Home on the Wastes (A Fallout RolePlay) (closed, ended)
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"Hey, why not? It sounds like a good idea. It probably won't be as easy to get 'em out of here though..."
"You'd be right there, we should just work on making sure they don't fire on us for starters and figure out how we'll move them out later. Maybe we could work something out with the robots, program them to carry the turrets out?"
Demeter hit a random button to return to the previous screen. This time it was slightly different, perhaps in response to all that earlier activity.
"Let's go, we should all check different desks. Go one the assumption that the mess has been cleaned up and there are no nametags. However, if there are ids of some sort, look for a Jason White. The cubicle trashing is the most recent entry so look our for one that's in complete disarray. Finally if both these id's fail, we need to turn on the computers, this guys' computer has a different OS so his homescreen will most likely be unique, the computers might also have an employee id with them. Ready?" Demeter got up to go out and head up the stairs.
As they climbed the stairs the team was occasionally passed by the odd robot, patrolling its preprogrammed route. Since Demeter had picked up a few of the employee IDs that were sitting on the table they were ambivalent towards the presence of the group of people merely tossing out an occasional "Greetings Employee and guests" before moving on.
Climbing the flights of stairs, a real downer to the ones wearing the especially heavy armor, the elevator had seemed like an option until they had forced the doors open, revealing a severed cable and a smashed carriage at the base of the shaft.
At the sixth floor, the ones who were unprepared for the climb were practically panting, the others were merely a little worn out. But they doggedly pressed on, the stumbled around the cubicles for a bit until they found one that looked like the one described in the security chiefs notes.
The desk was disheveled at best, torn into at worst. papers were strewn about, and it looked like a bomb had been dropped. Well, one had, hell, several had, but in this case, a smaller, more contained one. Nuka-Cola bottles, both empty and full, were strewn around the desk and surrounding floor. The computer was remarkably well preserved, not only intact but clean. Most of the desks drawers were shut, but one was sitting open, a 'substance' oozing out that further inspection revealed had once been mayonnaise. Either this guy was atrociously messy or this was the desk the security team had trashed.
Climbing the flights of stairs, a real downer to the ones wearing the especially heavy armor, the elevator had seemed like an option until they had forced the doors open, revealing a severed cable and a smashed carriage at the base of the shaft.
At the sixth floor, the ones who were unprepared for the climb were practically panting, the others were merely a little worn out. But they doggedly pressed on, the stumbled around the cubicles for a bit until they found one that looked like the one described in the security chiefs notes.
The desk was disheveled at best, torn into at worst. papers were strewn about, and it looked like a bomb had been dropped. Well, one had, hell, several had, but in this case, a smaller, more contained one. Nuka-Cola bottles, both empty and full, were strewn around the desk and surrounding floor. The computer was remarkably well preserved, not only intact but clean. Most of the desks drawers were shut, but one was sitting open, a 'substance' oozing out that further inspection revealed had once been mayonnaise. Either this guy was atrociously messy or this was the desk the security team had trashed.
"Jesus...fucking...*pant*...Christ...Was there any reason...we couldn't *pant* take the elevator...why?" Knox leans on his hammer to catch his breath. "Maybe I should've...taken...*pant pant* the armor off..."