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Josephus I said:[OOC: Well what did you want me to do?
OK. I'll play along.
Boom. A bomb goes off killing everybody in the room. Josephus, P.N.H., and everyone else is now dead.
Funeral services to be held shortly.]
(OOC: Oh come on now, you've been here long enough that you know you can't have drone's jumping on bombs. Mel pointed this out to me and he's right. If you REALLY can't think your way out of this one, allow me to impart the only obvious solution. To quote a certain Monty Python movie...
RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!)
About to read to the convention participants the new Party Manifesto, Josephus is distracted by the commotion at the door right beside the podium. He looks around. A security guard whispers something to him. Josephus turns to his audience.
Comrades, there is a good chance a bomb is about to go off in this room. I suggest we leave the building quickly but in an ordered fashion.
With that said, Josephus grabs his papers and rushes out of the building
Comrades, there is a good chance a bomb is about to go off in this room. I suggest we leave the building quickly but in an ordered fashion.
With that said, Josephus grabs his papers and rushes out of the building
Thankfully, fire doors on the opposite side of the convention hall are easily accessible, and delegates begin to file out quickly but orderly.
Security radios the local police HQ while helping move people toward the exits.
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Security radios the local police HQ while helping move people toward the exits.
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*P.N.H. returns from a lengthy bathroom break and notices the general commotion*
What the...?
*quickly exits the building, trailing a bit of toilet paper*
What the...?
*quickly exits the building, trailing a bit of toilet paper*
Josephus catches up to PNH and pulls him by the toilet paper.
It isn't over. Pass the word around, we'll meet again at a secret location.
Josephus
It isn't over. Pass the word around, we'll meet again at a secret location.
Josephus
The delegates make great haste in hurrying from the building, and across the street. Some keep going, further, without stopping.
Sirens can be heard in the distance.
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Sirens can be heard in the distance.
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*Walks in after returning from his 'important buisiness trip', and is about to get some refreshments when a security guard, running for his life, takes him with along*
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KABOOM!
From a safe distance, the delegates (that did not continue to flee) see windows and debris blow out into the street from the shockwave of the explosion.
Apparently not strong enough to level the building the bomb certainly would have led to the loss of many lives had the delegates remained. Broken tables, wood paneling, and socialist literature flutter to the ground.
Police authorities arrive on the scene and begin to erect a safety barrrier around the blast area.
(OOC
lease continue meeting at a SECOND Eutopian Democratic Congress site if you like, and allow any discussion, investigations, etc. to continue here. Hopefully this will prevent you from having your serious policy discussions interupted by bomb-sniffing dog patrols, witness interrogation, etc. Thanks. )
*Marine arrived on the site right behind police, and didn't foget to take a nice photo of some delegates eating sandwiches while watching the exploded building, and P.N.H trailing toilet paper. After that he turns to Josephus*
Marine here from Eutopian Daily Record, could you tell us why some of the delegates bothered to take as much sandwiches as they could before running away?
Marine here from Eutopian Daily Record, could you tell us why some of the delegates bothered to take as much sandwiches as they could before running away?