, it gets real hard to tell them no.*
  289. [17:57:23] <Sydney> But you only need a mask if you're going into the field with us, yeah?
  290. [17:57:37] <CrewChief> *offers, gruffly* It's got character.
  291. [17:57:51] <Hoxton> ((Holy shit my sides though. Jimmy comparing his duct tape mask with Sydney's artworks. HUEHUE.))
  292. [17:57:58] <JIMMYYYY> *Jimmy looks- a bit hurt, but quickly goes back to that same grin.* I- I mean, figured I would. For the second part, at least.
  293. [17:58:02] <CrewChief> ((KINDA THE SAME.))
  294. [17:58:09] <Sydney> ((lol))
  295. [17:58:25] <Hoxton> *Under his breath* Character. Jesus christ mate, I need a drink.
  296. [17:58:54] <Hoxton> *Hox hobbles to the couch, flopping down, placing the matever on his lap. This might be funny but better safe than sorry.*
  297. [17:59:15] <CrewChief> *Dallas waves them through.* Let's get the hell outta this cold. Can't feel my frickin' dick. *He stops Jimmy, however. Gives him a quick frisk to make sure he's not packing.*
  298. [17:59:31] <CrewChief> *If he is, he'll ask him to disarm and leave the weapons at the door.*
  299. [18:00:05] <JIMMYYYY> *He's not, surprisingly. Minus a coke bag.*
  300. [18:00:23] <CrewChief> *Dallas puts the coke back in his pocket, gestures to the door. Go on in.*
  301. [18:00:36] <CrewChief> ((Not gonna judge.))
  302. [18:00:49] <Hoxton> ((Oh my god Dallas.))
  303. [18:01:01] <Hoxton> ((How cold is it? ---Two inches.))
  304. [18:01:12] <CrewChief> ((HEY NOW.))
  305. [18:01:26] <Sydney> ((>_>))
  306. [18:01:28] <JIMMYYYY> *Jimmy gives a little smile, walking in.* Nic- place. You got a place here.
  307. [18:01:33] <Hoxton> ((....From the ground? :D)))
  308. [18:01:41] <Sydney> Nice now that we cleaned up the fuckin glass.
  309. [18:01:41] <CrewChief> ((Thank you!))
  310. [18:01:45] <Sydney> And the body.
  311. [18:01:59] <CrewChief> Blood, too. *Dallas closes the door, kicks the snow off his shoes.*
  312. [18:02:30] <Hoxton> Your double or whatever was one heavy bastard, by the way.
  313. [18:03:07] <JIMMYYYY> *He laughs.* Yeah, sorry 'bout that. Woulda helped but I did not feel wanted in the slightest.
  314. [18:03:20] <Sydney> ((pffft))
  315. [18:03:49] <CrewChief> *Dallas shrugs out of his coat.* Get you something? Glass of water, beer?
  316. [18:04:40] <JIMMYYYY> *Jimmy isn't wearing a coat, of course.* Nah, mate, I'm good.
  317. [18:05:02] <Hoxton> *You know what. Hox is frowning. Listening in closely. If that dog was some kind of robot...*
  318. [18:05:11] <CrewChief> *Undaunted, Dallas says to the others* How about you guys?
  319. [18:05:42] <CrewChief> *He just refused a drink. There's nothing for him to sleep in in the back of that van. Only one conclusion can be drawn from this: He's a fuckin' MACHINE.*
  320. [18:05:44] <Hoxton> *beat* A beer. Or anything stronger ya have.
  321. [18:05:52] <Hoxton> ((YEAH RIGHT?))
  322. [18:06:02] <Sydney> Just some lemonade, mate.
  323. [18:06:03] <JIMMYYYY> .. Mate, I'm not a robot- well, not technically. I'm a better made robot than Dot. She's still in testing.
  324. [18:06:04] <Sydney> ((:P))
  325. [18:06:21] <Hoxton> *Hox' eyes grow big.*
  326. [18:06:34] <CrewChief> *Beer it is. Not gonna let Hox get shitfaced while this whackjob's in free roam mode or whatever.*
  327. [18:06:48] <Hoxton> What the fuck. Wait wait wat. Now ya kidding. What the fuck are ya even?
