He raised his head from his bunk and looked around in the dark cabin. Amidst light snores from his cabin mates, he heard a slight chittering sound, like that of an flying insect flicking off a wall.
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Job. (the tortured one)
Øyvind Raknes
Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 3:38 am
by Job
Anatomist wrote:Øyvind sits on the bed edge thinking what awaken him, a bug? it has to be squeezed to death so he could sleep in peace. He fumbles to turn on the lamp holding it in one hand and a rolled newspaper in the other.
Spoiler:
Spot (1d20 6=19)
Another Odd Noise...
Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 3:40 am
by Job
Anatomist wrote:Øyvind sits on the bed edge thinking what awaken him, a bug? it has to be squeezed to death so he could sleep in peace. He fumbles to turn on the lamp holding it in one hand and a rolled newspaper in the other.
Spoiler:
Spot (1d20 6=19)
Øyvind climbed from his bunk to turn on the lamp and then grabbed the newspaper from atop the cabin's small desk. In the dim light, he didn't see any insect. His room mates remained asleep.
Listening intently, Øyvind then heard a faint tapping noise from beyond the closed cabin door.
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Job. (the tortured one)
Øyvind's Raknes
Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 3:42 am
by Job
Anatomist wrote:Øyvind leaves the lamp at the floor near the door and open it slowly to not spook the bug.
Spoiler:
Spot (1d20+6=21)
What?
Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 3:45 am
by Job
Anatomist wrote:Øyvind leaves the lamp at the floor near the door and open it slowly to not spook the bug.
The door creaked as Øyvind slowly opened it and peered out into the Ship's Mess. The room was dimly lit by a single lamp in the center of large room's ceiling and the far corners were cloaked in shadow. The doors to all other cabins were closed.
Beyond Øyvind's cabin, all appeared still. He could feel the thrum of the ship's engines through the flooring as well as he could hear them. Just as Øyvind crept from his room, he thought that he heard a slight rustle--or was it a whisper?--from the dark passageway to his right.
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Job. (the tortured one)
Øyvind Raknes
Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 3:48 am
by Job
Anatomist wrote:This must be the biggest bug ive ever seen... maybe its a .... Whispers? what in all hell is this? maybe a sabouteour...
Øyvind snaps back from the door opening and pick up his gun and pants and follow the sound from his right.
Re: CHAPTER 5a: IC - Øyvind's experience
Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 3:50 am
by Job
Anatomist wrote:This must be the biggest bug ive ever seen... maybe its a .... Whispers? what in all hell is this? maybe a sabouteour...
Øyvind snaps back from the door opening and pick up his gun and pants and follow the sound from his right.
Øyvind crept up and stopped at the open hatch, examining the darkened hallways. Øyvind could only see a few meters into the shadowed passages, but he knew that the hallway to the left led past the engine room catwalk to the officer's cabins while the other led straight ahead past the crew showers and an exit to the main deck. He could see vague outlines of the first set doors in each passageway, but noticed nothing moving.
A thought occured to Øyvind as he steadied himself with one hand on the metal hatch opening, "Why are the safety lights off? Aren't they always lit?"
Øyvind then heard a faint scratching from straight ahead, possibly near the showers.
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Job. (the tortured one)
Øyvind
Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 3:54 am
by Job
Anatomist wrote:What is this, lights off, sound in the night? This smells badly. Better to be quiet and scream for help at first sing of trouble.
Øyvind sketches his simple plan as he carefully peeks towards the officer hall and move towards the doors looking at them making sure the officers arent in any trouble, then he moves silently towards the main deck, lamp and gun in hand tossing the rolled newspaper.
Spoiler:
move silently, spot (1d20+6=24, 1d20+6=17)
Re: CHAPTER 5a: IC - Øyvind's experience
Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 3:55 am
by Job
Anatomist wrote:What is this, lights off, sound in the night? This smells badly. Better to be quiet and scream for help at first sing of trouble.
Øyvind sketches his simple plan as he carefully peeks towards the officer hall and move towards the doors looking at them making sure the officers arent in any trouble, then he moves silently towards the main deck, lamp and gun in hand tossing the rolled newspaper.
As Øyvind exits the crew's mess and begins to slowly creep down the hallway, he notices that his lamp doesn't seem to be throwing much light. He can barely peer five feet into the darkness, and as he approaches the door to the water closet on his right, he looks back over his shoulder, behind him, to see nothing but impenetrable shadow.
He senses the slow rise of the ship's bow over a swell of the ocean, and hears it's long, low groan below.
Directly ahead on his right is the closed wooden door to the toilet area. There's a steady drip - drip - drip from within. Øyvind knows that the showers and officer's quarters are further down the hall.
