_Prehistoric Park Event Log: June 19, 2015, day 1292 of operation.
Location of report: Isla Nublar, Main Office
Live Count: 333 staff members Total.
Office Division: 32
Security Division: 43
Research and Development: 34
Department of Health and Wellfare: 20
Department of Animal wellfare: 45
General Labor: 159
Total guests 523
Days with out Injury. 15
Days with out fatal incident: 324_
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For many it was a dream come true. A tropical island get away with sandy beaches, lush jungle, tropical birds, and Dinosaurs.
Real, live, breathing dinosaurs.
The wonders of modern science put to use to bring back creatures of a by gone erra. And charge $250 to see them. $129 if you were a senior. Children under 8 entered free.
It was worth the cost to get in though, so they said. To see beasts from the past in perhaps one of the most beautifull jungle islands in existance…
For the guests. For those who worked here there was a job to be done.
"Can you believe it? I have to pull the night shift tonight on my day off because the new guy got sick from a misquito bite. An island of Dinosaurs and he gets injurred by a misquito bite!"
Shari leans back in her chair and sighs. The grey fox across the table nods in understanding. He swollows the food in his mouth before replying, "Blasted newbies. Can't do anything right." The fox then returns to his dinner.
The cheetah cast her gaze out at the window to her left. She always thought the Jungle Fever Snack Bar and Grill had been...poorly named...but expertly placed. The small eating establishment was set up like a buffet, one with an elevated view of the islands basin. Wide open grass land with a river running through the middle of it. Several of the islands more popular dinosaurse usualy be seen grazing in the field a hundred feet below. Today though the long necked dinosaurs were bedding down for the night and the weather.
Rain had been expected with the huricane moving across the south. What was not expected was the huricane's sudden movement north. In the six months Shari had been here it would be the cheetah's first major storm.
"Yeah...blasted newbies can't even get themselves eaten by dinosaurs right. Speaking of eating, how can you still be eating? I'm already full...and you were here before me!"
With a devious smile the fox replies. "Hey. You got to get you're money's worth out of those free meal vouchers. Besides, I'm getting ready for winter." The fox reaches across the table for his drink. He is however waylayed when his belly bumps into the table and prevents him from grabbing the drink that is just out of the grasp of his paws.
Shari rolls her eyes and slides the drink into his reach, "Really Cal? On a tropical island?" The cheetah laughs but inwardly she wonders how a beast could let themselves go so badly. Then again, the island's supply of bars, pubs, dinner joints, and fast food could easily have a softening effect on those with more secular jobs.
Shari herself threw out her own scale three months ago.
As the two converse, the door to the busy resturaunt opens once again. Both Shari and Cal wave to the new comer as they see him. The raccon waves back before taking off his parka and setting up his laptop on a table nearby.
"Hey, we have Dinosaurs on the island. Anything is possible at this point." The fox says first to Shari then to the racoon, "Like that rain storm outside. I thought you boys in command were taking care of that."
"Sorry, but weather control still belongs to nature. I just fix computers."
"Oh well, maybe the rain will wash away the protesters." The fox says as he dig into his orange chicken dinner.
"What? Again?" The feline rubs her eyes.
"Yep, they brought a barge this time and anchored it dock 9. I swear...these Redwaller enviromentalists."
"Everyone's entitled to their opinions Cal." The racoon says as he sets up his laptop. "I just hope they have a place to set up shop during the storm..."
"You don't think we will have to evacuate...do you?" Shari asks nervously. To which Cal laughs, "Evacuate? Hah! We have shelters for things like that kid. They don't evacuate for nothing. One time, back when I was still in construction we had a couple of raptors get loose in the park. We kept the park up and running even when...
The fox pauses, noticing how the raccoon has become still as he listens to the story. Shark speaks first. "Wait...you were in construction?"
"I'll...tell you about it some other time. Don't you have a shift to get to?"
Shari looked out the rain splattered window to see the sun beging to set, painting the island in a yellow glow. "Nah...I can wait. I'm not entirely eager to clean toilets tonight. I swear...the maintenance department is so under staffed right now its..."
The conversation for the raccoon drifted to the back ground. It wasn't really important anyway. The message box that appeared on the bottom of his screen though, that, that was important.
It read a simple message. "It happens tonight. Can we count on you?"
The raccoon, as almost a habbit reached to reply to the message. His paw stops however and begins to shake. There was no going back after this.
Subconciously he rubs at the wedding ring on his paw and he realized that the point of no return had already been crossed a long, long time ago.
Taking a deep breath the raccoon types out his reply. "You can count on me. The guard shift is at ten. Be ready or be caught."
With out waiting for another reply the raccoon closed the laptop. He waved good buy to his friends, most likely for the last time, and left the restraunt. He felt sick to his stomach but there was nothing he could do now even if he wanted to. Wheels had been set in motion, and now it was finally going to come to an end...one way or another....
(Hurray! The story has finally started! If you want in now would be the time. When you pose in please just give us a brief description (or detailed) of your character in your post so we know what they look like. Feel free to drop their description in the OOC chat as well.
You can play a tourist, staff, and...even security member. I decided to lift the ban on security as yes, its a cool job and people might want to play it :3 just so long as you don't start the game witb a bazooka xD
The other restriction is no command staff. Basically people giving orders.
I will be GMing and running npcs. All the characters (unless posted otherwise) are dynamic npcs. They will show up when needed and you may interact with them in any way possible.
I also, purposly, left the park's description blank for the moment. Feel free to spoof your alts into the story anywhere. Feel free to let your imagination go wild.
Each player has two or three poses before the first event starts have fun and thanks for joining!)