  328. [18:06:57] <CrewChief> *And a glass of lemonade for Sydney. He brings the drinks over to them.*
  329. [18:07:21] <JIMMYYYY> *Jimmy looks slightly annoyed, yet understanding.* You want a science lesson or somethin'?
  330. [18:08:00] <CrewChief> Let's take it from the top. Who told you to come find us?
  331. [18:08:10] <Sydney> *Sydney accepts hers with a grateful nod. *
  332. [18:08:13] <Hoxton> ((LEMONADE.))
  333. [18:08:26] <CrewChief> ((... shandy? Though I shudder to defile Guinness.))
  334. [18:08:54] <Hoxton> ((Oh the education in lemonade. Thanks for the beer though! Hox needs it 8I))
  335. [18:09:05] <JIMMYYYY> Me. I did. I needed help 'n you guys happened to be on the news.
  336. [18:09:10] <Hoxton> Well....actually fuckin yeah? *beat* Afterwards perhaps.
  337. [18:09:29] <CrewChief> *bluntly* Who made you?
  338. [18:09:45] <Hoxton> *Hox nurses his beer. Now this is weird but really, really interesting.*
  339. [18:09:56] <CrewChief> *He's assuming a frickin' MACHINE like him can't have dreams and plans of his own. Utterly unwilling to accept the idea.*
  340. [18:12:24] <JIMMYYYY> .. Okay, okay, this- this is where it gets complex. I did, but like, not really. Basically, I used to be an avatar controlled by my creator, me, but then shit with Akan went down and he decided that he needed at least one Jimmy self-piloted for backup. Me n' Suavey both got chosen, but he didn't work out, so now I gotta do it. Made the dog miself,
  341. [18:12:24] <JIMMYYYY> if ya couldn't tell.
  342. [18:13:05] <JIMMYYYY> ((Fun fact i made all that up because i like the idea of PD2's jimmy being his own person))
  343. [18:13:38] <CrewChief> ((Sounds legit, man. Not being sarcastic.))
  344. [18:14:08] <CrewChief> *Dallas nods, taking it all in.* I'd like to speak to your creator.
  345. [18:14:31] <CrewChief> ((Dallas: You guys didn't see any wires sticking out of that "suave" one, did you?))
  346. [18:14:31] <Hoxton> *Hox is baffled, watching him closely. At least he hasnt heard any machine whirring or anything like this. But it's....shit. He looks completely human.*
  347. [18:14:43] <Hoxton> ((HAHAHA GOOD QUESTION.))
  348. [18:14:48] <JIMMYYYY> .. Not sure ya can. Haven't heard from him in a while.
  349. [18:15:05] <Hoxton> So....ya a robot? Clone? Or somethin else?
  350. [18:15:27] <Hoxton> ((Take me to your leader BI))
  351. [18:15:47] <JIMMYYYY> Bit o' both.
  352. [18:16:12] <CrewChief> What happened with Akan?
  353. [18:16:15] <Hoxton> *A stunned look and Hox not so sublty looks at him, trying to spy any mechanical parts*
  354. [18:16:41] <Hoxton> ((He'd focus on the job more but that guy's some fricking cyborg or something D8))
  355. [18:16:53] <JIMMYYYY> Raid, basically. Doubt creator's dead, he's probably ju- hey, hey asshole, my eyes are up here.
  356. [18:17:06] <CrewChief> ((Give 'im a strip search, Jim. For science.))
  357. [18:17:10] <Sydney> *Sydney looks incredulous, but sits back, taking this all in.))
  358. [18:17:16] <Sydney> ((bleh, asterisk there))
  359. [18:18:42] <CrewChief> So this is some kinda revenge hit? Heist an EMP, knock the lights out at Akan's Russian facility?
  360. [18:19:21] <JIMMYYYY> Yep. 'xactly. 's also got the bonus of preventing Akan from creating a potential world-ending army of superhumans.
