THIS IS A STICK-UP

[these_balls]

Who: All workers in the Goldenrod Radio Tower, Rocket or otherwise. Also, any people who are touring the tower at the time.
Where: Goldenrod Radio Tower
When: Wednesday evening.
Summary: ROCKETS. ROCKETS EVERYWHERE.
Rating: G-PG13 for violence and possible language
Log:

ooc: Thanks for your patience, guys! Please feel free to make your own threads depending on where your characters are and who they're interacting with! Communicate with your fellow players as much as possible to make sure everything flows okay and nobody's needing to pull crazy time travel shenanigans to get everything done!
Mods will be available to NPC characters by request, so feel free to contact any of us if you need some help!

That's about it! HAVE FUN, GANG.

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[usedbadpun.livejournal.com]

Slick gave him a look, handed him the knife in his hand and gestured to the rest of the employees.

"You got one shot to impress me."

[cynicizing.livejournal.com]

Well, this just kept getting better and better—and that was meant in the most sarcastic way possible.

"How generous," he replied as he took the knife, idly turning it over in his hand. Then he turned to the employees, a light smirk on his face.

"All right, you heard him. You little dipshits have got one chance to start talkin' or else you're gonna get real acquainted with this—" He holds up the knife. "—soon."

[usedbadpun.livejournal.com]

'Soon'. Slick was waiting for Santa to do something better then that, you could tell by the look on his face.

[cynicizing.livejournal.com]

Fortunately, he wasn't out to impress anyone—just get out of this alive and preferably with no one dead.

"Come on! Don't tell me none of you fuckers value your lives." He grabbed the collar of the nearest NPC, much like Slick had, before holding the knife to his neck. The man mumbled something.

"Sorry, didn't quite catch that." He put pressure on the knife until it cut the skin, though only enough for a drop of blood. It was just for show, after all. "It's not like I need you alive, you know? Can always ask someone else."

Finally, the employee stammered out the password. Santa roughly tossed him aside, before glancing at Slick.

[usedbadpun.livejournal.com]

Slick wrote down the password and took the knife back.

"Not bad. You have potential."

[cynicizing.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Santa said, in a way that suggested he wasn't particularly thankful, actually.

"So what now? We're just gonna keep doing this until we're sure we got all the passwords?"

[usedbadpun.livejournal.com]

"So once we get them we'll run them to the other...idiots that are working with us." He fiddled with the knife.

"Let's keep this up until we have them all for sure."