Eric Cartman:
IN THE MEETING SPACE OF THE PHIL COLLINS HOUSE: **Lays out a bunch of Pillows, Blankets, and bowls in a circle. Hums a little tune as he sets up.** Dah dah dah dah dah dah daaah. **Delicately places a spoon at each place, taking small steps around the circle before accidently stepping on the loose end of his robe belt, stumbling.** Fuck! **catches his balance, but drops his selected Ice cream topping on the floor. Nuts.** Aughhhh god damnit, this is already starting off SPLENDEDly. **kneels down, grumbling as he proceeds to pick up each almond.**
Gregory Langsdale:
*Walks through the door just in time to catch a nice glimpse of Cartman's butt wagging up in the air - covering his eyes appropriately* God. What.
Christophe Delorn:
*trails in behind Gregory, hands shoved in his pocket and absolutely no sort of topping whatsoever* What ze 'ell are you doing, fucker?
Eric Cartman:
**Whips head around, gathering up the last bit of almonds before standing back up, unashamed of his relaxed attire.** So glad of you both to make it! **Walks over and pats Gregory on his head** I know how /busy/ your nights can be. **Chuckles, flips one of his blond locks** Come join me then! You're the first guests to arrive!
Wendy Testaburger:
*walks into Phil Collins house, looking around at the mess. She smirks* This looks like a fourteen year olds slumber party.
Christophe Delorn:
*nearly growls, glaring daggers at Cartman and clenching his hands into fists*
Eric Cartman:
**Retracts his hand from Gregory's hair and snaps at Wendy** Ay! I didn't have much to work with at fucking Gomez Mart! It was this or the "One Direction" themed slumber party and I HATE those little posers. **Pops an almond into his mouth. Offers her some.** Care for some nuts?
Gregory Langsdale:
*Smacks Cartman's hand away with the back of his knuckles for good measure* Don't touch me. What sort of fantastic 'plans' are you intending to put in motion this evening?
Christophe Delorn:
*grabs Gregory's wrist and hauls him as far away from Cartman as possible while still remaining in conversational distance*
Wendy Testaburger:
*Wendy tries to hide her grin* I'll pass on your nuts. *She nods to Gregory and Christophe* Hello. How are you all doing?
Eric Cartman:
**Recoils hand even closer to him** Ow! Shit! **Massages knuckles, pouting at blondie before cracking another mischievious Grin** We'll get to the plans, but first things first. **Offers /him/ some nuts.** I'd love to see your... selected 'topping'.
Gregory Langsdale:
Fairly decently. *Calls over his shoulder as he's dragged by, struggling to match Christophe's stride for a moment* And fuck off, Cartman; why the hell would I want any of your damn nuts. I really don't intend on eating any of this inane sugar explosion.
Christophe Delorn:
Put your fucking dick away, Cartman. *turns to Wendy with effort and offers her a forced smile* Everything is fine, oui.
Red Kerrigan:
*Walks in through the doors, dwelling downstairs for a few minutes so she's aware of the house layout from what she can see, and then walks up into the room* Hey. *She sits down crosslegged on a pillow, hands on her chin as she watches everyone*
Wendy Testaburger:
*Wendy smiles to Red, then turns to Cartman* Yes, Eric. What /are/ your plans?
Gregory Langsdale:
Red. Hello. *Nods in her direction*
Eric Cartman:
**Horrified at Christophe's comment, redding as he glances down embarrassingly and realizes that the fucker was just alluding to his ~charm~** Oh, Christophe. *Tisking as he joins Red around the table, grabbing one of the pints of Ice cream and opens it up.** CHRISTOPHE Christophe christophe. **starts serving his guests** This isn't THAT kind of party, but I'm sure I could offer you another kind of 'sugar explosion' later if you're interested /Gregory/. **Takes a bite, smiling into his spoon**
Red Kerrigan:
I don't actually eat ice cream, it's bad for your skin. *Red shoves the bowl towards the center of the table, straight-faced* Just came for the obviously invigorating conversation.
Gregory Langsdale:
*Rolls his eyes and flips his hand around until he has a grip on Christophe's wrist* Cartman, what the actual hell. Nobody here wants to hear your inane nonsense. If you don't have anything constructive to say, of course I would be more than happy to take over for you. *Shoots him a small smirk**
Christophe Delorn:
'I Red. *glares at Cartman before huffing out a sigh, glad that Gregory was at least verbally beating the shit out the fat fucker, since the hand on his wrist prevents any physical confrontation.* Don't mind ze damn conversation, Cartman is just being a fucking cockface.
Wendy Testaburger:
*Rolls her eyes and sits a few pillows away from Red and Cartman* I agree with Gregory. Why have you gathered us all here? I have a lot on my plate right now, so spit it out Cartman.
Eric Cartman:
**Returns Gregory's obnoxious comment with a flat stare. Looking him once over as he downed his next spoonful.** First you try to take over my plans and now you try to take over my meeting. **Turns his nose at him** I was simply trying to get everyone comfortable before we get into the nitty gritty of the subject. **sneers at him** So /forgive/ my hospitality... christ. **Coughs into his hand, turning his attention to Wendy as he straightens out his nightrobe.** A lot on your plate, you say? I guess dealing with Raven full-time can get a little... tedius. **snickers**
Gregory Langsdale:
Oh, for God's sake. I didn't /steal/ your damn plans, Cartman. 'Break into the restricted building' is hardly a novel concept.
