Ready or not, there's work to be done, and whatever state subbasement 4A is in, Liz Sherman, Abe Sapien, Henry Sherman-Townshend, and St. John Allerdyce are the lucky souls charged with restoring it to semi-working order. Liz, less than thrilled, leads the way, trying out a number of codes harvested from scraps of paper scattered around the ( Read more... )

If not for a piece of red tape slapped on the wall, you would've had a hard time figuring out exactly where you were supposed to be going. Some agent or technician cleaning up around here must've had a hell of a sharp eye. With the location marked, though, you can see what caught their attention. The concrete wall here is just a few shades ( Read more... )

Click, click. Channel 2.

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(( Liz Sherman and Roger are in possession of short-range walkie-talkies. This post is open only to them, or whoever they should find it necessary to hand the radio off to. ))

(( Whut up! First post, testing testing, blah blah blah, Heil Lord Boogieman.

P.S. If my Interests are lacking in some specific fashion, speak and I shall devour your brain last listen. ))