Bobbie’s Comments (group member since May 15, 2011)

Bobbie’s comments from the ROLEPLAY! It's not like I have something better to do (: group.

"Yeah," Jordan agreed. He had never had much success with coming up with good excuses for being somewhere he shouldn't. "Anyway, I made copies for each of us, but it would probably be better if we memorized the map instead of carrying it with us." He looked across the room at the bulging bags the girls had brought with them. "Now, do I get to see what y'all got done, or...?"

((Flame-o, hotman. It sure is a firey day today!))

((Heheh. "Barmy."))

((Haha, 2 against one. Hidden offices wins :D ))

"I'm flattered to hear that," Jordan remarked. "Because I think that whatever we're trying to find will be in the death trap bits, where it's less likely normal people would find. You know, like... hidden offices or something."

((I guess. But I still think it would be fun to have them running through a ruined part of the castle.

Also, I wonder if these "offices" are hidden, so they're actually somewhere in the "death trap bits".))

((bleh what?? I don't remember anything about offices...))

"Okay," Jordan said. He placed the map flat on the bed and pointed to it as he spoke. "It was actually pretty hard to find a map of this place; I had to construct most of it myself, and it's not entirely to scale. But from what I can find out, the ball is going to be held here-" he pointed to a large entrance hall, "-with some other open rooms here and here." He pointed to a small number of rooms near the main hall. "Of course, that leaves a lot of the rest of castle. No one's been taking very good care of the castle, which means any place that's 'roped off,' so to say, is basically a death trap. And you know we're going to end up there somehow."

"Studying," Jordan suggested. "And acing tests." He leaned over and plucked the map from Cai's hands and then waved it in front of the girls. "Hey...? I did actually get stuff done, that you might want to know about."

"Yeah," Jordan said, a dreamy look passing over his face. He was imagining riding an elephant into a secure complex, knocking over razor wire and sending guards scrambling. Of course, the elephant had impervious skin. It wouldn't do to have his ride torn up by wire and bullets.

"Don't forget the classic poison ring," Jordan added. "If you need a weapon, then practically anything can be turned into a poison injector, or a blowdart tube. Lipstick. Mascara. You don't even need to add anything to the shoes to make them deadly. Did you know stilettos can punch holes in a floor, but not elephants?" He gave the map to Cai and leaned back again.

"Assassinate someone how?" Jordan asked in between bites. "And I'm sorry, but suits are not easy to deal with. They're so tight and restricting, they practically force you to behave like a proper gentleman just by wearing them." He swallowed some rice and then pulled his laptop towards him. "On the plus side, I now know more about this castillo than anyone else going to the ball. Except for whoever's going to try to kill us." He found the map he had made and showed it to the girls.

"I just told you," Jordan said as he carefully lifted out his container of paella, "I learned valuable info on the girls of this region." He eyed the girls' shopping bags apprehensively. "Looks like you guys got some stuff done..."

"I can tell you that the girls here are as hot as the food," Jordan said, as he sprang up from the bed. He grabbed a bag out of Saffy's hands, dodging the (expected) swipe from Cai, and flopped down on the bed again. "Ooh, paella," he said appreciatively.

((My dress is turquoise with a sparkly single-shoulder strap, and really long. It looks surprisingly good on me.))

"I wonder where the girls are," Jordan wondered aloud as he lay on his back on the bed, his laptop running beside him and papers scattered around him. His stomach rumbled and he winced. "And if they have food."

((Lol. I'm reading about all this dress shopping and thinking about my prom dress and heels and jewelry...

Jordan is still planning while the girls are gone))

((Well, hey may have done a bit... but he's not amazing. ;) ))

((Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to imply that Jordan was hacking like Cai... Not exactly. He just knows how to find information on the Internet a lot better than your average person. So there's pretty much no hacking, just looking for and finding information in unexpected places.))

((all this shopping and Jordan's still stuck at the hotel...))

"I should probably figure out some escape plans," Jordan murmured to himself. "How to avoid the obvious attempts at kidnapping or killing that will happen to us while we're there..." After some creative searching on the Internet, Jordan obtained a map of the castillo and started plotting.

((I am jealous that the girls get to go shopping while all Jordan's going to do is pick up his suit from the rent-a-tux place. Boys are so lame...))

Jordan frowned at the website he had found for the castle hosting the ball. According to it, the castle (castillo, he reminded himself) was an old and very historic ruin located "in scenic mountains well away from modern life." It was very large, and not in good repair. Jordan supposed that wherever the ball would be - the actual room, that is - and a few other areas would be all that the guests were allowed into. The rest of the castle would be blocked off.

The problem was, what with their collective curiosity and talent for finding trouble, it would be all too easy to end up in one of the oldest, most crumbling part of the castle... and if one of them was killed our injured, then 1) it would be easy to make look like an accident and 2) miles from the nearest city, it would be a long time until any help would be able to arrive.

((Dawwwww. Jordan is going to need a cold shower after seeing those two. Especially Cai.))

Jordan eyed Cai's suitcase, then went to unpack his drum kit. He ran through a couple of exercises before becoming bored, then the got out his laptop and started searching the net for details about the benefit ball they were attending.