Wendy Testaburger:
*Flushes in anger and embarrassment* I don't see how that's your business, but I haven't spoken to him in weeks.
Eric Cartman:
**Snaps his fingers at Gregory, perking a brow at him suspiciously.** Don
Red Kerrigan:
*Sighs audibly as she pulls out a sketchpad and starts doodling a bird on it, waiting for them to get to something that interests her* *mutters* That's productive, let's all kick each other in our sore spots instead of getting anything done...
Kenny McCormick:
*rolls in fashionably late and shit, looking around curiously*
Kenny McCormick:
Yo I heard there was free food?
Red Kerrigan:
*looks up at Kenny* Ugh. You. *Goes back to doodling with a frown*
Eric Cartman:
't play dumb with me. I know you think I can't handle this and I KNOW you're already fixing to take over this thing. **Glances back to Ice Cream.** Weeks huh? So I guess you've been occupying yourself with other /interesting/ things. **taps Spoon to chin** Let me guess, Guard things? Stuff you've clearly been keeping from us. **eyes her wearily** How can we trust you now? **Throws Kenny his own Pint** Sup.
Christophe Delorn:
Kenny, mon ami! *grins and walks over to him, and throws an arm around his shoulders* You can keep Cartman in fucking check for us, hah. Fucking 'ell.
Kenny McCormick:
Yep, me? *catches the pint with one hand before grinning at Christophe* Hahahah I can try.
Gregory Langsdale:
*Sighs* Not that we have any reason to accuse Wendy of anything for utterly no reason, I would be curious as to what sort of guard privileges you have as well. Seeing as it may be helpful.
Red Kerrigan:
*Starts vaguely paying attention when they mention guard duties, looking at Wendy*
Eric Cartman:
**Ignores Christophe's deliberate attempt to rile him up, and then hears Gregory** Ay! I was about to ask that Mission-Stealer! **pouts** just like a brit to take claim something that's CLEALY mine...
Wendy Testaburger:
*Scoffs at Cartman* Yeah, maybe I have been keeping you out of the plans. What's it to you? You haven't exactly been thrilled to have me on the team. *Turns to Gregory* I have access to floors from my chip, and just the fact that I can pretty much go where I please in the building without suspicion is enough privilege to me.
Gregory Langsdale:
*Raises his eyebrows* Really. All of the floors? That would be remarkably useful.
Red Kerrigan:
...have you explored all the floors to test this out?
Eric Cartman:
**Perks up** What do you mean we haven't been thrilled? **takes another bite** Being suspicious of your behavior and your position aside, we'd be THRILLED if you're ACTUALLY on our side and not just a /two-timing skank/. **angrily takes another scoop**
Christophe Delorn:
*pats Kenny on the shoulder and walks back to Gregory* I 'ave talked to Kyle as well, and I think zat 'e will be able to get us in regardless, but it might be better to 'ave an actually traceable code as well.
Gregory Langsdale:
*Nods* Well, the thought was to have two teams regardless - perhaps that's a bit more feasable now.
Wendy Testaburger:
I don't fucking need to be questioned and guilt tripped. I'm out of here. *She gets up angrily and turns to leave*
Kenny McCormick:
Aw, dude, Wendy, ignore his ass for a second. Can you get in to the penthouse shit or not, that's all anybody wants to know.
Wendy Testaburger:
Yeah, I can get in. *crosses her arms over her chest, huffing*
Eric Cartman:
**Chuckles to himself, pleased with the result.** Or do you really have nothing to report and you're just grandstanding. **Shrugs** Can't blame me for being suspicious! Fool me once...
Kenny McCormick:
*rolls his eyes and eats the free ice cream*
Red Kerrigan:
*Reaches up and attempts thwacking Cartman on the back of his head*
Gregory Langsdale:
*Smirks*
Wendy Testaburger:
God, fuck you Cartman. Do you /want/ me to leave? Because I don't need you. Right now, it seems like you need me so shut up about your feelings, tell me the plan, and pass me some fucking ice cream. *Sits down next to Kenny*
Kenny McCormick:
*does indeed pass her the ice cream*
Wendy Testaburger:
Thank you, Kenny. *spoons a large amount into her bowl, and eats still scowling*
Eric Cartman:
AY! **Accidently drops ice cream as he defends himself from Red. Looks absolutely distraught.** I wasn't even done that! **Grits teeth at her, and then reluctantly passes Wendy some of the toppings** We do need you, but only if you're in this 100%. **Shoots her a serious glare** I don't want to get to the end of this only to see you laugh in our faces as some sort of revenge tactic. I know you're perfectly capable of doing this even IF these fuckers trust you. **Smirks** I know you better.
Red Kerrigan:
So can someone explain to me what these 'chips' are?
Wendy Testaburger:
*raises an eyebrow, knowing he's right* I'm in it for the long haul. No more revenge. And I know /you/ better, and you're going to want proof. But you're just going to have to trust me. *winks at him dangerously*
Eric Cartman:
**Smirks back at her.** I guess so. **Reclines into some of the pillows** So why dont you explain to Red what "these chips" are? **shows off his wrist** Actually, have you learned anything new about them? We still haven't been able to remove them, even with Ike's skills.
