Invader Len

Stand Still. Stay Silent.

Either one, though he probably wouldn't have done much fighting with either, like cleansers and hunters. He provides reconnaissance, pick out out dangerous spots, areas with stuff that can be salvaged, or safe places to set up a camp.

Stand Still. Stay Silent.

@AliceZaru thank you for telling me, rest assured we probably won't get to other scenes without you.

And guys... I'm gonna level with you here... Sometimes, I forget I'm GM...

Primrose Terrace

And then I can bring in da monkeys!

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#1

Warm coat. Hide or leather or fur, with fur trimmings probably. easy to move in, and never shorter than knee length. Usually worn with trousers or a long skirt.

#2

The kind of wear one would wear under the coat or by itself. Notice her pants are bulky, without restricting movement or losing heat. They are good pants for squatting, crouching, kneeling, sitting, as they don't bend or stretch as other pants do, making this sort of movement easier. Her clothes are not ornate and are very loose and bulky. Again, this makes for better movement, and the sweater keeps the shoulders of the shirt from slipping down farther than they need to be. Practicality over sexiness.

#3

A different kind of wear, this one relies less on warmth and range of motions than it does speed and fluidity. The tight pants, made from thin hide and leather, slim the legs, minimalizing touching so that the wearer can run without their own legs getting in the way. The same with the sleeves, the whole assortment covered by the wool tunic/hood combo, both for modesty's sake and warmth. Not recommended for winter weather, unless you have a coat.

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Keuruu

Suvi looked behind her in surprise when she heard Arto's voice, appearing surprised. Slightly embarrassed that she had done something so silly, but more annoyed than anything, she gave the young man a scolding pinch on the ear, frowning at him.
"Well, if you had known it was me, you should have said something! Arto Enestam, I am up to here with your antics!" she reprimanded him, letting go of his ear and putting her hands on her hips.

She looked over her shoulder as the other two approached, a stoic young girl with a cat on her shoulder, and another young man, who seemed very excited and red faced. Her face brightened, her mouth parting into a smile.
"Ah! You're all here, then! Great! Now, let's all sit down, I can answer any questions you have about the expedition. The rest of our team arrives here in four or five days, giving us plenty of time to pack, prepare, and wait! Now, before we get started, I have a question." she said, sitting down at the table with Arto, stealing a piece of his bread.
"Have any of you ever encountered a Beast, Troll, or Giant alone?"

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Reykjavik

Oskar laughed when the boy made his sarcastic remark, patting him on the back.
"Yes, yes, come on, running is good for you. Trust me, the rest of this ride is going to be boring, you'll have plenty of time to catch your breath later. Come on now, we have to go and reserve some beds now, otherwise we'll be left sleeping on the floor, and no proper Cleanser should have a bad night's rest before he meets his crew mates. Let's go!" he encouraged him, starting towards the inside of the protective shields. Once the ship set off, the shields would be closed, to keep those inside safe from the attacks of Sea Beasts. They walked past a pair of cats on patrol, who kept their heads held high and a watchful eye on the two travelers as they passed by.

Making their way below decks to the communal bunks, some of them were already taken by people who had a similar idea. Oskar set his bag and coat down on one bed, sitting down on it comfortably.
"You'll find that the beds here are hard as rocks, but being a Cleanser, no doubt you've had times when you've gone without sleeping in a real bed, hmm? It used to be a real luxury outside of Iceland to have them! Almost like owning a boat or a house or cat! Things are much better now, most people in urbanized ares have some kind of mattress or another. I tried launching a business in selling mattresses once. Except, it turns out trying to resell used mattresses is illegal, and I got shut down. Oh well, I tried, right?" he said, laughing.

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Bornholm

Hedvig occasionally took a moment away from her brooding to look out into the crowd, scanning it for anyone out of the ordinary. That skarl girl... Why did she have to be the one to meet her? She didn't like Danes... They were so stupid sounding, like they had potatoes in their mouths all the time. Not only that, but their lack of moral was annoying. The Swede's had suffered many terrible losses, but they had never ever stopped their cleansing project. It was because the Danes had been too egotistical, wanting to take back Copenhagen, what nonsense!

She spotted a girl dressed differently from the warmly dressed merchants or the weather worn fishermen. No, she was dressed like a rich, Icelandic private student in the summer. Clearly not a native of the area, but not an Icelander. None of them would be so stupid as to wear something like that in winter.
She got up, downing her drink and setting it on the counter, extinguishing her cigarette and throwing it in a puddle. She walked up to the girl, putting a heavy hand on her shoulder with almost striking force.
"Hedvig. Get inside, you look stupid." she said with a thick accent, her narrow eyes fearsome, like glaring yellow orbs of an Old World beast.

