[oom] scab labor

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Time's passed slowly outside their door, enough so that where it was evening when they left, it's now morning. Crowds of rebels are moving furtively from the dormitories to the war room, and there's the low rumbling of excited gossip. Adrian might not care for some of the babble, though--news of Freeman's successful shutdown of the City 17 Citadel

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[remindmeof_me]

"As I'm ever gonna be," says Shephard, who's doing his best to ignore just who opened up their opportunity and concentrate on the fact that said opportunity is open. "You?"

[subject_lj_here]

"Same," she says, and then hefts her pistol; her portal gun's back in the makeshift holster on her back before following the rebels.

[remindmeof_me]

There's a pretty fair number of rebels gathered already when they arrive, and more coming in behind them. It's going to get packed in here pretty quickly. Up at the front of the room, Hutchence has a geriatric overhead projector displaying a map of the Scab- or, rather, a map of Pittsburgh with a number of annotations and corrections. He's waiting for all the others to come in before he proceeds any further.

[subject_lj_here]

Sadly, it's probably about the quality and age of projector they had back at Aperture Science.

Chell's quiet, looking over the map and committing it to memory just in case. It's good to know that no matter what else happens, she's certainly not going to get lose now.