Kenny McCormick:
*slouches, digging around in his ice cream for cookie bits* Anybody like, try? Cut that shit open and look?
Eric Cartman:
You'd be the only one I'd risk doing that to to be honest...
Kenny McCormick:
*grins*
Red Kerrigan:
So........when people die here don't they revive us?
Wendy Testaburger:
*Wendy holds up her forearm* You can't see them but they're tiny, microscopic chips in the forearms of everyone here. Even you. Everyone has one. Yours works as a tracking device, so that HQ can keep tabs on you. Since I'm a guard, mine works the same except that it can open all doors in HQ.
Gregory Langsdale:
There's really no evidence of that; none of us have died thus far. *Walks over to stand near Christophe, bumping his shoulder into him* Nor has anyone attempted digging about in their arm, save for the time Cartman attempted to give himself cancer by trying to locate an x-ray machine.
Eric Cartman:
The only person who actually died here, sans Kenny, is Kyle. **Eats some more Ice cream** And he was brought back to life.
Kenny McCormick:
That was a special case and shit too, right? S'what he kinda fucking implied.
Red Kerrigan:
.......so why don't we off someone and take out their chip and duplicate it? I'm not saying ...any specific people...*looking at Wendy*
Eric Cartman:
And the Xray machine was an AWESOME idea! **Takes another pint** You can't deny that. **Hears Kenny** Yeah yeah, that "Curses" week.
Gregory Langsdale:
*Stares at Red like she's insane* Because we'd then be murdering our friends? What sort of suggestion is that?
Wendy Testaburger:
*quirks an eyebrow at Red* Sorry, I'm not letting Cartman dig around my arm. Also, if we were to perform surgery, it would be extremely dangerous.
Red Kerrigan:
It's not murder, it's playing the system, obviously they wouldn't actually die...Who knows maybe we're all hooked up to machines and this is all virtual.
Kenny McCormick:
Dude that's a bigass gamble to take. Just
Gregory Langsdale:
*Still mildly shocked* What? Sorry, I'm not about to gamble with peoples' lives based on a hunch. That's ridiculously risky.
Eric Cartman:
Off people? **Laughs** Now this is getting interesting. **Shakes head** But no, this meeting isn't about Killing people. It's about NOT getting killed /thank you very much/. **Makes a mental note: watch for Red** So then, for those not living in 'The Matrix', who wants to be on what team? There's my team - which is the super awesome and cool one - and Gregorys team which is boring and reconnaissance crap.
Gregory Langsdale:
I mean, you do realize that you're talking about /murder,/ correct?
Red Kerrigan:
Well yeah. I'd let someone rip my arm off if it meant I was one step closer getting home. I'm surprised none of you are that desperate yet, you've been here like forever.
Kenny McCormick:
Man getting your arm torn off fucking hurts like a bitch, dude, trust me, you don't want that shit.
Gregory Langsdale:
Shut it, Cartman. I've already told you that I didn't steal your idiotic idea; I'm simply interested in someone being in charge who can actually accomplish things. Furthermore, you haven't specified what exactly these teams are meant to accomplish.
Christophe Delorn:
We are not murdering anyone, dumbfucks. *shakes his head, not completely sure what is going on* And ze teams cannot be zat large, or we will alert ze guards before we mean to, and zat is a big problem.
Wendy Testaburger:
Digging around someone's hand could be extremely dangerous. Bones, muscles, tendons. Bits that would painful to damage, and take a long time to fix. Not to mention hitting a vein!
Eric Cartman:
My team - **brings out his computer** is breaking into the building and gathering more documents. **hands everyone a copy of paper, some weird language scribbled on it.** These are the reoccuring words I saw on the last documents we stole, so anything labeled with these words are what we need to focus on and figure out what they say.
Kenny McCormick:
*squints at the page before turning it around, trying to figure out if it's upside down or not*
Red Kerrigan:
*Pulls her knees up to her chest* Ugh, whatever. I'll be anywhere. And I'm not afraid of being blown up so if you need someone to do the dirty work I'm game.
Wendy Testaburger:
*Surveys the paper* Who's on what teams?
Eric Cartman:
**Eyes Red suspiciously** Well, since Red is apparently suicidal, she can be on the first wave of people in. **Takes one of his own papers** And I'm taking the people who have done this kind of thing before. **Glances at Wendy** Didn't you and Stan uncover the Girl's List conspiracy by doing this same kind of work? Which by the way **glances at Red and Wendy** Fuck the both of you for putting me on the last space. I knew it was just to piss me off.
Gregory Langsdale:
*Blinks down at the paper* What sort of language is this? Or is this some sort of code?
Kenny McCormick:
Dude don't fucking enable suicidal people to hurt themselves that's not cool *rolls his eyes at Cartman*
Red Kerrigan:
I have no clue what you're talking about. And I was suicidal before I got here, this place just brings it back. *glares at the table*
Eric Cartman:
We don't know yet. **Scratches head** I remember one of those words, vividly, but I don't know what it means. **Tilts head** But I know it's important.
Eric Cartman:
**Laughs at Red** Jesus Christ. You and Gothbro should go on a Graveyard date.
Wendy Testaburger:
Yeah, Stan and I did uncover it. And /I/ didn't vote you last... *looks down to her ice cream, grinning*
Red Kerrigan:
Fuck you. Can you even lead a team without killing everyone else to cover your own ass? You seem like the type.
