Group 2 Spam

[mrs_persson]

Who: Sam Tyler, Una Persson, O'Brien, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner.
What: As with Group 1, venturing out and looking for people. At some point, O'Brien is going to scarper and Una's running off after him. Sorry, guys. Um, good luck

Comments

[mrs_persson]

[The "guns" comment, predictable as it was, earned little more than an eyeroll.]

Well, we do look suitably shabby. [She'd worn her most weatherbeaten fatigues for the purpose.] Should we split into two groups, perhaps? Two and three? Then agree to meet at a specified time. We should probably start by investigating any place where people are likely to gather-bars and so on.

[easy_aspie]

[Ned was dressed entirely inappropriately for the trek, in his usual dark slacks, white button down, black tie, and black suit jacket - the jacket had been thrown over his shoulder, the tie loosened, and the collar and cuffs of the shirt undone, but it was still not the best outfitting for the wasteland he had found himself in with the others.

At Una's comment, he looked down at himself. One hand gravitated towards the back of his head in a display of self-consciousness, and he slouched down further, as if trying to make himself invisible.]

We should probably, too, we should probably try to find out if any of our people have gotten grabbed up yet. There's no telling what h-he might do to them, given... well, the circumstances.

[mrs_persson]

[Una bent down and picked up a flyer blowing by her feet.] Oh look. They're on to us. [This said very, very dryly. The paper was a bit of official propaganda warning the citizenry to be on the lookout for Barge residents, apprehend them on sight, et cetera.]

[victimofnoone]

Well, yeah. What did you expect?

[Hayley, as unhelpful as O'Brien but significantly more enthused, loitered at the back. Her attentions shifted mainly between Bruce and Ned, the two men she actually knew. She wasn't much better than Ned in skinny jeans, converse, and a green t-shirt, but at least she had had the sense to wear Sam's old hunting jacket that drowned her t-shirt anyway rather than her usual red ensemble. Merlin's bracelet, which might come in handy, was hidden beneath the sleeve's length.]

[easy_aspie]

What, what - oh.

[Ned made a sound that would have been a 'gah', had it been allowed to make its entire way out of his mouth. Looking over at the poster, he blanched slightly, then looked over at Haley, apprehension spread across his face. He's quailing.]

So, we're... wanted fugitives. Great. Splendid. This is gonna be awesome.

[He looks out at the wasteland, and seeming to gather himself, says] Well. We should go, yeah, we should head out.