  361. [18:19:36] <Hoxton> ((HAHAHA OH MY))
  362. [18:19:42] <CrewChief> Y'mean others like you.
  363. [18:19:55] <Hoxton> *Hox jumps somewhat embarrassed but flips him the bird*
  364. [18:20:18] <Hoxton> *Which he might regret later. Superhumans?*
  365. [18:20:46] <Hoxton> And this Akan fella? He's a fucking bot as well?
  366. [18:20:56] <CrewChief> *Dallas starts to say something, stops.*
  367. [18:20:59] <JIMMYYYY> Nope. Just a fuckin' asshole.
  368. [18:21:48] <Hoxton> (((hahahah!))
  369. [18:22:15] <CrewChief> You just admitted there's only one of you left, and the original's probably face down in a ditch somewhere. Not so immortal after all. Give me one good reason I shouldn't put one right between your eyes right now, and spare me the bleeding heart WWIII talk.
  370. [18:22:51] <Sydney> *Sydney finally speaks up.* Because I don't think he's lying.
  371. [18:22:58] <JIMMYYYY> Because I trust you won't.
  372. [18:23:36] <CrewChief> ((Aww, this brings me back to all the different reasons given at Sydney's place. :D Cute.))
  373. [18:24:21] <CrewChief> *Silence from Dallas, but they're right. He's bought the story, and he's not gonna pull the trigger.* What are you offering us?
  374. [18:25:08] <JIMMYYYY> Half the money I got left.
  375. [18:25:33] <Hoxton> ((One dollarrr))
  376. [18:25:51] <Hoxton> ((And yeah, the pre-grilling :D))
  377. [18:26:08] <Sydney> ((Hehehe))
  378. [18:26:31] <Hoxton> *Hox starts fidgeting a little. There is something he wants to ask but let's Dallas finish the monetary questions first.*
  379. [18:28:24] <CrewChief> *Dallas seems to notice the fidgeting. He leans back, gives Hox a small up-nod.*
  380. [18:28:29] <CrewChief> *You go first.*
  381. [18:29:26] <Hoxton> *Hox looks at Dallas and then at Jimmy.* How do ya....well. Ya said ....ya being a clone or could your creator make another like you from a dead body?
  382. [18:30:03] <JIMMYYYY> .. If he's alive, don't see why not. Why?
  383. [18:30:08] <CrewChief> *Dallas recoils slightly. Eww.*
  384. [18:30:31] <Sydney> That tech would be worth quite a lot of money.
  385. [18:31:16] <Hoxton> *His own thoughts disturb him but....well. If this wanker is getting them killed...there might be another option out, it seems.* Just...curious.
  386. [18:31:37] <Hoxton> Can ya die? From age or somethin?
  387. [18:31:45] <JIMMYYYY> *Jimmy flinches at the comment, startled.* W-Why?
  388. [18:33:17] <Hoxton> Well I dont speak to bleedin cyborgs on a daily basis. Curious, that's all. *He nods* But let's get business sorted first eh? How much is your half?
  389. [18:34:06] <JIMMYYYY> *He nods, satisfied.* Yeah, yeah, I get that.... 's about 25 mil?
  390. [18:34:25] <Sydney> *Sydney nearly chokes on her drink.*
  391. [18:34:28] <Hoxton> *Hox almost chokes on his beer*
  392. [18:34:31] <Hoxton> ((HUE.))
  393. [18:34:34] <Sydney> ((DOUBLE SPITTAKE))
  394. [18:35:19] <CrewChief> *Dallas seems entirely unfazed.* I'm curious. This supersoldier army Akan's trying to build--that wouldn't happen to be with the same tech that created you, would it?
  395. [18:35:33] <CrewChief> ((Dallas: THAT'S NOT A LOT.))
  396. [18:35:39] <CrewChief> (("At least not for some crazed Elon Musk motherfucker."))
  397. [18:35:49] <Sydney> ((IT'S A LOT MORE THAN SHE EXPECTED A COKEHEAD CLONE TO HAVE)))
  398. [18:35:50] <JIMMYYYY> Would be. Stronger, o' course. Billions of dollars poured into it.
