Dane: [GM] The guard at the ridge nods to Jenise and doesn't bother to move much, letting you follow her over the ridge.
Kyle: [Bailey Hunt] Bailey saunters up the hill and walks by the guard, tipping his hat.
Joe: [GR-210] GR hovers around for a bit and follows.
Dane: [Danielle] Danielle politely nods to the guard as the group proceeds.
Soo: [Kali dVostog] Kali makes a brief finger-gun gesture to the guard as she walks by.
Ian: [Mari Shasho] Mari just tags along and doesn't do anything interesting.
Ian: [OOC] What? It's not my job to amuse you.
Dane: [GM] The ridge leads down into a large gulch. The green grass of the surrounding countryside has been worn down by the countless boots marching around a huge military encampment that takes up most of the gulch. Tents, training equipment and weapon stockpiles are everywhere and you estimate that at least a thousand people are milling around the area. A few more permanent structures are situated near the center of the camp. Jenise smirks back at the group. "Welcome to home, brothers and sisters."
Joe: [OOC] So wait. The super secret terrorist training camp was literally like, up a hill behind her house? No secret underground cave network? No masterful subterfuge?
Dane: [GM] Its in the middle of nowhere. On an island in the middle of nowhere. That's double-nowhere.
Joe: [OOC] Just saying that this kind of terrorist installation would give a Predator drone pilot an erection.
Kyle: [Bailey Hunt] Bailey smirks, getting a tad too cozy with Jenise. "Ever so humble, there ain't no place like 'ome."
Dane: [GM] Going to have to demand a roll out of you Kyle. Seeing the obscenely low odds of you being able to seduce someone you just met, who is an apocalyptic cultist, while you're maintaining several different lies.
[Kyle] ROLLS. [GM] RECEIVES RESULTS.
Dane: [GM] Jenise smirks right back at Bailey.
Ian: [OOC] Wow, he succeeded in THAT roll?
Kyle: [OOC] Maybe horn-dogging is Bailey's like... reverse Kyrptonite or something.
Soo: [OOC] Horn-dogging?
Joe: [OOC] So like his Green Lantern ring.
Kyle: [OOC] It's settled then. I will solve all future encounters with lechery!
Dane: [GM] Jenise leads the group down into the camp proper. "I'm not too important 'round the big folks in the Order. I jus' keep an eye on the road in'ter the camp. I'll walk yall to the people you need to meet. You'll be needin' to meet Grandmaster Trant first like everyone else."
Joe: [OOC] Oh "Grandmaster Trant". Sounds like a worthy first victim of our newly empowered cowboy.
Kyle: [OOC] Normally I would disagree with Joe, but I'm currently feeling drunk with power. If it has a hole, I shall roll!
Ian: [OOC] Please promise me that's not going to be a slogan.
Soo: [OOC] Is there an RPG that could prevent this sort of thing Ian?
Ian: [OOC] Well if we played Alchemicals in Exalted, we would all be magical robots. Alternatively we could play the Song of Ice and Fire RPG, where the setting subtly demands that all perversion be counterbalanced by horrible deaths.