Drano
Silvermasque
Van
Forge
Calliandra
Comartin
McCloud
Amy
Shimrod
Mephisto
Hopper
Karnon
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Comartin is excited to upgrade his armour. He opts for a set of vibro claws as opposed to a retractable sword.

He is also eager to get to know his squad mates better, and makes his way to meet up with 'Masque.

 Lunch for a giant Russian cyborg that's walked around half the planet and been shunted around most of the rest by a wide assortment of unpleasant people, explosions and inexplicable magical incidents, consists of several different kinds of nutrient paste and an unhappy expression - the ability to tear a hole in the side of a tank is, frankly, no substitute for the ability to really enjoy a good steak.

 On the other hand, he can still drink - not even the most demented warlord would have tried to take that away from his most loyal followers.

 Sitting peacably in a low crouch at the end of a table in the Rec Room that's part of the Pluto Company barracks when they're in town (which is saved from being a 'wreck' hall only by virtue of the presence of a pool table missing three of its balls, a dartboard with several bullet holes in it and a computer terminal that might, on a good day be coerced into running Pac-man 3D, 'Masque is waiting for people with a couple of bottles of genuine potato squeezings, a small stack of record chips and a portable computer, which he's idly tapping at as Comartin rolls on in...

He finds a place to sit near 'Masque and starts talking. "The suit's in the shop, can't friggin wait until it is ready you know? I wanna go shoot some shit with it right away..."

he pauses before changing topics. "So... I didn't bring grub or drinks... I can't handle another meal of rations... not while I am in Tolkeen. We need one of the other guys to bring something back..."

over the radio... "Hey Shimrod, can you grab us some grub, beer and maybe some vodka for our new LT?"

His attention returns to 'Masque. "So, what's it like being a cyborg?"
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 "Dear mother Matushka, save me from enthusiast..." remarks 'Masque wryly, raising one of the four hands available to him to briefly cover the impassive visor that's his means if viewing the world as though Comartin's appearance is somehow just too much for him, before chuckling softly and extending a second hand politely whilst the third comes up with a slim bottle that sloshes hearteningly in a 'you will regret drinking this in the morning' kind of way.

 "Did you end up going with big, unwieldy particle rifle in end or settle on inbuilt particle beam for when boom gun is too much gun?" he asks in the brief period when Comartin isn't talking, addressing the question afterwards with a low, deep chuckle... "Is being pretty good most of time - not so much here in America, but at home - is like being Cyber-knight. Only best and bravest are given chance to wear white tiger." - he lightly slaps his armoured chest with one hand, "Though are being times when I would kill for chance to eat steak again."

In repsonse to the particle beam question "Built in. It wont get blown up when I get covered in missiles again...". He shakes his head no at the offer of Silvermasque's drink "Maybe when the food gets here... I can't drink hard stuff on an empty stomach"

Van takes a shower.
PM

A tall, lanky marble-skinned D-Bee walks into the room and sets down a small satchel by a chair before sitting with Comartin and Silvermasque.

"Greetings, my name is Mah. I am looking for Lieutenant Lynn, Pluto Company Squad Two... do you know her location so that I may report for duty?"

Another even stranger D-Bee follows just behind Mah. He is a 7 foot tall grasshopper, wearing armour, and carrying several energy weapons...

"I am Hopper, I am here for Squad Three... Silvermasque?"
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 "Is probably wise decision." answers 'Masque, tipping a finger or so of the highly suspicious fluid into a glass and setting it alight with the casual pass of a spark-test from some sort of cybernetic device built into one hand, whereupon it burns with an alarmingly high-test blue flame which he casually blows out before downing it - the arrival of two new folks brings his head up and he offers a smooth nod to both, "Am not knowing about Portia, but she should be contactable with squad channel - if you are having transfer paperwork, I will be giving you codes." he states to the first arrival, before fixing the second with a slightly tilted head and a low chuckle.

 "I guess it is to be taking all sorts, da? - I am being 'Masque - be drawing yourself up a seat if you are sitting." - half-turning he fishes out another glass and sets it on the table nearby and makes to pour before pausing and giving the tall grasshopper-like creature another look, "Is your sort being able to metabolise alcohol?"

Drano retuning from the Mars Company laager walks into the recreation room and pulls a bottle of booze out of the refrigerator. He takes swig then sits down. He ignores the new arrivals for now, but observes the two dee-bees.

Quietly having just seen Drano entering ahead of her so as not to draw his attention a short D-Bee barely topping 4'6" and looking like a very small mix between a cheetah and a woman Amy slips into the rec room.  Glancing around the various tables she doesn't immediately find herself a seat but drifts along the walls for a bit watching the rest looking for a friendly looking group.

Hopper moves in closer to Silvermasque, reaching out towards his face with his antennae.

"I have had a drink or two in my time of living... Not usually this early in the day however... but I will not risk ruining my first impression by refusing my first gift."

Hopper gladly accepts the drink, but then coughs and swallows for the next few seconds until the burning in his throat goes away.

Mah provides Silvermasque with a palm computer with his orders and such info, in hopes of getting the radio channel to contact Portia.