WONK: the Chaos Reigns Players

[Diamondback]

*examines bamboo-shoot* Have you ever had one of these wedged under a nail? It hurts, let me tell you that for certain...

 

[MrNewportCustom]

I work with wood flooring. Yes!

Why am I being interrogated? You're the one invited me here!


Lee
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Not torture-proof.

 

[Diamondback]

I recall no such thing. *puts bamboo-shoot away*

Anyway, you're here to evaluate your potential as my assistant on armaments and logistics for this exercise. So far, I'm not liking what I see--you've been trucked to an unknown location, where God-knows-what-and-most-don't-want-to awaits, and you didn't even bother to bring a weapon? What kind of "operative" do you think you are?

But that's OK, we'll train you. By the time you complete your training course, you will know more about inserting people and cargo into "denied territory" than most would imagine possible. And if you don't cut it? You won't get a free ticket home. You'll be sent out anyway, and probably won't come back.

Welcome to the Dead Dozen, Mr. "NewportCustom"...

NOW DROP AND GIVE ME 100, BECAUSE THE MORE YOU HATE ME THE MORE YOU WILL LEARN!

 

[MrNewportCustom]

I recall no such thing. *puts bamboo-shoot away*

Anyway, you're here to evaluate your potential as my assistant on armaments and logistics for this exercise. So far, I'm not liking what I see--you've been trucked to an unknown location, where God-knows-what-and-most-don't-want-to awaits, and you didn't even bother to bring a weapon? What kind of "operative" do you think you are?

But that's OK, we'll train you. By the time you complete your training course, you will know more about inserting people and cargo into "denied territory" than most would imagine possible. And if you don't cut it? You won't get a free ticket home. You'll be sent out anyway, and probably won't come back.

Welcome to the Dead Dozen, Mr. "NewportCustom"...

NOW DROP AND GIVE ME 100, BECAUSE THE MORE YOU HATE ME THE MORE YOU WILL LEARN!

One, two, three . . . ninetynineonehundred!

Operative? I'm a civilian. Insert? Denied territory? Dead Dozen? I only came in to get my parking validated. You do validate, right?


Lee

 

[MrNewportCustom]

Lord, forgive them, for they know not what they are doing.

dean

Boy! You nailed that one, Brother!


Lee
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At a loss.

 

[carter]

(Carter wanders into the ready room munching on a scone...)

Hmmm...now where is everyone? We need reports from Dash and DT. Has anyone sighted Monsieur Marc Chevalier or is he still searching for his cabooses? What news of zaika? Where is DB? And Milo? Has anyone enlisted the aid of our Aussie friend? Such a lot of loose ends...hmmm...

Well, I suppose I'll dither about a bit and see who turns up.

 

[zaika]

*out of breath* okay i'm here! what's going on?? my russian has made it impossible for me to understand everyone. he's being such a durak, albiet a lovely one.

*ahem*

i still don't know the code.

 

[Diamondback]

*Carter's office phone rings*
"Diamondback. New guy isn't hacking it. Completely unsuitable for clandestine operations. Recommend transfer to group motor-pool. Out."
*click*

 

[zaika]

i need some spy work. something scary and slavic.

 

[zaika]

*Carter's office phone rings*
"Diamondback. New guy isn't hacking it. Completely unsuitable for clandestine operations. Recommend transfer to group motor-pool. Out."
*click*

*gasp* are you talking about me? awww... lol

 

[carter]

(carter is madly attempting to answer telephone, wireless, his mother, etc.)

DB, MNC will be tiptop I'm certain. Not to worry Old Chap.

zaika, The code is: "Frogs for dinner?"
answer: "I much prefer snails."
answer: "Escargot."
Then off you go. Have you been contacted by Dash?

 

[carter]

No, he's talking about his new subaltern. Has Dash located you in the house you inhabit in that marsh? Have you been to the fruit stand?

 

[zaika]

(carter is madly attempting to answer telephone, wireless, his mother, etc.)

DB, MNC will be tiptop I'm certain. Not to worry Old Chap.

zaika, The code is: "Frogs for dinner?"
answer: "I much prefer snails."
answer: "Escargot."
Then off you go. Have you been contacted by Dash?

alrighty. no, Dash hasn't contacted me. i'm lost, though.

 

[MrNewportCustom]

alrighty. no, Dash hasn't contacted me. i'm lost, though.

It's okay, Zaika! We're all lost. (Some more than others. I'm having trouble finding my way out the door of DB's fortress.)


Lee

 

[carter]

(pulling what little hair he has left out..)

zaika, I fail to see how you can be lost since it was your decision to live in a marsh. "Safety" was, I believe, your line of reasoning. A great deal of splashing about in my mind.
Nevertheless, Dash was to have rendevoused with you at the fruit stand a week ago. You are to attempt to locate two, I repeat two, missing cabooses.

Out.

 

[zaika]

(pulling what little hair he has left out..)

zaika, I fail to see how you can be lost since it was your decision to live in a marsh. "Safety" was, I believe, your line of reasoning. A great deal of splashing about in my mind.
Nevertheless, Dash was to have rendevoused with you at the fruit stand a week ago. You are to attempt to locate two, I repeat two, missing cabooses.

Out.

WELL! that should just go to show you how GOOD i am. yes. i am SO GOOD at what i do that i get lost on my own property!!
ahem. well, i will admit that i got distracted by the fruit. i must have missed dash. i did get the merchant to sell me twenty pounds of apples for ten cents a pound! i smell applesauce in the near future!
okay. cabooses...am looking for them...NOW.

 

[carter]

Zaika, Secondary rendevous, if all else fails, is the Olde Corset Shop, in Le Harve. Proprietor is one of ours. Deep cover. Identify as Inseam, repeat, Inseam.

Out.

Where is DB? How are we to mount a rescue and retrieval without armament and transport? I wonder if he has managed to misplace his boots again.

Milo? Hello,....Miloooo...

 

[MrNewportCustom]

I found a couple cabooses, once. Up in the mountains. Followed the tracks. Then I picked them out of the herd and stalked them, much the same way I do a Chistmas tree. I took two shots at each. It was like shooting the side of a barn. I missed with every shot. Those two sets of antlers would have made for a real prize in my trophy room, right between the jackalope head and the stuffed hamster. Let me know when you find those cabooses, Zaika. I'd like to try again.


Lee

 

[Diamondback]

*casually strolls into ready-room*

Carter, when I say "unsuited", I mean completely. He'd be more use fixing your car than in S&L or the armory. I mentioned the cost of washout on my training process and it didn't even faze him. I made him drop and give me 100 and afterward he went right back to whining about "why" and "I just wanted to get my parking validated."

He just doesn't have the mind for surreptitious activities, and it's not something I can give him.

Poor guy, I feel sorry for him, as far in over his head as he is. Zaika, you seem to "get it"--Carter, is there any way we can switch-out the two of 'em? I think she'd make a good "Tatiana Romanova" to my "Commander Bond"...

 

[carter]

MNC, You are acting Armanents and Logistics in the absence of DB. Have you located and staged all items requested by DT?
I continue to be most concerned regarding our uniforms and the status of the cavalry.
Are you aware of any success by DT in locating and securing assistance from Bardot and Vadim?
Have you brought Milo?