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Thirty Four - Maintain the Right
[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... ) -
Thirty Three - Duty Calls
[Bob has his communicator set up on his desk and smiles out at you.] Hello, Barge. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Bob Fraser, formerly of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police and also formerly an inmate here [he knows that his son can probably hear that, but he figures it's easier to say it now, than to have to face him and have it come up ( Read more... ) -
A letter is a joy of Earth, it is denied the Gods
Please deliver mail for Sergeant Bob Fraser, Royal Canadian Mounted Police (Deceased) here. Thank you kindly.
Given that he spends a lot of off-Plane time wandering the Territories, a lot of mail will be airlifted in and land somewhere nearby. -
Reality Shifted Application
Player Name: Claire ( Read more... ) -
Thirty Two - Final Entry
[Bob is reading a book in the common room on level five, Liberising the mind: Two Centuries of Liberal Education at Franklin & Marshall College.] -
Thirty One - Piano Music.
What flood causes a piano appear into my room? It's an upright. Well, I suppose if nothing else I can play it. Dedicated to Caroline. [He sits down and gives it a try.] -
Thirty - Concern
[Private to Sergeant Howie]
Sergeant, a word, if I may? It's urgent.
OOC: Crane, he's ratting you out.
