[Bob is the quietest, most studious child you come across. He's unfailingly polite, decent to everyone and fiercely protective to those who need it. He's also the kid who gets into fights whether or not he loses and he's small enough that he loses most of them ( Read more... )

As we're here, [He sounds weary.] go on and enjoy yourself. I won't be coming, so give me a call if you find yourself in trouble.

[Bob is in his usual get-up, Mountie uniform under a coat.] We need to make sure the civilians are out of the line of fire. Anyone not going to be on the offensive, talk to your nearby officers and ask if there are any shelters. Stay in pairs or threes and if you get lost or under attack, keep your communicator on, so that others can find you ( Read more... )

Well, I certainly got the most out of the environment we ended up in, though it wasn't Canada, unfortunately. Next time, perhaps.

[Puzzled.] Sergeant, were you Canadian?

[If you come across Robert, you'll find him polite, calm and helpful. You'll also find him looking longingly at the woods. He's finding the whole thing rather underwhelming. Heaven knows why his parents decided to send him here ( Read more... )

Well, I obviously can't speak for those on the, uh, bottom of the foodchain, but I rather enjoyed myself! Opening doors was quite the achievement, when you're a dog. Half wolf.

Almost a shame it had to end, but I certainly appreciated the break from the harsher realities of this place.

Everyone make it through all right?

[Bob is not entirely sure that people can understand him, so he plays it safe. He activates the video and tenderly using his paws he types:] BOB

[Then sits and wags his tail.]

He's basically Diefenbaker, so humans can't understand him, but Trip would, whatever form he's in.

[Private to Trip]

If it's all right with you, I'd like to remain onboard. What with the plague, I'm not sure I'm in the mood for a day out. You should feel free, if you'd like.

[Private to the infirmary]

I'm ill. A hard cough, temperature and... [
he must be sick, he's starting to trail off.] Well, given the murmurings I'd better report in.

[OOC: He's gotten the plague off Armand, unfortunately. He's been treating the cough with herbal remedies but at this point he's found it impossible to ignore.]

[The people on the fifth floor may have noticed that number eight has been busier than normal. But even if they hadn't noticed that, they might have noticed the not insignificant plume of black smoke which turned into white. No, no one has elected a new pope, there is now a home made sauna sweatlodge in Bob's cabin ( Read more... )