The house of Dracos

[Dracos]

"Oh well..."

Dracos heads out figuring he'd take a ride around town for a bit, and enjoy the brutally cold weather in the way only sadistic southerners can. "Hey Rez, Gin, if ya feel like takin' a tour nows your chance."  He slips on his heavy coats and heads out to his car.

Dracos

[Rezantis]

"Nah.  Cold, and I've got some more screwing aroudn I feel like doing.  Thanks, though."

Rez wandered back to the computer(s) and sat down, going through email (his hotmail) and various other forum-type-things.

[Ginrai]

"Feel like staying inside as well.  Not in the mood to do much."

[Dracos]

Dracos shrugs and heads out to drive around town for about an hour.

Dracos
Timeskipping goodness

[Brian]

Boston is dealing with the overabundance of snow somewhat poorly, but the city survives, and you are able to navigate the concrete labrynth of highways quite easily.  Not, of course, that you had anywhere specific to go.

Ginrai and Rez continued with the ownage until the late hours of the evening, and you are woken at about 6:00 AM by a knock at the door.

It's now Saturday, the seventh, at 6:00 AM (EST).

[Dracos]

Dracos grumbles, getting up, smacking himself and noting if it is a telemarketer they will die.  Getting something decent on he goes and checks the door.

Dracos

[Brian]

Fortunately for you, it is not, in fact, a door-to-door telemarketer planning on ignoring your 'No Solicitors' and matching 'Prosecuters will be Violated' door plaques.  It is, in fact, a very cold, very tired looking Fed-Ex agent, with three boxes.  "Mr. Bloom?" he asks in a qavering voice, with chattering teeth.  "Can you sign for these?"

"These" are the three boxes.  One of them is a 12"x12"4" box, another is about 43" x 50"x 12", and the third one is 20" x 20 " x 20".  All are from "Val A. Hall Services', according to the computer-generated labels.

[Dracos]

Dracos yawned and in a sleepy fashion, opened the door and signed for them, hauling them into his place.

Dracos

[Brian]

It feels good to close the door on the midmorning cold (freezing air).  You now have three large boxes in your house.

[Dracos]

"Roight..."

Dracos, being a sensible sort...totally ignores them and goes for his nice cold morning glass of water.

Following the refreshing powa of water, he returns to examine the packages he was not expecting.  Being a handy sort, he flips a penknife and slices one open nice and quick to see what the fuck someone had sent him.

Dracos

[Brian]

Mmm.  Just short of freezing.  That wakes you right up.

Your knife cuts through packing tape to reveal:

A box with seven currently powered off model i730 cell-phones.

A box with eight wireless secure ethernet cards for laptop, along with matching hardware encrypted hub.

The largest box, however, weighs quite a bit, and contains:

A complete TerraLink portable satellite uplink system, with a very sturdy manually collapsed and raised dish.  It closes into an aluminum breifcase, and has an obvious compartment for the wireless hub.

[Dracos]

"Either it's christmas, or I'm still asleep.  Or more likely, Ayame is acquiring material.  I need get me one of those.  Like a secret santa."

Dracos goes and kicks rez awake, "Bitch, you got package."

Dracos

[Rezantis]

"Maaagh."

Rez rolled over.

[Dracos]

Dracos commences with evil poking action.

Dracos

[Rezantis]

"Alright, alright, I'm AWAKE.  Dammit"  Rez mock glares, "What the hell's so important?"