Stand Still. Stay Silent.

Damiann47 said
Is neopets still a thing? Pretty sure club penguin is still around, but man haven't seen a neopet for a long while.

Oh, yeah, they're still going wicked strong. Totally don't know this because I have one or anything, pfft. Who cares about them Xweetoks, amiright?

Working on a post immediately!

Edit: @AliceZaru Just FYI, Bornholm isn't a city. It's the entire island where the nation of denmark is located (well, in this universe anyways). You can't leave Bornholm without leaving Denmark.
The base itself, however, is to the north of Rønne, it's capital and largest port. In addition, the outfit you posted... not very prudent, considering the weather and wealth of denmark, as well as the nature of the mission. But, you will all wear the same uniforms once the expedition begins, so I suppose wearing that while you can would not be out of the question. Hedvig will not be impressed, however.

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Wonderful posts, everyone! I'll get on a spot to everyone on e my babysitting duties are over (I gave the munchkins the computer to appease them, they're playing neopets or club penguin or something)

The Underwood Society [McHaggis & Invader Len]

Give me liberty, or give me death- actually, just give me liberty. Or a gift card. I'm not picky.

Sorry for the delay in posting, yesterday was fairly exhausting what with setting up the other RP.

The Underwood Society [McHaggis & Invader Len]

Harley nodded to him politely as he gave her the instructions, trying not to show how hurried she went up the stairs. What a horrible first impression she must have made! He had been expecting her to be a man, of all things! She knew she never mentioned her gender specifically in their letters, but she hadn't though it was relevant to the topic of discussion! Was her handwriting truly so masculine?

Forgetting Findlay's warning about the last step, she tripped, her feet slipping out from under her as she belly-flopped hard onto the landing with an audible thud. She groaned painfully, shakily getting back to her feet, and continued on, trying to salvage her dignity. She had banged her knee fairly hard on the way down, and once she was out of eyesight- and earshot- she hopped up and down, clutching in and hissing out silent curses under her breath. Lord above, this manor was a death trap! That was the second time she had tripped since entering, and she knew, or holed, that she wasn't that clumsy!

Grumbling bitterly, she turned into the right hallway, taking the last room on the right. Opening the door, she was very much surprised by the cleanliness of the room, it was a completely different atmosphere. Everything was neat and eloquent, from the satin sheets on the four poster bed, to the plush carpet covering the old oak floors. Perhaps she had misjudged Mister Findlay before, and he wasn't the slob she had perceived him to be.

She placed her suitcase on the bed, carefully opening it up and taking out her equipment. Beakers, vials, Bunsen burners, microscopes, lenses, glasses, paper and ink pens, rulers, an abacus, red wax candles, chalk, her sketchbook and charcoal, strong soap, mortal and pestle, knifes and dissecting tools, books on anatomy, chemistry, mathematics, physics, forensics, criminology, philosophy, and history. She arranged them all precisely and nearly on the desk and table, moving the sewing machine and vase of white lilies to different locations.

Done setting up, she caught a glance of herself in the mirror, and frowned. Of dear, she did look a mess. Her blonde curls were damp and tangling, makeup running, her shoulders were soaked and hem splattered with mud. She couldn't appear in civilized company like this! Closing the door, she quickly stripped herself down to her bloomers and petticoat, taking out one of her spare dresses. A dark olive color, she had never liked the dress very much, but it was the best quality dress she had, a gift from her aunt in New York. She hadn't touched the parcels sent by her parents and siblings, no doubt they were accumulating at her address in Carlisle by now.

She redid her makeup, and combed her hair, pinning it back in an effort to remain professional, yet formal. Spare stockings and her dress shoes were harder to find, she eventually settled for her brown slippers, hoping the skirts were long enough to hide her shoes.
Having done the best she could to make herself presentable, she hung up her dress to dry, hurrying back downstairs to the lounge to speak with Findlay. She found him at the window, staring out at the weather.
"My apologies for keeping you waiting, Mister Findlay. I hope we may now discuss the subjects mentioned in our letters, regarding the supernatural?" She asked, not beating around the bush.

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Sweet. I'll give the other finns a chance to respond before I get on my next post. I'll bring in the twins to bump up posting speed, if needed.