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WAKING UP
You wake up in a studio in an apartment building that's got windows all boarded up. You remember being sick, you remember dying, and you probably can't believe this is the afterlife. If you head out into the hall you'll see that others are heading out too, looking just as confused as you are. All of you died, most of you of the same thing. If you head down to the front office, you'll meet a native resident who will explain in brief that you're in Aqora, a settlement living among the undead and that people like you show up every so often. You'll be given an informational pamphlet, a shitty cell phone, and a walkie. Then you'll be expected to figure it out. No one has time to hold your hand.
EXPLORING
Miscellaneous things here: shops and restaurants turned into places to live, apartments full of people living day to day, the main focus (the library) being the hub where people come to learn and children go to school. Because school never ends, even in the apocalypse. Feel free to buddy up with other newcomers to figure out what the hell is going on.
OR, say you've been here a while. It's time to figure out how to get more supplies! Let's go on a supply run. You'll just be heading out past the barricades to start, and you'll have to dig through buildings to try and find things. If you're lucky, maybe you'll hit a cache. If you're unlucky, you'll find too many undead to fight. No one goes out alone though, so hopefully your partner can help.
"NETWORK"
Someone has set up a rudimentary network using the nearest cell towers. You can communicate with others in the area but only via voice and text. Anything further out is voice only via walkies. You can have a username or leave it blank.
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thebreathing2017-06-15 05:10 pm
tulip o'hare | preacher
[Yeah, dying? Not the most fun thing Tulip's ever done. She at least had the sense to do it somewhere Jesse couldn't see, because he didn't need that weighing on his shoulders. Now he really can't say Tulip's never done nothing for him. Soon as she started coughing up blood, she knew she had to wander off somewhere to take care of herself.
So it wasn't the fastest, but it coulda been slower. And hey, maybe she can say hi to that deformed kid in Hell.
Only she doesn't see Eugene. She sees a bunch of damn zombies. Yeah, that's new. She pores over the shitty pamphlet she was handed, turns it over in her hands, and scoffs and turns to address the people around her with a clearly Texan twang.]
Anyone else think Hell was gonna be more, I dunno, fire and brimstone, for one? I feel lied to, frankly. What else you think the holy book was misleadin' about?
[She knows a bit more about that, but she'll keep her info about God close to her chest for now.]
EXPLORING
[As soon as it became clear what she was up against, Tulip set to work. Arts and crafts it is. They're on a lack of firepower, clearly, so it's time to set up her own personal answer to Build-A-Bear. She grabs some nails and screws, a tin can, duct tape, and various other random shit that no one seems to be actually using and sets to work building a pressurized shrapnel bomb out of pure scraps as easily as if she'd done this before.
Which, yeah, she kinda has.]
Hey, you.
[She addresses a random person.]
Wanna learn how to build a bazooka from almost nothin'? Grab a can opener 'n get to work.
NETWORK
[This mass text sent to all y'all from a simple username: "tulip".]
any of u doctor types wanna look at sumthin and tell me if its contagious
its not a bite promise i just stepped in somethin n now i got some typa reaction
im not gonna get all zombified am i
[I mean, probably not, but who knows how zombies work here. Maybe it's spread through itchy plants. But apparently there's stinging nettle around here, and Tulip is high key Suffering.]
exploring;
[ Steve can build a bazooka from parts he recognizes, but not from scraps, and is eager to learn. He comes over and grabs the can opener, peering at what she's working on right now. ]
You had to do this kinda thing a lot where you're from?
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More often than none. Everyone's got a gift. Don't know why my grade school teachers never let me enter the talent show with mine.
[She finishes sealing up her shrapnel bomb tight, inspects her handiwork, and sets it aside. She points at some of the supplies around her.]
Cans, opener, lighter, rubbin' alcohol. Then you get to pick your choice of ammo. That's the fun part. Just think of any ol' thing you can fit into these cans. The world's yer oyster.
oh my god this is wonderful ANYWAY NETWORK
still, i'll give it a look.
<3333
maybe i rly had a hankerin to break some zombie teeth
c u in 2 secs
[It's more like two minutes after she sends off the text till Tulip saunters into Smile Dentistry, but who's counting? She announces herself as she enters, obviously favoring one leg and with an extremely pained look on her face.]
Okay, I know I sounded cool and calm over text, but if someone don't get these little plant hairs outta my ankle I'm gonna start losing track of who's zombie and who ain't. And you know I better not be walkin' out of here with a peg leg.
[If it's not clear, Tulip is having a bad time. Her ankle feels like it's on fire and also morphing into a reverse cactus.]
waking up
[ wha...t? she doesn't know what the bible is? this is easily explained by the orwell-esque world she comes from but anyway the point is: no idea what any of that was. oleta seems tense and tight like she doesn't know what it's like to be calm, how to relax. still, she shrugs. ] I thought death was going to just be... quiet. I thought there'd be nothing.
Instead there's this. But there's... Someone I know here too, so I have that to be thankful for. [ with a tiny, tiny smile. then: ] Sorry, I'm not used to having people to talk to.
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Well, I don't see no people 'round here that I know. Just as well. I hang out with a buncha assholes. Sorry, no, I can't pretend this is normal, you don't know what the Bible is? Tell me you're at least familiar with the beardy white guy upstairs. You know, God?
[Like, yeah, she gets atheists, but most of them at least have a passing familiarity with what they don't believe in.]
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she lets out a shaking laugh and nods, finally. ] Sorry, I know what the Bible is. It's just... Not called that. We don't... have religion any more, where I'm from. [ a beat. ] The belief is that it causes violence. I've never known what to believe.
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No religion, huh. That sure woulda helped me out a few times.
[Definitely would've helped pull Jesse's head out of his ass sooner if he gave up on his preacher bullshit due to it being nonexistant or whatever.]
Yeah, Christian Bible's done a lot more harm than it's done good in the world, so I can see the point there.
[Especially recently, with this Genesis stuff and their hunt for the missing God.]
I ain't the most devout Christian, but I guess you could say I believe. Pretty sure there's a Hell I should be in, anyway.
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[ she seems thoughtful, though. ] Does it really cause harm? I did end up wondering if they were lying.
[ look oleta is from the same world as hester it's pretty fucked up. ]
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Sounds almost like what Hester had goin' on.
[Tulip sighs, trying to think of how to explain it.]
Religion's the kinda thing, people try to find answers in it. Comfort. Meaning. That's what it's s'posedta do. But then some people get to thinkin', if religion worked so good for me, why can't it work good for everyone? And they stop at nothing to make sure it does.
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