THE SQUAD DOES AN INTRO: GROUP MEET UP - [modplot] [event] [free-for-all]

[wildermods]

THE SQUAD DOES AN INTRO: GROUP MEET UP
OOC POST
The Green's binding spell finally works out its kinks and the entire group is teleported into the same area in the center of the city, near the statues of the Tin Man, Cowardly Lion, and Scarecrow.

Everyone in the group feels a tingling sensation as the magic sets in place and binds them. Anyone that tries to leave will now find themselves being teleported back if they wander too far. The group will have to try to stay together when it moves now.

They have a little bit of time to figure things out.

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OOC INFO
✦ Post in actionspam format. Plots and mod-run events in the game are meant to be in actionspam format to keep a brisk pace.

✦ Free-for-all Post. This event will be in "free-for-all" format, meaning that threadhopping is encouraged and that threading should be treated in the same conversational way as network posts.

✦ By now, the language magic should be fully in place. By now, everyone should have magically learned Sylvaen so that everyone can speak it fluently and understand each other.

Comments

[balladin]

[ Robbie glares at Dixon and tries to not sound like he's ready to strangle him for not knowing when to shut up. Rob regularly puts a toe over the line - the man seems to want to leave the line in the dust. ]

Nobody's getting sacrificed to the sun god. The volcano god is another story, so maybe you don't want to win the fight for resident hothead. I hear that's a particularly favored sacrifice.

[ The sarcasm flows like lava. ]

And can we not do us versus them? We just got here. You - [ Now he turns to the lady and wrinkless his nose a little. ] I vote no more weapons until everyone chills waaay out.

[awfulcer]

I'll shove you in a volcano.

[As much as Dixon loves to continue to instigate and escalate, it's getting to be enough for even him, and instead of listening to the planning and regrouping, he decides now's a great time to peace out. So he just pulls his iPod out of his jacket and turns it on, drowning condescending assholes like Brainiac out with Puccini and walking away. He sets down at the foot of a ruined wall about twenty yards away, lighting up another cigarette and glaring at the whole group.]

[balladin]

Hey, at least you'd be picking on someone your own size!