Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190417003707/@comment-5543592-20190417195856

Other than the scattered items on the workbench before her, there was nothing.

In the Lucky 38, Randall twirled one of his knife around the table in front of him, bored, his legs kicked up on the computer console. Suddenly, one of the lights before him began to flash red as an alert.

"That can't be good." He reached out and tapped on it with a finger, which did nothing. "Ah, shit, why's it always a computer." He muttered, lowering his legs and scootching back, taking in the array before him. There were a lot of keys and buttons.

"Alright, what's this one do..." He tapped the key nearest the light.

In Morgan's little room, the walls started to groan.

"I ain't ever seen this shit before." Josey muttered, drawing his revolver also.