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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
Exploring
They were supposed to bring back whatever plants they could carry for a transplant into the zone. A few apartments had small herb garden planters that the farmers inside were dying to get their hands on just for the sake of variety.
Daryl glanced over at the question and then held out his hand for the phone.]
Give it here.
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Merlin handed over his phone without a second thought, though he did peer over Daryl's shoulder to see for himself. Just to know how to do it, and in case he wanted to change it again later. Merlin'd gotten a flip phone, small but surprisingly sturdy.] I did figure out how to change the picture on the, uh-- the little window there. [He changed the home screen background. It's a stock picture of a basket of puppies.]
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Listen to them when we get back and pick a new one. Don't do it out here. Makes too much noise.
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[He puts it on vibrate, shoving the phone in his pocket. It won't be any good once they're far enough anyway from the cell towers, but sometimes it just likes to go off for no reason.] I wonder what sorts of herbs these people were growing. [Sorry Daryl, he's chatty.]
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[Daryl's familiarity with simple window herb gardens was more Georgia-based, but he figured specifics didn't change that much. It was still enough of a variety for the cooks to be excited over if they could bring them back intact. And if there was more than that, well, moreso the better.]
Ain't sure what's actually good to grow around here. Different sorta climate than I'm used to.
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[He nodded at the tree.]
Called a palm tree. Too bad it ain't a coconut palm. But they don't grow no where 'round here. Too far north. Gets too cold.
[And considering how hot it was year round, that way saying something.]