Wendy Testaburger:
Hey, we only use killing as a last resort.
Wendy Testaburger:
Well, at least I do.
Gregory Langsdale:
Most sane individuals do as well.
Eric Cartman:
**Smiles at both comments, relaxing back and crossing his legs, inadvertantly showing some ~skin~** If everyone does what they're supposed to do, no one gets killed. **points at both of them** I don't take recklessness lightly, so we all need to stay close together, get what we came there for, and leave one of these to record more information. **Brings out something from his pocket**
Wendy Testaburger:
I'm not reckless with my work. I don't know about Red, seeing that she's all ready to volunteer me for arm surgery.
Red Kerrigan:
It's just an arm....*says rather sarcastically*
Gregory Langsdale:
Right, new rule: no maiming of fellow individuals. *Rubs at one temple* I can't believe I even have to say that.
Kenny McCormick:
*grins* Good ground rule to have though, dude.
Wendy Testaburger:
*sighs* I'll do my best.
Wendy Testaburger:
What's that you're doing Cartman?
Red Kerrigan:
*yells* I'm not going to kill, murder, massacre, behead, blow up or destroy anyone at this table, okay? I just want this to be productive and petty arguments aren't getting anyone anywhere! Goddamn, it's like working with idiots!
Eric Cartman:
**Eats some more Ice Cream** Yup! So I figure I'd take you and Kyle and anyone else- **gets cut off by red** Who's arguing? We just settled it. **Glances at Gregory and Christophe** So Red... you're on Reconnaissance team then?
Wendy Testaburger:
*Scoffs* You must be new.
Gregory Langsdale:
*Opens his mouth to reply to Red before snapping it closed and turning to Cartman* And what exactly does 'Team Reconnaissance' do?
Red Kerrigan:
*Breathes heavily and sits down, closing her eyes and trying to meditate away her annoyances*
Kenny McCormick:
Aren't both teams kind of reconnaissance man we need better names for this shit
Gregory Langsdale:
Agreed. *Points at Cartman* Team archives. *Points at himself* Team fourth floor. Is that clearer?
Wendy Testaburger:
I say we bring back "La Resistance" right, Gregory? *winks and nudges him*
Eric Cartman:
**Bursts out laughing** They should have a song too!
Gregory Langsdale:
*Grins at Wendy before rubbing at his forehead again* Wow. That's quite the throwback.
Wendy Testaburger:
So, the entire operation is "La Resistance 2.0".
Red Kerrigan:
What is La Resistance?...
Eric Cartman:
PSHH! No. This isn't fucking "La Resistance" it's " La GET THE FUCK BACK HOME", **Nods to Christophe and Gregory** And my team's song will be ten times better than yours combined. I can hear it now. **Begins snapping his fingers, whistling** ~I don't want no high school drama or Bieber drone, I just wanna get the fuck back homeee~
Gregory Langsdale:
La Resistance was the name of our movement during the American-Canadian War, and oh my God, what are you doing; stop that.
Kenny McCormick:
*laughing and shaking his head*
Wendy Testaburger:
*Buries her face into a nearby pillow* WHY.
Eric Cartman:
**Gets up and starts dancing to his own song, landing next to Gregory and poking at his head** ~Everyone here's just so fussy, faggy and lame, but come with me and I'll get you out of this game!~
Red Kerrigan:
Oh yeah....that......*rolls her eyes at Cartman's antics*
Wendy Testaburger:
Okay, okay we get it! *pulls her head up, blushing*
Kenny McCormick:
*has fished out his phone and is recording this*
Gregory Langsdale:
*Swats at Cartman's hand again, slamming his hand into his wrist* Wow. Are you finished?
Gregory Langsdale:
Can we actually get back to the issue at hand - namely outlining our strategy - or do you need me to take over for you while you continue to riverdance all over the damn room?
Wendy Testaburger:
*bites lip* So... has anyone heard anything from the others? Are they in, too?
Christophe Delorn:
*gets up and thwacks Cartman over the head to get him to stop singing*
Christophe Delorn:
Kyle says 'e does not want to go unless 'e 'as to, but 'e is doing ze computers so zat is fine.
Gregory Langsdale:
Raven is as well, if we need him.
Eric Cartman:
**singing into Spoon** There's only one guy around awesome enough to rule~ So take a seat, kick up your feet, and stop being Bieber's tool- *gets hit and falls back down**OW! **curls his leg in seething** How do YOU know Kyle said that, why are YOU talking to Kyle huh? [triage room lol]: (quilt_fresh) *leaps in from out of a ceiling tile for who knows what reason, namely to show off* Have we established a level of seriousness necessary for making plans?
Wendy Testaburger:
Will you stop acting like a jealous preteen girl? We have matters to discuss!
Kenny McCormick:
Sup, dude? *offers Josh ice cream*
Christophe Delorn:
I am talking to Kyle because I am trying to get shit done zat actually is useful instead of making fucking ice cream parties and posturing and trying to one-up Gregory, you fat fuck. *shouts at him, trying not to resort to punchings*
Wendy Testaburger:
Gregory, what is your plan?
Red Kerrigan:
*Stands up and walks towards the door* Someone send me a memo after you get the shit sorted out, I can't stand half of you and the other half...well they're special.
Kenny McCormick:
*waves cheerfully at Red* Later, pretty lady!
