Into the Black, Part II: Game On

[bring_a_sponge]

The questions eventually die down. Everyone has what they need. Zed can still see the Door.

It's Time.

Zed leads the group across the Bar and puts a hand on the Door as he turns to look at them. When he gets their collective nod, he drops his hand down to the door knob and waits as they take defensive positions.

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Re: Gearing up

[gammagammahey.livejournal.com]

Jen salutes.

"What's the range on these? And how much kablowy?"

She considers for a moment, because after hearing about the vector of infection, maybe grabbing hold of Black Oil and throttling it with bare hands isn't a good idea.

"Gloves. I need arm protection. I'll be the one doing the most up close and personal socializing with the ooze, I think."

Re: Gearing up

[bring_a_sponge]

"Good point."

Zed steps over to another cabinet and opens it to reveal shelves of clothing, including one devoted to gloves and other kinds of hand protection, from latex to opera-style.

Huh, everything is black. What a shocker.

Gesturing to Jen to help herself, Zed replies, "The grenades are standard range, but with an enhanced percussive effect. Ought to give the Oil a hell of a shock and better than average against inanimate objects."

Re: Gearing up

[gammagammahey.livejournal.com]

"I feel like I'm guest starring in the Guns of Navarrone." Jen looks over the gloves and selects a large pair, made of some thick fiber, man-sized, and tries them on. They manage to get up to her elbows, which will have to do. She flexes her hands, and then slings the bag of grenades over her shoulder.

"I'm set."