[ooc: Zersch, do you intend to drive the catering van? Or maybe we don't need to move it... ]

"What's your location, Percy?" a thick French accent finally came through Percy's headset.

"Ahhh Louis my friend! Bonjourno! I'm, y'know...just hangin' out in the trash? Haha what's up with you!"

"Great." Louis replied. Percy wasn't sure if he hadn't fully heard him, or just wasn't phased. "But...where are you, exactly? Details! I've got the van and I've got your, how you say, biometrics on board?"

"Oh perfect...perfect! Well Louie, I'm not too far from the main entrance. You know that bit with the whale fountain? The area that's positively crawling with hunters? I'm there. In the big blue trash can. That too is shaped like a whale."

"Well it may be tricky getting the van too close to your location without arousing suspicion, but I'll see what I can do..."

"You know what? Maybe I'll meet you--"

thump

thump

THUMP

The sounds of a grown man's footsteps rapidly approached...and the crinkling of an empty chip bag could faintly be heard.

Percival gulped.

[ROLL CALL!]

JJ @ 16/6/2022 23:23

He had just seen Steve take out four people, stash them in the bushes, and then waddle hurriedly off toward the mansion. The catering van stood in front of him. Well, I guess that takes care of how we're going to hijack the catering van, Louis thought. Thanks Steve.

Steve is going to be so happy that one of you witnessed that!

Boc @ 17/6/2022 0:13

[ROLL CALL!]

I will return the favour by giving you my 3.

Rolled: 21 (4+6+3+2+6) [5d6]

Apologies

30 d6’s rolled and not a single 1!

Curtis @ 17/6/2022 8:48

30 d6’s rolled and not a single 1!

Christian @ 15/6/2022 22:19

Rolled: 17 (2+1+5+3+6) [5d6]

30 d6’s rolled and one single 1!

I wonder who's going to get that one lol

Whoever does must do big things with it

A 1 and 2 should feel v dire going forward

As the hunter and his rubbish drew ever nearer, time seemed to stand still, and Percival had to fight to keep memories of...that day...from flashing through his head. Now was not the time! He had to focus up and come up with a plan in the next second, but there weren't too many options...

Percival then took off his clothes. And just as he was down to his hatchday suit, the whale mouth trash can was burst open. The hunter's casual whistling was abruptly cut short.

"Awww what the hell! There's a goddamn turkey in here!"

Percival proceeded to flap his wings and squawk maniacally, desperately trying to sell that he was just some mindless bird that had found its way into one of Doomore's trash cans.

"Welp, looks like Thanksgiving came early this year!" the hunter shrugged as he reached for his hunting rifle.

Percival wasn't sure why he thought the feral animal routine would work on a hunter. It was a classic, but now was clearly not the time or place. Percival quickly grabbed his headset from the bottom of the can and whispered into it.

"Louis! Help!"

It's all he could belt out before the gun's barrel poked into the can. It was clear before he could even think of a rendezvous, or being saved, he was going to have to fend for his life.

[ROLL CALL!]

Boc @ 16/6/2022 23:06

Christian @ 16/6/2022 21:42 ROLL CALL! 3️⃣

I can do this. I got this. I can do this.

Steve grabbed a empty glass, flipped it into the air, caught it in the same wing he used to toss it, then slammed it down (gently) on the bar in front of him.

He was sure it looked cool, but he was also stalling for time while he tried to remember the recipe to this very specific drink that the guest of honour, Dr. Liz Doomore, just ordered from him.

Is it vodka? Gin? Whiskey? No, it's go to be vodka! Right? Then pineapple juice, I think. Did it also call for a splash of apple juice? A dash of cinnamon, I think I do remember that bit. was it 3 or 4 Sourpatch Kids? Let's go with...1...2...3.......4. This might need more vodka. I'll add more. If nothing else, maybe we can get the good doctor all kinds of drunk off her face for her big evening.

Steve flashed a smile at Doomore.

Nothing? That was my best smile, lady.

Steve mixed all the ingredients into the empty glass, spinning the glass around, spinning himself around, doing silly little dances, flipping bottles and catching them, and he didn't drop any! He needed to buy himself as much time as he could to think.

Oh crap, the ice! Is it too late to add the ice?

He grabbed the little scoop and dropped a couple ice cubes into the glass with a splash.

"I'll clean that up right away, I promise."

Doomore did not look amused.

She narrowed her eyes at Steve.

Steve slid the glass toward her.

"Here you go. One flaming Panama sunrise backporch side-winder Sourpatch Kid siesta surprise."

I hope.

Doomore picked the glass up, studied it, then brought it to her lips, hesitated, then took a sip.

Steve waited.

He might have looked chill, but inside Steve panicked.

"This..." Doomore started. "This is NOT a flaming Panama sunrise backporch side-winder Sourpatch Kid siesta surprise."

Gulp.

"That's the surprise part," Steve said with a sheepish grin.

"However," she said. "I do quite like it."

Phew.

"But do try harder next time."

"You got it, Doc...er, Doctor."

Doomore almost smiled.

"Now can I have that flaming Panama sunrise backporch side-winder Sourpatch Kid siesta surprise, on the rocks, please?"

What? Right now?

"Yes, of course," Steve replied.

Stall. Stall. Stall.

"You probably have a lot of things to get ready for," he said. "Why don't you go see to those and I will send someone over with your drink, exactly as requested, in a moment?"

She narrowed her eyes at Steve again, while she thought about it.

"Fine. But if it's not exactly what I wanted, I will not be pleased."

ROLL CALL!

I don't know if I did the number 3 right. lol