  399. [18:35:59] <Hoxton> ((HAHAHA YES:))
  400. [18:36:14] <Hoxton> ((Deadass pulling out a crumpled dollar bill.))
  401. [18:36:27] <Sydney> *Sydney wipes her chin, sharing a knowing glance with Hoxton.*
  402. [18:36:49] <Hoxton> *Hox just rotates his finger around his temple. This? Utter madness.*
  403. [18:37:14] <Hoxton> How...how come the fuckin army aint involved?
  404. [18:37:32] <Sydney> *Sydney doesn't disagree with him.*
  405. [18:38:01] <JIMMYYYY> Akan's a billionare. Army doens't give a shit. Won't till it's too late.
  406. [18:38:17] <CrewChief> What time is too late? They started production yet?
  407. [18:38:51] <JIMMYYYY> They will soon, if they haven't already.
  408. [18:39:31] <Hoxton> So...I suppose these wankas wont be happy if we drop a bloody EMP in their lap. That enough to stop em?
  409. [18:40:07] <CrewChief> *The thought of tens of thousands of coked up Jimmies overrunning the earth--not entirely pleasant to imagine.*
  410. [18:40:40] <JIMMYYYY> Course it will. Humanoid or not, 's still tech based. It'll fuck em up enough if it doesn't outflat knock 'em out.
  411. [18:41:05] <CrewChief> And then what? We swoop in, steal their research notes?
  412. [18:41:18] <JIMMYYYY> Yeah, basically.
  413. [18:42:05] <CrewChief> Have you ever pulled a job like this before?
  414. [18:42:28] <JIMMYYYY> .. No.
  415. [18:42:45] <CrewChief> *beat* You know how to handle a gun?
  416. [18:42:50] <JIMMYYYY> Course.
  417. [18:42:55] <CrewChief> All right. What else can you do?
  418. [18:42:57] <Sydney> Killed anyone?
  419. [18:43:04] <JIMMYYYY> Course.
  420. [18:45:59] <Hoxton> *Muffled* Better be fuckin laser eyes.
  421. [18:46:31] <JIMMYYYY> .. Nah, my- my whole kinda deal is that I'm like, 98% human.
  422. [18:46:45] <Sydney> ((and 2% cocaine))
  423. [18:47:38] <CrewChief> So what's the deal here? You and the others split up the workload while your creator goes off and does whatever he wants?
  424. [18:48:55] <JIMMYYYY> Didn't used to be. Creator'd just use us for certain things, like, I was the negotiator. Now, I just got this whole thing to myself.
  425. [18:49:31] <Hoxton> *beat* Yeah course you are. The other one was really shite at negotiatin.
  426. [18:49:39] <Sydney> ((okay so I was curious and did the math. 2% of Sharlto's weight is 1.64 kilograms, which actually seems about right for Jimmy))
  427. [18:50:03] <JIMMYYYY> ((nerd))
  428. [18:51:07] <JIMMYYYY> .. So? What's the verdict on this whole thing?
  429. [18:51:45] <CrewChief> Hold up. Tell us more about this Murky situation. What we're going after, what kinda security to expect.
  430. [18:52:31] <JIMMYYYY> The bomb parts'll be on trains. Heavy security. Maybe even drones.
  431. [18:54:06] <CrewChief> *Dallas balks a little.* How much do you think that thing's worth?
  432. [18:54:10] <Sydney> *Sydney grabs a pad of paper and starts taking notes.*
  433. [18:55:02] <JIMMYYYY> Millions. But we gotta use it. Could be more loot there, too, though. That'd be all yours.
  434. [18:55:44] <Hoxton> Murky, yeah. They haul all kinda loot from everywhere.
  435. [18:55:58] <CrewChief> Have you tried buying it from them? Credentials like yours--your creator's, specifically. They might be willing to negotiate.
  436. [18:56:36] <CrewChief> ((Somebody please tell Dallas this heist is a terrible idea, 'cause he's honestly intrigued at this point.))
  437. [18:56:51] <JIMMYYYY> Course I tried. Got a big fat "No". Akan's offered more, suppose.