Wendy Testaburger:
*smacks Kenny* Red, don't go.
Red Kerrigan:
*flips Kenny off as she walks out into the hall*
Wendy Testaburger:
*Gets up and runs after Red*
Josh Myers:
*waves the ice cream away politely* Hello, McCormick. And as for the ice cream party, I thought it was a bit of a weak ruse to cover up what we are actually doing today. *sits on the floor cross-legged and in his pajamas* A very comfortable group meeting, however.
Wendy Testaburger:
*grabs her shoulder, spinning her around* Look, you don't have to leave.
Gregory Langsdale:
Lovely girl. *Rolls his eyes* The plan is to scout around the fourth floor in order to determine what exactly it is they're hiding in there.
Eric Cartman:
**Still whining over his hurt leg** Did you guys even see what Christophe did to me? Even after I got everyone to get along?!
Red Kerrigan:
Don't touch me, you obviously don't care so just go back in there and keep doing whatever...you do to make yourself feel good about yourself. God. *turns and starts walking down the hall again*
Kenny McCormick:
Eric, dude, sit down before somebody kicks you again man. *Takes a bite of his own ice cream and looks at Gregory* So who're you taking upstairs with you if it's all covert ops oceans 12 shit?
Josh Myers:
That is an obvious plan, but the question is how you want to go about it, hm, Gregory?
Gregory Langsdale:
Cartman's team will start out in the archives on the second floor, while we'll make a direct attempt to break into the fourth. The end goal here is to ideally find 'Upstairs' and/or pull a useful amount of information from the archives, but we will also want to break into as many locked rooms as wel can for obvious reasons.
Christophe Delorn:
*glares at Cartman and goes to lurk behind Gregory, just to add lurking terror to his words* Oui. And no one is going to do anything stupid.
Gregory Langsdale:
The guard chips will be essentual for that, obviously, and anything Kyle has managed to come up with thus far. *Leans slightly sideways, trying to see where Wendy has gone off to*
Wendy Testaburger:
What the hell! *Sighs, pinches the bridge of her nose* I'm sorry for snapping at you. Just... come back in, please. We can sort this out.
Josh Myers:
Shall I go ahead and scout out the information to see which guards are on duty and when?
Wendy Testaburger:
I know you don't like me, and believe me, the feeling is mutual. *rolls eyes* But we need you, as much as I hate to admit it.
Gregory Langsdale:
That would be useful, actually. Alternatively, if you could think of some sort of diversion - or, I don't suppose you're aware of where exactly the cameras are located in that building? I can't imagine there aren't any about.
Red Kerrigan:
No, we can't work it out, and it's better if I just pick up information from someone logical later...I'm sure they'll keep Kyle up to date and I like him. So....whatever.
Eric Cartman:
**mocks Gregory** meh meh meh meh meh meh mehhhhh. ~look at me, I'm Gregory and I'm totally not trying to take over this meeting or anything~ **Gets up, pulls out a camera from one of the pillows** Like one of these cameras that I have conveniently taken?
Christophe Delorn:
Where ze fuck did you get zat?
Eric Cartman:
**Takes a look at it, with all it's busted wires and sawed off fastings** Uh... somewhere. I just thought we could like... reprogram it and leave it recording so WE Can see what THEY do.
Josh Myers:
If our mission leader -that's you, apparently, Langsdale- have a blue print on hand, I will be glad to mark where the cameras that I am aware of are located. If not, I can bring the details later on.
Wendy Testaburger:
*her eyes flash* You really have no idea what you're doing, do you? Don't you know that people don't /ever/ fuck with me? I don't know what I ever did to make you not like me, but whatever. Your mistake. *turns around and stomps back into the room*
Josh Myers:
*claps because yay, Cartman came up with something worthy of a short applause* Excellent.
Kenny McCormick:
*waves at Wendy as she walks back in*
Wendy Testaburger:
*sits next to Cartman, still scowling* She's not coming back.
Red Kerrigan:
*stares at Wendy's receding form and mutters* Wow. ...well, apparently the only thing that changes in her alternate realities is a varying of bitchiness. *sighs as she walks down the hall and exits the house*
Christophe Delorn:
Wait, did you ever get a damn blueprint? *glances at Gregory, eyebrows raised*
Eric Cartman:
**Shrugs at Wendy's comment** Probably on her period. **Examines Camera again** I wonder if Kyle can break into this thing...
Gregory Langsdale:
I didn't. Although Myers, if you can draw even a vague outline of the administration building, it will do.
Red Kerrigan:
*reaches down and pulls her notepad out of her pant pocket* Aw, shit, I forgot my pencil....ugh. That was one I chiseled Bieber's face off of...that's so much work...*Glances back at house, decides to wait a bit before going back in*
Christophe Delorn:
Ouai, any information zat you 'ave about ze layout is ze best. Like where ze stairs are, and ze elevators and all zat shit.
Wendy Testaburger:
*ignores Red, suddenly becoming way too interested in her melted ice cream*
Gregory Langsdale:
Cartman. *Flicks one hand at him to get his attention, all business* Your team is entering the building at ten o' clock. Hopefully it will be less populated by then.
