Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20190410170538/@comment-25218347-20190412115439

Jacket was downing a bottle at the bar. Felt like he spent all his time here now. Felt like it was his home.

Biker was riding around, looking for some decent-looking place to go and get something to eat.

The last Fan watched Biker drive by. She wondered what she had missed in her downtime. She should probably go check on that old safehouse

“Right.” He pulled out a radio. “Manon, any progress on the doors?”

“Doors are functioning at minimum capacity. I can attempt to open the airlocks and flush the intruders out.”

“Try it.”

“Please retreat to a safe room.”