  438. [18:56:58] <JIMMYYYY> ((wait retcon that
  439. [18:57:07] <JIMMYYYY> ((replace "akan" with "original buyer"
  440. [18:57:13] <JIMMYYYY> ((im *dab* a dumbass
  441. [18:57:22] <Sydney> ((No worries :P))
  442. [18:57:41] <CrewChief> ((Actually, that'd work too. Say it hasn't been delivered yet. No dum.))
  443. [18:58:02] <CrewChief> ((Like, "You gotta go get it now, or they'll send it to Russia, out of reach." or some shit.))
  444. [18:58:20] <JIMMYYYY> ((i think itd make more sense with jimmy not knowing who the buyer is
  445. [18:58:27] <CrewChief> ((Fair enough!))
  446. [18:58:28] <JIMMYYYY> ((then he wouldnt know where to begin to look
  447. [19:00:16] <CrewChief> *quietly* Assuming we even get in the gate... *beat; to Jimmy* Gonna need all the intel you got on the place. Photos, notes. All of it.
  448. [19:01:03] <JIMMYYYY> Right, right. I'll get everything I can.
  449. [19:02:09] <Hoxton> *Hox is honestly a little spacing out, cradling his beer. The thought of ...well. Waking up and his arms or legs mate out of cold metal....he shudders a little.*
  450.  
  451. The thought of ...well. Waking up and his arms or legs mate out of cold metal....he shudders a little.*
  452. [19:02:46] <JIMMYYYY> ...... You good, man?
  453. [19:03:49] <JIMMYYYY> *He looks at Hoxton, worried.*
  454. [19:03:59] <JIMMYYYY> ((Ya girl forgot her actions again))
  455. [19:05:10] <Hoxton> *He looks up, frowning a little.* Yeah 'course. But ya sure it's just murkies and...not some super soldiers guardin the place?
  456. [19:06:02] <JIMMYYYY> Yeah, Murkies. Only Murkies.
  457. [19:08:57] <Hoxton> Well. What do ya fellas say? This is....certainly somethin.
  458. [19:09:06] <CrewChief> *Dallas is quietly sitting there, watching them. After a moment, he says to Jimmy* Why'd he shoot himself? Your double. Some kinda failsafe?
  459. [19:10:03] <JIMMYYYY> ... Not- not sure. Musta figured you woulda killed him anyways.
  460. [19:10:27] <CrewChief> If things go south, are you gonna shoot yourself too?
  461. [19:11:22] <JIMMYYYY> *Jimmy pauses. Looking down.* ... No. No, I-I dragged you guys into this. I won't take the easy way out.
  462. [19:11:37] <Hoxton> That sounds awfully human, mate.
  463. [19:12:15] <JIMMYYYY> 98%.
  464. [19:12:28] <CrewChief> *Dallas' expression softens, but he goes* Good. 'Cause if you stiff us and off yourself, mark my words, I'll Frankenstein you back to life just to shoot you again. *But he seems satisfied, says* Get us the intel, then we'll talk.
  465. [19:13:13] <JIMMYYYY> .. Gotcha. *Beat.* Sh-Should I leave?
  466. [19:13:17] <Hoxton> *A chuckle at that declaration and he downs his beer in a hearty sip.*
  467. [19:14:05] <CrewChief> *Dallas spreads his hands.* Does this look like a fuckin' clubhouse to you?
  468. [19:14:23] <CrewChief> *It does, but shh.*
  469. [19:14:23] <Sydney> *Sydney chuckles.*
  470. [19:14:57] <JIMMYYYY> *Jimmy takes that, getting up and walking out.* Gimme a couple hours. *With that, he shuts the door.*
  471. [19:15:03] <JIMMYYYY> ((... fuck, wolf exists
  472. [19:15:16] <CrewChief> ((Oh God, Wolf's been doing the Chains thing of spacing out.))
  473. [19:15:48] <Sydney> ((Or calming Muffin down))
  474. [19:15:48] <CrewChief> *Dallas lets out a breath, getting up to lock the door behind him. Triple-locked for good measure.*
  475. [19:16:21] <Hoxton> *Hox stands up, cursing under his breath and vigoriously rubbing his face.* Any of ya got a smoke?