Red Kerrigan:
*grabs her pencil and listens to the conversation for a minute before going to sit out in the hallway so she can hear without having to talk to them*
Josh Myers:
*grins and pulls out a sheet of folded paper. It reveals a sketched map of the first three floors* That was a test. You should come prepared with a map next time if you are planning on scouting a building.
Eric Cartman:
Fine fineeee Ten o Clock. **puts the camera down** Who do I have that's coming with me?
Gregory Langsdale:
Little helping that if we can't exactly enter the building in the first place. Roaming it freely is your job, isn't it. *Cocks an eyebrow back in Josh's direction*
Christophe Delorn:
*glares at Josh* I know zat, fuckass, but zey don't 'ave ze fucking records around.
Wendy Testaburger:
*peers over to Cartman* I guess I am.
Eric Cartman:
**Listens between Gregory and Josh, getting slightly irritated with their ~tension~**
Eric Cartman:
**Hears Wendy and directs his attention to her instead** Good. I'll need your chip, and your brains. **Smiles** I guess we should see if we can snag Kyle and Butters while we're at it. The goths will just drag us down, but maybe Ike and Georgie could help.
Josh Myers:
All you needed to do was ask me in advance. *shrugs arrogantly, taking a few chocolate chips to mark each camera location*
Wendy Testaburger:
*smiles weakly* Sounds good to me.
Gregory Langsdale:
That's assuming you'd be willing to cooperate, of course. *Tilts his head slightly, peering down at Josh's work* You're hardly the most predictable.
Christophe Delorn:
Damn fucking right *pulls out a motherfucking cigarette to deal with the stressful idiots int he room* Zis is not a bad representation zough.
Josh Myers:
Thank you, I will take that as a compliment.
Gregory Langsdale:
Are there any rooms here that you or Wendy can't get into?
Christophe Delorn:
*points to the elevators* Do zese go up all ze way? and do you need special clearance to get in zem?
Eric Cartman:
**Turns to Wendy** Yeah, are we going to need Georgie too?
Josh Myers:
Unfortunately, I have not been allowed the access to the employee restrooms. Beside this, the B rooms and anything above the third floor is off limits to us.
Wendy Testaburger:
*nods at Josh* I'm not sure about Georgie, but I don't think she can either. You'd have to ask her.
Gregory Langsdale:
She has a higher clearance, I believe. Assuming we can trust her, obviously.
Josh Myers:
Special clearance is necessary, yes. For you, Christophe, I would imagine that... knocking out a guard with the required access key will be a fun task for you.
Josh Myers:
*mulls over if Georgie is trustworthy. really isn't sure*
Gregory Langsdale:
I suppose we could also experiment with whether that idiot guard's chip still works. Assuming Kyle's finished with it.
Red Kerrigan:
*takes out her pencil and notepad, starts jotting down ideas for a story using the people in the room*
Gregory Langsdale:
And what on earth is in the employee restroom? *Raises his eyebrows at Josh* Aside from the obvious.
Christophe Delorn:
I will knock bitches out, oui, but it is easier to not 'ave to.
Wendy Testaburger:
*nudges Cartman, noticing that he's been eerily quiet* You okay, Eric?
Gregory Langsdale:
*Glances over at Red, peering around to watch her scribble away* Red, I don't suppose you're taking notes by any chance? This could be useful.
Eric Cartman:
**Has been thinking about the ~Secret Employee Restroom~ and Blinks** Maybe thats where the portal is...
Kenny McCormick:
Nobody puts a portal in the shitter, man, you'd be stinking up two buildings everytime somebody took a dump.
Josh Myers:
It is a restroom of legend, with golden sinks and toilet paper dispensers. Miss Testaburger can confirm whether this is fact or fiction, as I would assume she is allowed to use them.
Christophe Delorn:
Zey're not going to 'ave transport to ozzer fucking universes in a bathroom, oui. Fucking 'ell.
Wendy Testaburger:
*winces* Thank you for that Kenny.
Kenny McCormick:
Just saying, dude
Wendy Testaburger:
I haven't found anything, but I'll let you know. *holds back a laugh*
Red Kerrigan:
*glances at Gregory, staring a moment* ...yeah. Taking notes. *has 'egotistical chubster is a sith who falls in love with the bitchy black haired princess* Totally taking notes.
Eric Cartman:
**Rolls eyes** Well it's guarded for a reason! **Grabs the map** Yeah yah, I know where everything is. We just have to look for these words **grabs the other paper** On these documents, and get ourselves a translator.
Kenny McCormick:
Dude how do you know that paper means anything like, it could be like somebody's fucking like grocery list and shit in ancient sumerian or whatever the fuck
Gregory Langsdale:
*Grabs the map back* How can you get a translator if you don't even know what language it's in. *Pauses* Unless Myers, Wendy, or Georgie are familiar.
Wendy Testaburger:
I /am/ good with languages. Let me see.
Josh Myers:
*AHHH, looks sad as the chocolate chips tumble to the floor* ... Oh. Hm? *leans forward to check out the documents as well*
Eric Cartman:
**Gives her the paper** That top one is extremely important. I know it's not a fucking grocery list. **glares at Kenny**
Kenny McCormick:
Maybe it says pot pie, dude, and that's where you're remembering it *grins like a shithead*
Josh Myers:
Why that language... it's one common in this universe, but most likely indecipherable to us.
Wendy Testaburger:
*purses her lips in thought and studies the paper* It's like nothing I've ever seen before. Totally alien. But not impossible to figure out.
