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*Knocks on the door.*
Landlord! Hide your money!
Panian and Cocktail waitress
*Laughs*
You want me to go around back and watch the fire escape?
Panian and Dhelerum
No no, its it's fine.
Panian and Cocktail waitress
Penny laughs as she opens the door. She's got a sullied apron in her hands and it looks like she might have gotten some flour on her sleeves despite the precautions. "Good timing! I just sliced up the roast and put it on the table. I'd take your coats, but Marty already knows where the coat closet is."
It smells good, but his does it taste.
*Lets Brenda enter first then follows taking of his coat.*
Panian and Cocktail waitress
I'm sure you did fine.
Panian and Cocktail waitress
*Brenda hugs Penny cheerfully*
Oh hon, it smells wonderful. I can wait to tuck in.
*Removes her coat and hands it to Marty*
Panian and Dhelerum
*Bows as he takes her coat then heads down a hall to put in the closet.*
Panian and Cocktail waitress
For bad role-play and being far too high-maintenance for my liking. You want to be the most important, the best and to be invulnerable to the consequences of your actions. We've tried to accommodate you but you simply disregard all of the examples we've tried to set about good role-play etiquette. We make small steps and give the other players a chance to respond; you take great leaps and exclude the possibility that your co-players may wish to play their own character's actions in response. In your impatience you invalidate the situations to which your actions have led and you do so with smug certitude that you will face no consequences.
The replies from me to your telegrams asking about what will happen next and what you should do have been similarly ignored.
Beale: "Maybe not get arrested?"
Waitress: "You heard the major; your activity was outside of what is protected by your 'diplomatic immunity'.
Hey, look on the bright side - it's not everybody who gets to see the inside of Area 51."
Beale: "So what happens now? Do we keep roleplaying? Do we go to a different region?"
Waitress:"I guess we keep going. No need to move to another region; we can take Beale to Nellis here in this region.
It's a short drive, only twenty minutes."
I'd offered you the option to role-play the drive to the air base and maybe even see something amazing in that top secret facility, gave you the option to continue the high adventure you so crave, even had some detailed description prepared for the arrival at the base which I will now not be able to use.
So you left me with no other option than to engage in the simplicity that is the hallmark of your gaming.
But I find that as unsatisfying as do you so I'm going to give you one last chance to participate in the adventure that you are seeking.
Shall we?
A quiet, anonymous death and a shallow grave out in the dessert is more than you deserve but I'm not a murderer, not like you would have been if that weapon you'd acquired have ever been put to use. Just button it, Mister Beale, and enjoy the ride.
*The major takes his place behind the steering wheel, the two armed soldiers climb into the back, flanking their hand-cuffed prisoner, and they depart the property of The Sands in the direction of Nellis Air Force base*
It's a nice day for it. No ceiling, a gentle breeze and an unrestricted view to the horizon. I almost wish I were up there flying instead of having to drive scum like you around.
*After ten minutes of silent driving the radio-phone mounted to the car's dashboard buzzes and the officer reaches over, picks up the receiver and puts it to his ear*
Quintanilla here, go ahead.
*He listens as instructions are relayed*
Yes, Sir. Sir, with all due respect, the man and his hired goons had-
*He is interrupted*
Vietnam, Sir? I have no idea what the current weather is in Hanoi...
*Pausing, the implied meaning of the question dawning in his regimented consciousness*
Yes, Sir. I fully understand and will comply as soon as we reach the base. Thank you, Sir.
What's that, Sir?
*More from the other end of the line*
Yes, Sir. I would also rather be flying on a pleasant day like this. Sir is being most generous. Thank you, Sir.
*He replaces the hand-set on its hook and turns to Beale while keeping an eye on the road*
You're one lucky son-of-a bitch, I'll give you that. I have new orders. Don't bother to ask what they are; you just sit there and stew in your own juices. You'll find out what's in store soon enough.