  476. [19:16:45] <CrewChief> *Dallas offers his pack without a word.*
  477. [19:17:02] <CrewChief> ((>:C I hate that Dallas feels sorry for Jimmy.))
  478. [19:17:04] <CrewChief> ((Ugh!))
  479. [19:17:13] <JIMMYYYY> *Meanwhile, back in his van, Jimmy's sorting through piles and piles of papers. Most of it relating to the mission, some of it not. A few news printouts. A c
  480. [19:17:37] <JIMMYYYY> ouple sentimentals. He's thrown all of it into a plastic bag. Style.*
  481. [19:18:55] <Hoxton> *Hox fishes one out for himself.* Cheers. Jesus christ, this ....happened yeah? Fucking cyborgs and clones and fucking world wars. *He sounds more shaken than he'd like to admit, lighting his smoke and heading towards one of the grimy windows.*
  482. [19:19:19] <Sydney> You know, this is exactly like a dream I had once.
  483. [19:19:49] <CrewChief> *Surprised look from Dallas.* Oh yeah?
  484. [19:20:40] <Sydney> Yeah. It was pretty goddamn weird. *She does not offer further clarification.*
  485. [19:21:07] <CrewChief> *Fair enough. Dallas says* Murkywater--that I could see happening. But Russia?
  486. [19:21:54] <Sydney> At least the Feds won't be breathin' down our necks over there.
  487. [19:21:56] <Hoxton> *Hox is smoking quietly, smoke curling in faint whisps towards the ceiling. Probably listening.*
  488. [19:22:00] <Sydney> We could really cut loose.
  489. [19:22:20] <Sydney> ((Brb))
  490. [19:24:10] <JIMMYYYY> ((tiimeskip? :D))
  491. [19:24:55] <CrewChief> ((Sounds good!))
  492. [19:25:29] <Hoxton> ((Just pretend Hox was pretty mindfucked all night D8))
  493. [19:26:27] <JIMMYYYY> *It's about 1 AM when the gang hears a loud banging at the door.* OY! OY IT'S ME! LEMME IN!
  494. [19:26:28] * Sydney has quit (Ping timeout: 121 seconds)
  495. [19:26:45] * SydVicious (igloo@irc-n2c.svf.vjt2rq.IP) has joined
  496. [19:27:09] * SydVicious has quit (Quit: Igloo IRC: https://iglooirc.com)
  497. [19:27:12] * SydVicious (igloo@irc-n2c.svf.vjt2rq.IP) has joined
  498. [19:27:19] <JIMMYYYY> JIMMYYYY 18:26:24*It's about 1 AM when the gang hears a loud banging at the door.* OY! OY IT'S ME! LEMME IN!
  499. [19:27:24] <JIMMYYYY> ((i gotcha uwu))
  500. [19:27:48] <SydVicious> ((Could I get a repost? Swapped to mobile))
  501. [19:29:58] <CrewChief> *Dallas jolts up from the couch, stalking over to the door. Opens it.* Fuck's sake, keep it down. You're gonna wake the whole neighborhood.
  502. [19:30:15] <CrewChief> *Yeah, he's just been sitting there tensely waiting for the other shoe to drop.*
  503. [19:30:54] <Hoxton> *Hox jumps up as well, gun in his hand* Fuckin....*He lowers the gun again.*
  504. [19:31:12] <SydVicious> *Sydney mutters* At least he?s knocking this time. *She rolls her eyes.*
  505. [19:32:25] <JIMMYYYY> *Jimmy has: 3 cardboard boxes and a plastic gas station bag.*
  506. [19:32:59] <CrewChief> *Carrying: nothing, and Dallas doesn't offer to help, just stepping out of the way to let him in.*
  507. [19:33:36] <SydVicious> *Sydney?s too suspicious of what?s in those boxes to offer to help.*
  508. [19:33:50] <JIMMYYYY> *He manages, somehow, dropping the stuff onto the floor.* Alright, alright, here's- everything.