Josh Myers:
*smiles at Wendy* You have a sufficient amount of confidence to figure it out, I'm sure, Wendy.
Wendy Testaburger:
*grins at Josh* I do. Give me a few hours and I'll figure out what it says.
Red Kerrigan:
*jots down some more lines, smiling to herself*
Wendy Testaburger:
Something amusing, Rebecca?
Gregory Langsdale:
Actually, would you mind if I took those notes off you hand? We'll likely want to copy them out for those not here tonight.
Gregory Langsdale:
((hands
Red Kerrigan:
No, just taking notes.
Red Kerrigan:
....oh.
Red Kerrigan:
Uh.....one minute.
Gregory Langsdale:
All right. *Holds out his hand expectantly*
Red Kerrigan:
*tears the papers out of her notepad and hands it over to Gregory*
Red Kerrigan:
egotistical chubster is a sith who falls in love with the bitchy black haired princess wookiee occasionally says something that makes no sense disgruntled ewok hates being kept from his sacred bathroom, crawls out of ceiling tiles into rooms when out of its natural environment [bathroom] he is a confused and derranged ewok that grew up in a toilet stall instead of in the forest with the other ewoks, was raised wrong as a joke cocky young sexist jedi flirts with everything and gets rejected by a bar waitress who is secretly a lost princess egotistical chubster [chubbywub for short] needs a translator for documents but secretly can't even read because he's a dumb fuck blond sexy jedi master with a good butt is frustrated with chubbywub for being a dumbass ewok gives a disgruntled yell as they discuss plans, assumingly due to sporadic nature bitchy black haired princess cockily says she can handle the language she's never seen because she's got magic brains or some shit since she's special
Eric Cartman:
What does it say? **eats some more chocolate chips**
Gregory Langsdale:
Notes from tonight's meeting, obviously. *Glances down at them before frowning* What the hell is this.
Red Kerrigan:
*smiles sweetly as she looks up at Gregory from where she sits* Something wrong?
Gregory Langsdale:
*Clears his throat.* 'Egotistical chubster is a sith who falls in love with the bitchy black haired princess wookiee occasionally says something that makes no sense. Disgruntled ewok hates being kept from his sacred bathroom, crawls out of ceiling tiles into rooms when out of its natural environment [bathroom] he is a confused and derranged ewok that grew up in a toilet stall instead of in the forest with the other ewoks, was raised wrong as a joke'
Christophe Delorn:
*peers over Gregory's shoulder, looking totally confused*
Kenny McCormick:
*starts laughing*
Wendy Testaburger:
*grits teeth* What. The actual. Fuck.
Gregory Langsdale:
*Continues* 'Cocky young sexist jedi flirts with everything and gets rejected by a bar waitress who is secretly a lost princess'
Josh Myers:
My, my, what an entertainer. You say you were never in a drama course and yet I'm a bit skeptical, Miss Kerrigan. *smiles and rubs his chin thoughtfully*
Christophe Delorn:
*grins* Is zat supposed to be Kenny?
Red Kerrigan:
*puts her pencil and notepad in her pocket as she stands up, waiting for Gregory to finish*
Kenny McCormick:
Hahahah dude Red what I haven't even been flirting *still kind-of laughing before grinning at her* You'd fuckin know if I was really flirting.
Gregory Langsdale:
I suppose. *Flips the page.* 'Blond sexy jedi master with a good butt' - What the actual hell - 'Is frustrated with chubbywub for being a dumbass ewok gives a disgruntled yell as they discuss plans, assumingly due to sporadic nature. Bitchy black haired princess cockily says she can handle the language she's never seen because she's got magic brains or some shit since she's special ' -What utterly fantastic note-taking skills you have, Red.
Christophe Delorn:
*cracks up at the good butt bit* Damn fucking right, hah.
Red Kerrigan:
Yeah? Yours isn't half bad either, wookiee. *flips Kenny off* And thanks. I'll take notes again next time. *turns and walks out of the room with a grin*
Kenny McCormick:
*laughing again at the whole thing* Man.
Wendy Testaburger:
My "magic brains" are actually contributing to the group. *snaps at her*
Eric Cartman:
Hey I am NOT Cocky /Red/, but sexy yes. Thank You. **winks at her**
Red Kerrigan:
Or you're just wasting time running your mouth during meetings...whatever you want to believe, princess! *yells it down the hallway as she walks off* Where the fuck is Kyle. He's like the only cool guy here...good butt and brains.
Eric Cartman:
Word. **takes a scoop of Ice Cream**
Christophe Delorn:
*stares flatly at Cartman* I think zat she named you "chubbywub," dumbass.
Wendy Testaburger:
She's dead. Sorry, Gregory. I'm breaking your rule. *clenches and unclenches her fists*
Kenny McCormick:
Oh shit are we gonna have a girl-fight?
Kenny McCormick:
*unreasonably excited about this possibility*
Josh Myers:
*to watch the catfight or to prevent it, that is the question*
Eric Cartman:
Ch....Chubbywub? **Glares at Red too**
Wendy Testaburger:
If you think maiming and getting her shot into the sun is a girl fight.
Christophe Delorn:
Obviously, dumbass. Ze sexy one is Gregory, obviously. Don't be a fucking idiot.
