Everybody do the dinosaur

[sparednothing]

[Anyone near the docks this evening, will get o enjoy watching various cargo ships make their way into the city, dropping off or picking up precious cargo. It's a pleasant night, all things considered. That means something has to go wrong, right?

One of the cargo ships seems to have run aground, trapped on the docks. Workers are milling around it, talking in confused, raised voices. One eventually gets onto the ship, to search for crew. ...Its a few seconds later that there is a scream and the sound of metal being smashed into. The male T-Rex bursts out of the cargo hold, stomping out onto the docks. Workers run, screaming in terror, as the Rex makes his way towards the city....]

[[ooc: Tembo | The docks | Downtown | Day Five OOC Post | Plot Hub]]

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TEMBO

[collectmyfee]

[Tembo is standing on the docks, arguing with a bunch of men in InGen uniforms]

How can you not of had the damn thing secure? You shouldn't have even let it stay alive, and now you've unleashed hell on this city.

[They try to make their arguments, but he stalks past them]

No, I'm done listening to you. You stay in the company of death if you wish, I've had enough.

[fanstheflame]

[Gale had come down to the docks to get a closer look - when they'd arrived at night, he'd been intrigued by the large ships, the variety of things they'd carried ... how it still seemed to be a place where hard work was done, in a city that otherwise reminded him so much of what he'd seen in the Capitol. he's standing nearby, observing the chaos as the workers try to free the ship, and contemplating going to help for the hell of it, when he hears that familiar voice]

Mr. Tembo--!

[collectmyfee]

[Tembo turns, nodding a little]

You all got off, then. Good. Place went to hell after that Rex attack.

[fanstheflame]

Yeah, we got split up again ... some people managed to find a radio and get hold of a cruise ship that brought us here, but -- [he shakes his head]

You've got the right idea, walking away from it. Where are you going to go?

[collectmyfee]

You were lucky it was passing by. Most of them stay well clear of the island.

I'm going to go back to Africa. Where I know how things will react when I shoot at them and I don't have to deal with corrupt genetics companies breathing down my neck.

[fanstheflame]

Yeah, that's how our luck usually goes - a whole bunch of really horrible stuff happens, and then at the last minute, we manage to find a way out of it. It's what happens when the world likes jerking you around like a carrot on a string. [he shrugs. it isn't that he doesn't care, it's more that he knows he'll lose it if he cares too much]

Africa. [that's where the giraffes were from, according to that one guy's report. he nods to himself] Is that somewhere near Terre Haute?

[collectmyfee]

...Sounds like you've got plenty troubles of your own.

[That gets a confused pause] Terre Haute is in America.

[fanstheflame]

Everyone's got a laundry list as long as their arm, all you really have to do is ask them. [he shrugs. give people a chance to complain and they'll talk your ear off: it's one of the big things he's come to learn about Paradisa and the people in it]

... America? [he frowns. this is a problem. clearly these two are just going to wind up confusing the hell out of each other] But right now we're in Paradisa.