  509. [19:34:50] <SydVicious> Let?s take a look then, yeah?
  510. [19:34:57] <CrewChief> *Looking baffled at the sheer volume, Dallas crouches by one of the boxes, opening it up. Organized files, or chaotic mess?*
  511. [19:35:14] <Hoxton> *Hox runs a hand through his short hair.* Well. We can work with that huh.
  512. [19:36:18] <JIMMYYYY> *Chaotic as FUCK. Pictures, transcripts, blueprints- there's so fucking much and none of it is organized.*
  513. [19:36:20] <JIMMYYYY> ((brb!
  514. [19:37:16] <SydVicious> ...I?m gonna make some coffee. I think this might take a while.
  515. [19:37:44] <CrewChief> *Dallas starts gingerly sifting through the massive stockpile of intel.* Good thinking. Make it strong, huh?
  516. [19:39:03] <SydVicious> *Sydney makes a dismissive noise, insulted by the implication there was any other way she made coffee*
  517. [19:39:39] <Hoxton> Christ. *Hox kneels down, starting to sift through the intel as well.* Granted....better than nothin huh?
  518. [19:40:58] <SydVicious> ((It?s a mix of day one and day two stuff, right?))
  519.  
  520. [19:39:39] <Hoxton> Christ. *Hox kneels down, starting to sift through the intel as well.* Granted....better than nothin huh?
  521. [19:40:58] <SydVicious> ((It?s a mix of day one and day two stuff, right?))
  522. [19:45:00] <JIMMYYYY> ((yup!
  523. [19:45:06] <JIMMYYYY> ((also im back uwuwu
  524. [19:45:14] <CrewChief> ((Welcome back!))
  525. [19:45:40] <JIMMYYYY> So, uhh.. didn't have time to organize it, sorry.
  526. [19:45:57] <SydVicious> *Sydney focuses on the intel about the russian base, handing off any murky intel to the others.*
  527. [19:46:30] <SydVicious> ((She?s going to have so much fun on day 2))
  528. [19:46:44] <CrewChief> *Dallas looks a little daunted, but he enlists Jimmy's help to make sense of the data. Trying to get a clear picture of the Murky facility.*
  529. [19:47:48] <JIMMYYYY> *Jimmy does, this he speaks... uncharacteristically scientifically. He really cares about this, it seems.*
  530. [19:48:34] <CrewChief> ((I like how enthusiastic Sydney is about Russia. Dallas is dreading it.))
  531. [19:49:28] <SydVicious> ((She gets to use her new toys! Without worrying about a police crackdown!))
  532. [19:50:35] <CrewChief> *While they work, Dallas tries sussing out a little more information about Jimmy's creator. Whether he developed the tech used to make all these Jimmies, what the original purpose was before Akan appropriated it for his army.*
  533. [19:52:26] <SydVicious> ((Hmm. Had a random thought. How many people have your characters killed?
  534. [19:52:44] <CrewChief> ((Cops, or real people?))
  535. [19:52:59] <SydVicious> ((Either))
  536. [19:53:10] <JIMMYYYY> *More or less, he gets the following: Jimmy's creator is quadriplegic, the purpose of him and his counterparts, more or less, was to act as the bodies the creator couldn't have.*
  537. [19:53:13] <CrewChief> ((Good question. Warrants some serious thought. :D))
  538. [19:53:53] <JIMMYYYY> ((Jimmy it's only like a half-dozen. Wolf it's a number large enough that they haunt his nightmares.))
  539. [19:55:17] <CrewChief> *Dallas sifts through some photos, says* He must've known it was only a matter of time before the military came knocking. Or people like this Akan. I'm guessing he offered to buy the tech, but your creator said no.
  540. [19:55:25] <CrewChief> ((Oh, Wolf. :C))
  541. [19:55:58] <SydVicious> ((I?m thinking Sydney?s kill count is in the low 20s range. 6 guards at the armored car thing, I?m estimating 5 at Harvest and Trustee, 2 at the diamond shop))
  542. [19:56:07] <JIMMYYYY> .... That's what happened, I think, yeah.
