Jennifer was on edge. All these new people, any of whom could be a threat? Fellow players, sure, but she knew some players who were more than happy to get some friendly kills in if it gave them a leg up. A level up for everyone was nice---certainly made her feel better---and the skill point was even better. She could use that to upgrade her remote detonation. Virus Lord, now that sounded<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>bad. She had heard rumors of this guy. Thought he was just a myth, but apparently not. She swallowed. Wonderful. "Well, I'm Lady O2F2. Jennifer. Level 7, now. Demolitions. As for the gift...jeez. This guy is already pitting us against each other," she said, laughing nervously. "I can't imagine what this 'gift' could be. I think this guy is just playing us---which is a very real possibility. I'm sure he's got the name Virus Lord for a reason." Her composure had returned as she spoke, growing more confident. "There might even be a risk to getting it. I mean, you can level up real fast by killing lots of high-level enemies, but who wants to be swamped with impossible enemies?"<br/><br/>~~~<br/><br/>Logan was fairly terrified. He was gripping his pistol tightly. It made him feel better that he was level 8, now, with a skill point to boot, but even so. New people, unexpected transportation, and an ultimatum to cap it all off. Fantastic, just fantastic.<br/><br/>"Uh, well, I guess I sort of agree," he said, slightly timid. "I'm Mr. Cellophane. Logan. Firearms, level 8. Um. I...I don't know who should get this gift. I mean, there are so many ways we could pick. Like, drawing lots, o-or age, or rank, or just...I dunno, spinning in a circle and pointing at someone." A weak smile. "I know that I wouldn't mind a bit of an edge---level 8 viruses on level 1? Who wouldn't want an edge?" He let his pistol point at the ground, unoccupied hand rubbing his other arm. "But I...I don't think I should take it. I know I'm a higher level than at least one of you, and if we stay here for some time, then I'm gonna level up fairly quickly." Sheepish smile. "I got lucky. War zone first off, with my speciality." He flushed and ducked his head. "Sorry. I guess that came out kinda conceited. I---" He cut himself off.<span style="font-style: italic">Idiot! They don't want to hear you ramble on! Let other people talk, know-it-all! Show off!</span>