OOC: mudling, you don't need to add 'IC' to every action your characters make. You can use '*' instead (both at beginning and end of the line), like this:
*they walked along the corridors*
Well, only if you want to use the script-like RPing style instead of the story-telling style, that is.
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Arnie and Otto were walking towards the door of the Executive entry hall, closely followed by RG, when they heard a knock from the door. They stopped, wondering who that could be. RG moved swiftly to the door. "I will open the door if you do not mind, Boss." he said, with his hand at the door's control panel.
"Sure, RG. But I don't think you should be so cautious, at this of the day. No one would come up here so early. Do you expect someone to attack us?" said Arnie sarcastically.
"It is a basic tactical advantage if you strike when the target is least expecting it. I believe that is enough to be suspicious, Boss. But no disrespect." said RG, turning his head towards Arnie.
"Just open it, will you? Or is this a tactic of yours? Making the enemy bore to death or something?" said Otto impatiently.
RG turned back to face the door and pulled a slider upwards, making the door open. There stood an armored female Grubb (PJ) and a young Clakker (Charlie). Apparently, RG found the former more interesting, since she looked like a warrior. The robot raised his rifle, and took a defensive stance, trying to shield the Glukkons behind him. "State your business. And explain why are you equipped with weapons. Quite obvious, though I would like to hear your version." he adressed the Grubb.
Arnie leant sideways to see the newcomers. "I don't know, RG. Do you really think they are here to hurt anybody?"
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Rick was woken by the light soaring in the Cafeteria through a high window. He didn't open his eyes, but he noticed that his back hurt. He felt he was lying on the floor. His eyelids opened, and he saw that he was lying behind the kitchen counters. "It would be time for a good snooze in my own bed for a change." he thought as he scrambled to his feet and stretched. "Well, time for some breakfast, I suppose."
He brought the usual amount of Scrab Legs from the freezer in the storage room which was behind the kitchen area. He put the tray of Scrab Legs into the oven and turned it on. After he finished this, he grabbed a rag and started cleaning the counter.
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