  543. [19:56:34] <SydVicious> ((Brb))
  544. [19:58:00] <CrewChief> ((Damn, she's just getting started, then.))
  545. [19:59:36] <Hoxton> In the wrong hands, this might be really, really bad. Yeah. Can't blame ya creator. Tough luck not bein able to move on yer own.
  546. [20:00:22] <JIMMYYYY> .. Yeah. Yeah, it.. it sucks.
  547. [20:00:26] <CrewChief> *to Jimmy* Any idea where he might be?
  548. [20:01:01] <SydVicious> ((Her New Years resolution is to hit 100))
  549. [20:01:12] <SydVicious> ((Lol))
  550. [20:01:27] <CrewChief> ((Russia's definitely gonna push up that count. And the Boombox.))
  551. [20:01:45] <SydVicious> ((Hell yeah it is :P))
  552. [20:02:55] <JIMMYYYY> .. I got a few ideas. Focused on this first, though. Hopefully we'll get on the news, I'll catch his attention. He'll- remember I exist. *His usual tone drops a bit at that last part, before immediately returning.* So, how long's it gonna take your little Bain to okay this?
  553. [20:03:22] <SydVicious> ((Awwww jimmy))
  554. [20:04:59] <CrewChief> *Now this gets Dallas wondering if, come payday, this Jimmy character's just gonna empty out his pockets and hand them each a third of a dollar and a piece of fluffy lint.* You let us worry about that. Help me get this stuff sorted.
  555. [20:05:31] <CrewChief> ((Dallas: Shit, his creator's cut him off from his allowance, looks like. >:I))
  556. [20:06:21] <JIMMYYYY> .. Alright, gotcha. *He looks back down, scanning back over the files. Re-remembering what's what.*
  557. [20:06:22] <SydVicious> ((He gets inducted into the gang to pay off his debt))
  558. [20:06:28] <CrewChief> ((YES.))
  559. [20:06:38] <CrewChief> ((Gonna be watchin' him like a hawk.))
  560. [20:06:46] <Hoxton> ((Pay off his debt in coke.))
  561. [20:06:56] <SydVicious> ((Lol))
  562. [20:07:24] <CrewChief> ((You can be our loot slave, Jimmy. Help us ferry bags in stealth.))
  563. [20:07:30] <Hoxton> ((Put the black mark on him. Time's up, Jimmy Sparrow.))
  564. [20:09:34] <SydVicious> ((The two characters are just about as sober))
  565. [20:09:53] <Hoxton> ((HAHAHA YES.))
  566. [20:10:05] <CrewChief> ((Oh no, now all I can see is Jimmy doing the Sparrow wobble.))
  567. [20:10:07] <CrewChief> ((Beautiful.))
  568. [20:10:29] <Hoxton> ((Finger wiggles, me mateys.))
  569. [20:10:30] <SydVicious> ((Omg the speech tho
  570. [20:10:38] <CrewChief> ((I think I'll call it a night here. Not at my best anymore, writing-wise. Thanks for running this, Wolf! :D Really liking Jimmy so far!))
  571. [20:11:10] <Hoxton> ((Hah I was about to duck out as well. Weird headache coming up :I))
  572. [20:11:19] <SydVicious> ((Jimmy jumps on top of the escape van, yells to the cops, ?you will always remember this as the day you almost caught captain jimmy sparrow))
  573. [20:11:20] <CrewChief> ((Jimmy's enthusiasm for his shitty duct tape mask makes Dallas rather sad. Keep at it, kid!))
  574. [20:11:28] <JIMMYYYY> (((alright!! gn :D))
  575. [20:11:32] <SydVicious> ((And good timing for me too))
  576. [20:11:33] <CrewChief> ((--and proceeds to topple off as Twitch hits the gas?))
  577. [20:11:43] <SydVicious> ((Yessss
  578. [20:11:48] <CrewChief> ((GG, guys! Thanks for the laughs, Wolf! :D))
  579. [20:11:54] <CrewChief> ((And have a good night, everybody!))
  580. [20:11:58] <Hoxton> ((GG!))
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