Gregory Langsdale:
*Sighs before sidestepping closer to Wendy* Just let her go. If she wants to go off and be idiotic on her own, let her. You're actually necessary here.
Kenny McCormick:
....It is if you rip her shirt a little first
Eric Cartman:
Fuck yeah, Ken. **Gazes at both girls, taking a slow bite of his Ice Cream**
Wendy Testaburger:
*grins maliciously* Oh, don't worry. She'll get hers. Work will come first, of course. All in time... If she thinks she can get away with that, she actually is insane.
Christophe Delorn:
*rolls eyes at the dumbfuckery* D'accord, now zat we all 'ave our 'eads, what exactly else do we need to discuss?
Gregory Langsdale:
*Blinks at her, still hovering near Wendy* You're not going to do anything extreme, I should hope?
Wendy Testaburger:
No, I won't kill her. That wouldn't be satisfying enough.
Josh Myers:
*gets up and stands beside Wendy, unrolling a tube of toilet paper hopefully*
Eric Cartman:
I think all thats left to do is gather our troops and plan out or respective routes. Which night are we doing it? **Eyes Gregory** Are we doing this all together?
Christophe Delorn:
*rolls eyes* Put zat away, Myers. We can do zis as soon as we can. Tomorrow, even.
Wendy Testaburger:
*whispers to Josh* I'll definitely be needing you. Keep that toilet paper on hold.
Eric Cartman:
**Whispers to Wendy** If you end up getting kinky with that shit with Red? You should call me...
Wendy Testaburger:
*Smacks Cartman's arm* Get outta here.
Josh Myers:
Roger. *happily holds his toilet paper like a child with its favorite toy*
Eric Cartman:
Fuck you! It's my god damn party I'll do what I want! **Grabs one of the movies** Okay, so now that the plan is in action, who wants to watch 13 going on 30?
Gregory Langsdale:
*Presses his lips together* That would depend on how many entry options we have. If Kyle has some sort of access, we can move in separately, but we're limited to how many 'junior guards' or whatever your ridiculous titles are now are available.
Christophe Delorn:
I will text 'im and find out
Gregory Langsdale:
.....Nobody wants to watch goddamn 13 going on 30; what on earth is that?
Wendy Testaburger:
*grabs DVD and throws it like a frisbee* I'd rather you watch porn!
Kenny McCormick:
Is that a porno?
Kenny McCormick:
Shit no that's 30 going on 30 nevermind
Christophe Delorn:
If we are done zough, me and Gregory are going to go. I can 'ave Kyle set up a chat for everyone zat is coded and we will figure it out. *grabs Gregory's wrist*
Eric Cartman:
Oh well I have The Princess Diaries too, that takes place in England so you might like that one. **Reaches to give it to him, making sure Wendy doesn't get THIS one too**
Gregory Langsdale:
*Is tugged along by Christophe but frowns at the DVD nonetheless* ...What is this. *Squints*
Eric Cartman:
**Whips head around to Kenny** Woah, 30 going on 30? We are definitely watching that.
Eric Cartman:
**Hear Gregory** It's about a Girl who learns she's a princess so Julie ANdrews has to teach her how. **Grins smugly** Relevant, right?
Gregory Langsdale:
....Wow.
Gregory Langsdale:
And this is what you do all night? While crying into ice cream?
Christophe Delorn:
*rolls eyes* Fucking 'ell.
Wendy Testaburger:
Well, I've got nothing better to do.
Eric Cartman:
AY! There's no CRYING! **Folds arms into chest** And you'd probably LIKE movie night if you GAVE it a chance! But no~~~ **Sneers at them** Go find Kyle and bring him to me. We'll discuss this code nonsense.
Kenny McCormick:
yeah pretty much, dude, then when he's all cried out it's porno time
Josh Myers:
*gathers his belongings* As my excuse for leaving, I have a job to attend, which is coincidentally advantageous to our mission. Gregory, you will be hearing from me soon after I have found the guards shifts of tomorrow evening.
Josh Myers:
*smiles at Cartman's nonsense and movie love, saying nothing*
Christophe Delorn:
Can we go, princesse, and figure out ze important shit, please?
Wendy Testaburger:
*winces at the word princess after being called a princess by red*
Gregory Langsdale:
Thank you, Myers. And yes, fine. *Turns and starts to leave with him* I'm glad you didn't beat the everliving hell out of him, by the way. Don't think I didn't notice that. *Grins*
Eric Cartman:
**Throws pillow at them as they leave** Don't forget to fucking bring the topping next time, assholes!
Christophe Delorn:
It was an effort. I did not think zat would be manners and bullshit. *Goes out of his way to hold the goddamn door for Gregory as they leave*
Josh Myers:
*hoists himself onto a chair and then back into the ceiling for a theatrical exit*
Christophe Delorn:
*flips Cartman off without looking at him*
Wendy Testaburger:
*collapse on a pile of pillows and snuggles up with a blanket* I'm down to watch a movie. Anything but fucking princess diaries.
Kenny McCormick:
man whatever I'm down for movies. got shit else to do tonight.
Eric Cartman:
Fine we'll watch 13 going on 30 then. **Gets up and plugs the DVD in** This is the only thing they had for 5 Bieber bucks at the store.
Eric Cartman:
I'll be jotting down more plans when I know how many people are coming with us.
Gregory Langsdale:
*Leaves along with Christophe*
