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OOC: HOLY FUCK THAT'S A LOT TO CATCH UP WITH, GAH.

/me kicks himself for getting so far behind!

Sorry sorry sorry!

IC:

Anthony looked at James, quietly, for a long moment. Not in shock - his eyes were a bit wide, but definitely bright and intelligent. He'd been watching scenes unfolding from the kitchen, and paying attention to what people did, as there seemed to have been no need to interfere, yet.

"You see to have the fort down, at the moment. At least beyond a need for my aid."

However, he does have a chef's knife gleaming in his hand, held backwards in a dagger grip ... he uses the pommel to gesture to where the fire extinguisher is as he speaks. Anthony moves quick, rubber-banding a towel around the blade of the knife to improvise a sheath and shoving it into the back of his belt, and a shorter paring knife gets stabbed into a potato and pocketed as he speaks, while pointing to the pans, and then grabbing the fire extinguisher.

"Of course we've got one, we might fail the food inspector, but not OSHA." The man flashed a grim grin, and then set the red cylinder down on the counter with a thunk. "Here. And some pans. Stainless, but stainless should do."

ooc: update tonight after work..

Posted Wed Dec 07, 2005 12:58 pm:

ooc: short update, since I got home from my first shift early. More will be up tonight, just wanted to post this so that the scene could move along before I got back tonight. Also, I am going to send out a few PMs, and have to take over a character pretty soon..

With the added help at the door, Eric can relax a little. Reaching down for his cane, he finds that it is just barley out of his reach. He has a choice to make, he can either snatch up the cane, or keep the door closed. If he were to call another over to help, the area would be too crowded for both Eric and Sharron to maintain thier grips and focus thier stregnth on keeping the door closed, something that Eric's past experience makes all too painfully clear.

James inspects the extinguisher, seeing if it is CO2 or dry chemical. Either would be useful, but CO2 moreso. He also looks at the frying pans, and gets "the" pan. That genericly large pan that you always wondered what was cooked in it. Is it the uber omelette? Or the entire cow? That's unimportant now, the bigger and heavier it is, the harder it hits.
If that freak gets in, is there a back exit?

As he strained, trying to reach the cane, his only real weapon aside from a charming smile and bright, boyish eyes, he blinked. One of those long, You're kidding me. blinks. Then he straightened, and stared into the glass, at the plague-breathing vagabond. Both hands now on the crossbar, between him and the far-too-powerful-not-to-be-attractive college girl, that door wasn't moving.

Ever have one of those moments where you realize you're a complete and utter moron? He was having one of them, right now.

A glance back at Sandy, comatose on the floor. Sandy, who practically ran the building. Sandy, who had the...

"KEYS! Get Sandy's keys, for the door!"

ooc: fyi, the lock that you would use the keys on is on the outside..
.. and to whoever looks for them.. she doesnt have her keys on her.

ooc: Uhm. Then you could just lock everybody inside a Dennys and they couldn't get out. Safety violation.

OOC: Nope. Think harder.

OOC: Bah. Then we're raiding Sandy's employee locker for her car keys and her PO Box, then. Damn crazy Denny's lady. And we're going to house and killing her cat.

On with the show...

Either the lunatic outside was the strongest homeless man that ever lived, or Eric was actually starting to get up there in years. This tug o' war wasn't going to last too long, even with the girl with arms like steel cables helping. Damn the construction manager that decided 'Hey, our doors should open outward! Because that way nobody can wedge the door shut easily from the inside to avoid attack!'.

"Not.. gonna hold.. Any bright ideas back there?!", he yelled over his shoulder, as sweat was starting to stain his forehead. It was like fighting a tow-cable attached to a goddamn winch. This guy really wanted in BAD, and it wasn't just to use the bathroom, he was for-damned-sure.

"K,k,kill him!" Erin yelled. "You did it to that other guy! It's not like we'd all turn you in for it! We're all in danger too!"

OOC: Mike, do I think I can grab Eric's cane and hand it to him without disrupting all the door-holding going on?

ooc: nope... Update after i eat..

OOC: It's fairly crowded at the doorway just this second, which is fair. Most doors are only 3 feet wide, anyway, and we're moving our feet and struggling against alot of force right now. We might trip and fall on top of you, and present the zombie a three-course meal. Heh.

OOC: I can see the evil gleam in Mike's eyes from here.

"Yeah! Great idea! There a back door here?! Somebody sneak out and break this guy's knees for us!"

Containing alot of his normal sarcastic humor for the moment, which is admirable considering the situation, Eric maintains his grip on the door. His old muscles weren't about to give in quite yet, but they were definitely going to give him hell tomorrow. Another sharp tug by the raving psychopath outside forced him to grunt, cutting off anything else he might have said to keep his grip.

ooc: mmmm homemade soup.. nothing else like it on a cold day..
As far as evil grins.. they look good on me
IC:
The pull of the door from the other side becomes a little tougher for both Eric and Sharron. While they are feeling a bit fatigued after pulling on the door for so long, the guy on the other side doesn't seem to have expended any energy. Perhaps he didnt feel the strain the same way they did, or maybe it was just that this guy was hopped on on some powerful drugs. Whatever it was they werent gaining any ground here, in fact they are starting to lose some ground, and are begining to have a hard time keeping the door in its current position

Back in the kitchen, there is nothing else to be had besides what they already both have. The remaining pans appear to be in pretty bad shape with loose rivets on the handles, and a visible weakening of the metal. heck, even the pan that James now has is only in decent shape. These pans must have gotten a lot of use, and the management was unwilling to shell out for better ones. Surely if someone from corporate were to come, this place wouldnt exactly pass the visit with flying colors..

ooc: TSO, send me a PM about the fire extinguisher.. and i will answer it there :-p.
There will also probably be another update before i go to bed if one is called for.. At the very least there will be one up when i come home tomorrow. I am very happy with the pace of this RP Thanks for playing along with it for the time being. Anyone have an update on christmas?

OOC: Full-out attack, ditch and run, or try to negotiate with the terrorists.. Hrm.

Erin hops to her feet and stumbles into the kitchen. Acknowledging Anthony as an employee, she grabs up an armful of the pots and pans James is looking over. She turns back to the cook and screams, "I need some linen bags and potatoes!", eyes visibly beginning to tear up.

"RIGHT NOW!"

OOC: But honestly.. solvent, hairspray, linen bags and potatoes.. We're hopeless.