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Job. (the tortured one)
Re: CHAPTER 5a: IC - Øyvind's experience
Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 7:38 am
by Anatomist
Øyvind tries to move as silent as he can up towards the showers an the sounds. He ignores the dripping from the WC. This darkens is so unnatural.. Is is there anything burning? He peeks to the left and ahead, moving, stopping, listening and then peeking again. Øyvind is worried and will move carefully.
Anatomist wrote:Øyvind tries to move as silent as he can up towards the showers an the sounds. He ignores the dripping from the WC. This darkens is so unnatural.. Is there anything burning? He peeks to the left and ahead, moving, stopping, listening and then peeking again. Øyvind is worried and will move carefully.
He crept slowly down the hallway, making nary a sound, passing the door of the water closet on his right. Ahead is a black hallway.
Then, close behind him, Øyvind perceives a muffled "click, click", possibly from the closed door of the toilet area.
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Job. (the tortured one)
Re: CHAPTER 5a: IC - Øyvind's experience
Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 11:35 pm
by Anatomist
Øyvind stops puts down his lamp, gun at the ready open the door to the WC.
Øyvind slowly opens the door with a slight creaking to view the small room, his lamp throwing heavy shadows onto the far wall. A pair of sinks is set into the left wall and, along the other, a pair of Johnnies sit, separated by a wooden partition. A sink faucet is dripping into a small pool of water contained within. A single electric bulb, unlit, is ensconced within a small cage in the ceiling. The far toilet area is hidden from view by its partition.
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Job. (the tortured one)
Re: CHAPTER 5a: IC - Øyvind's experience
Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 11:15 pm
by Anatomist
Øyvind picks up the lamp moving inside the room checking it out .
Re: CHAPTER 5a: IC - Øyvind's experience
Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 12:35 am
by Job
Anatomist wrote:Øyvind picks up the lamp moving inside the room checking it out .
Proceeding slowly into the room, you spot movement through a window on your left! It's someone with a pistol, turning towards you!
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Job. (the tortured one)
Re: CHAPTER 5a: IC - Øyvind's experience
Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 8:36 am
by Anatomist
Hva faen! Øyvind lifts his gun firing at the man and fails terribly.
ooc,even st point blank, beeing shooters chance double Øyvind misses. Øyvind DEX is 15 and i asume that the man is closer then 15 feet 5mt). Anyways he fails. Also the .45 gun fires 1 round each round so i get just one shoot.
Translate,What the f.u.ck!
Re: CHAPTER 5a: IC - Øyvind's experience
Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 12:07 am
by Job
Anatomist wrote:Hva faen! Øyvind lifts his gun firing at the man and fails terribly.
ooc,even st point blank, beeing shooters chance double Øyvind misses. Øyvind DEX is 15 and i asume that the man is closer then 15 feet 5mt). Anyways he fails. Also the .45 gun fires 1 round each round so i get just one shoot.
BLAM! The deafening report of the pistol caused Øyvind to jerk as as he saw the assailant distort and ripple from the shot. Øyvind's heart was racing! He then recognized the assailant as himself in the metal mirror that was affixed the wall. A neat half-inch black bullet-hole disfigured the surface of the mirror, a full six inches to the right of the image of your own head.
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Job. (the tortured one)
Re: CHAP 5a: IC - Øyvind's experience
Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 11:39 am
by Anatomist
'What a terrible terrible shooter i am" Øyvind mutters that might have been the end for me, missing like that
Knowing his sneaking will no longer do any good. He will quickly check out the room, his revolver in hand, go back to the hallways and listen carefully if he can hear any runnning or noise that could trow light on the sounds he was hearing.
Anatomist wrote:Knowing his sneaking will no longer do any good. He will quickly check out the room, his revolver in hand, go back to the hallways and listen carefully if he can hear any runnning or noise that could trow light on the sounds he was hearing.
Øyvind's ears are ringing from the loud gunshot. Moving to the far end of the latrine, easing past the wooden partition and into the shadows, his pistol shaking noticeably in his hand, Øyvind finds nothing unusual, just the toilet squatting on the floor with its water tank and pull-chain high up on the wall. No toilet paper; nothing out of the ordinary.
Øyvind turns to exit the washroom; the door seems very far away. He moves to exit the room, passing the washbasins and now-marred mirror, and...
...what was that? Something in the mirror.
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Job (the tortured one).
Re: CHAP 5a: IC - Øyvind's experience
Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 5:24 pm
by Anatomist
Øyvind walks towards the iamge of himself, trying to make some sense of what he saw.