*In a few more minutes they reach the main gate of the military facility, show their identification and enter without comment, but instead of driving to the drab, squat buildings of the administration building the Major drives beyond them and pulls up next to the boarding stairs of an Air Force transport plane, its engines already idling and awaiting departure*
This is our ride, Mister Beale. It's not comfortable but it'll get us to where we need to go. Where you need to go; I'll be making the return flight.
*He chuckles ominously as the soldiers help the Ambassador roughly out of the car, up the stairs to the cargo area and fasten Beale's hands to the wooden bench provided for passengers. One of the soldiers takes his own place opposite him and the other departs, supposedly to drive the car away from the runway as the Major has also taken a seat on the bench opposite their captive*
Make yourselves comfortable; this is going to be a long flight.
Panian, Cocktail waitress, and Howard beale
*A crewman approaches and advises them to strap in, leaning over the shackled Beale and fastening his belt for him before returning to the cockpit. The plane's engines rev up and after a shaky run down the tarmac the transport lifts into the air and turns to the southwest. Sometime later there is an uneventful stop in San Diego for refueling, another some hours later in Panama, and then the plane heads out over the endless blue of the pacific Ocean*
"Attention passengers," *the intercom crackles* "we have reached our destination. We've got enough fuel to make the return trip but just barely, so make your goodbyes short and sweet."
*The plane banks, reduces altitude and circles a small island, not even a dot on the charts, in a tight holding pattern*
Panian, Cocktail waitress, and Howard beale
This is your stop, Howard.
*Speaking in low tones to the stone-faced soldier with them, who nods an acknowledgement, the Major then says, theatrically-*
I'm going to hit the head for a few minutes. Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone, got it?
*Unfastening his harness he stands up, stretches his legs and moves to the small enclosure that is the transport's lavatory and shuts the flimsy door behind him*
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*After a moment the soldier unfastens his own belt, goes to the hold's side hatch and opens it, the already loud sound of the rushing wind and roaring propellers increasing in volume by a factor of ten. He returns to where Beale is seated and unfastens the prisoner's belt and, oddly, removes his shackles as well, lifts him to his feet and moves him to the open hatch*
You're going to want to keep your arms tightly against your sides and point your feet as you hit the water. You're going to have a difficult enough time as it is without any broken bones slowing you down.
*With those final instructions he lifts one leg, plants a boot in the small of his back and shoves the man out the open hatch. Holding the side of the doorway he glances briefly after the falling figure then closes the hatch, secures it and returns to his place on the bench*
Panian, Cocktail waitress, Dhelerum, and Howard beale
I could use a drink. Penny, what have got to offer?
As long as it's wet and strong, I'm good with that.
She speaks loudly so Marty can hear.
"The cookbook I have suggested that I serve a pinot noir with the roast, but I have to admit that I know nothing about brands. There was a nice young clerk who helped me with the selection. It's from Oregon. I didn't know they could grow grapes there, but I guess this entrepreneur just started a vineyard and he's the clerk's cousin."
She disappears into the kitchen and reappears with a bottle Hillcrest Vineyards. "Marty, do you want to do the honors? I set out the glasses on the table already. I didn't think about drinks before dinner." She laughs at her oversight.
*He reappears and looks at the bottle.*
Your event you should open the bottle, besides I get tired opening bottles.
Panian and Cocktail waitress
She smiles. "That's true. I should have thought about that."
She retrieves a wine opener from the kitchen and takes the bottle over to the table where she can set it down. After a few tries, she's able to open the wine. She pours three glasses and offers them to her guests.
*Marty enters the dinning room and sits down looking at all the food.*
Panian and Cocktail waitress
*Takes her wine glass and sits down with Marty at the dining room table*
Penny! You must have been cooking all day.
Panian and Dhelerum
Thanks.
*Howard screams as he falls out of the plane. He does what the man suggested and lands in the water. He struggles to keep afloat as he screams “Help, I’ll tell you what you want to know. JUST HELP ME. Please, I have Experience in the navy. I can help. Or I can spy on Australia. Just help.”
After receiving no response he attempts to swim in a random direction.*
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