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Night 1, Part 1
Commander Volcott O. Huey walked through the automated double doors to the main room, manila folder in hand. All 5 of his Angels were present, which he noted with inner delight and outward satisfaction.
"Oh good, you're all here. It looks like we have another civilian deal on our hands."
"That's just great. Who are we baby-sitting this time?" Forte said.
"You're not 'baby-sitting' anyone. In fact, this isn't even a mission."
Five sets of ears perked up at this. Mint voiced everyone's thoughts. "So we don't even have to do it?"
"Well...no, I suppose you don't HAVE to, but I think you'll want to. It turns out that the Angel Team is quite well known down on Transbaal among the public, to the point that Transbaal has seen the creation of web rings and fan clubs centered around you."
"Wow, you mean we're FAMOUS?" Ranpha said excitedly.
"To an extent, yes. Now, one of these fan clubs, while relatively small in size, raised enough Galas to take a group trip here to this station. The military has not learned of any recent Lost Technology rumors, so they gave this group the green light to come here and gave all of you the day off tomorrow to spend it with them."
Celebration and enthusiastic talk ensued among the girls, both at the prospect of being famous and for getting tomorrow off.
Volcott, however, was not finished. "However, we will need to provide some food for our guests tomorrow, and of course other general preparation needs to be done..."
Forte stood up. "Say no more. We'll go out on a supermarket run. C'mon, girls, let's go."
Volcott stopped her from leaving. "Wait, you can't ALL go. I don't want to clean up by myself. And what if a mission pops up?"
"Milfeulle can stay behind and help you out."
Milfeulle did not like the prospect of that idea. "What? Why do I have to stay? That's not fair, I wanna go too!"
"Because if any one of us can complete a mission on their own, it's you with your luck. You'll probably be making the food too, so think of this as a cooking game since you won't know what we'll be getting," Mint said.
"Oh, that sounds like fun! Okay, I'll do it!"
The other four angels left for the hangar, with all but Vanilla snickering at getting away with taking today off as well as sticking Milfeulle with all the actual work. Volcott watched them go and sighed to himself. I really wish they wouldn't take advantage of her like that...
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talisman
hydrojakep
whorlichan
blahblah18
dAnceguy117
Tasselfoot
Kefit
lightdarkness
JurseyRider734
GuidoHunter
HansSky
evilbutterfly
deltro300111
Tps222
Omeganitros
Kagome
Wolves, send me your mark choice. Everyone else, it's time to play The Waiting Game.
For the record, only wolves got PMs.
NOTE: I did some thinking, and I'm going to make a slight edit to how this is run. If the seer sees a wolf, I might not reveal them as the seer when they die.
Night 1, Part 1
Commander Volcott O. Huey walked through the automated double doors to the main room, manila folder in hand. All 5 of his Angels were present, which he noted with inner delight and outward satisfaction.
"Oh good, you're all here. It looks like we have another civilian deal on our hands."
"That's just great. Who are we baby-sitting this time?" Forte said.
"You're not 'baby-sitting' anyone. In fact, this isn't even a mission."
Five sets of ears perked up at this. Mint voiced everyone's thoughts. "So we don't even have to do it?"
"Well...no, I suppose you don't HAVE to, but I think you'll want to. It turns out that the Angel Team is quite well known down on Transbaal among the public, to the point that Transbaal has seen the creation of web rings and fan clubs centered around you."
"Wow, you mean we're FAMOUS?" Ranpha said excitedly.
"To an extent, yes. Now, one of these fan clubs, while relatively small in size, raised enough Galas to take a group trip here to this station. The military has not learned of any recent Lost Technology rumors, so they gave this group the green light to come here and gave all of you the day off tomorrow to spend it with them."
Celebration and enthusiastic talk ensued among the girls, both at the prospect of being famous and for getting tomorrow off.
Volcott, however, was not finished. "However, we will need to provide some food for our guests tomorrow, and of course other general preparation needs to be done..."
Forte stood up. "Say no more. We'll go out on a supermarket run. C'mon, girls, let's go."
Volcott stopped her from leaving. "Wait, you can't ALL go. I don't want to clean up by myself. And what if a mission pops up?"
"Milfeulle can stay behind and help you out."
Milfeulle did not like the prospect of that idea. "What? Why do I have to stay? That's not fair, I wanna go too!"
"Because if any one of us can complete a mission on their own, it's you with your luck. You'll probably be making the food too, so think of this as a cooking game since you won't know what we'll be getting," Mint said.
"Oh, that sounds like fun! Okay, I'll do it!"
The other four angels left for the hangar, with all but Vanilla snickering at getting away with taking today off as well as sticking Milfeulle with all the actual work. Volcott watched them go and sighed to himself. I really wish they wouldn't take advantage of her like that...
---
talisman
hydrojakep
whorlichan
blahblah18
dAnceguy117
Tasselfoot
Kefit
lightdarkness
JurseyRider734
GuidoHunter
HansSky
evilbutterfly
deltro300111
Tps222
Omeganitros
Kagome
Wolves, send me your mark choice. Everyone else, it's time to play The Waiting Game.
For the record, only wolves got PMs.
NOTE: I did some thinking, and I'm going to make a slight edit to how this is run. If the seer sees a wolf, I might not reveal them as the seer when they die.
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