OPTIONS:
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
Roy Harper (Arsenal) | Young Justice
[So dying had fucking sucked, especially the way it had happened. After it'd been clear no one knew how to fix what was wrong with him and there was no hope for a cure, Roy had used his remaining strength, as well as a few favors, to drop off the grid. Die without everyone hovering over him, pitying him. No one went after him that time, or maybe they just didn't reach him in time. It doesn't matter.
So yeah. It had fucking sucked. And as far as afterlives go, this is seeming pretty shitty too. He had the tools and weapons he usually hid in his civilian clothes on him, but his prosthetic arm had been replaced with a far lower-tech version that was more looks than utility and didn't have any weaponry built in. He'd gotten the basic rundown, checked both the cell phone and the walkie for bugs (not that whoever's running the place can't just listen in without them, they're the ones handing the damn things out), and he doesn't trust a single goddamn thing about this place.]
settling in
[Roy quickly gets set up in the armory; his codename was Arsenal, and as one might expect from that, he knows a lot of things about a lot of different weapons, particularly firearms. It's been a learning curve, adjusting to a far less responsive prosthetic, but he's nothing if not stubborn.
He treats any attempt to get him to go to "classes" or really do any activities geared towards teens his age with contempt; he's not some stupid kid, after all. He's certainly skilled, but temperamental and impulsive. Like a bomb that could go off at any moment. If you catch him in a good mood, he's actually pretty fun to be around, but those moods seem to be few and far between.]
network
Not enough people around here can shoot a bow halfway decent, and that seems idiotic considering what we're up against. If you want to learn, come find me. I can't shoot the way I used to, for obvious reasons, but I can coach other people just fine. -Roynetwork.
i know you said it's not what you're used to before so if you need any adjustments let me know.
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Sure thing doc.
[Yeah he's not gonna go to him for medical stuff unless he's literally dying....]
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i know what "sure thing" means, you know.
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[Ignoring second text, it doesn't mean anything move along]
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[ IT MEANS MANY THINGS YOUNG MAN ]
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I'll drop by soon. I won't take too much of your time.
[Cause definitely he only needs to see the maps and that's it nothing else]
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[ it's definitely a trap.
network - Text
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network
what do you want in return?
[ carey has learned how to use firearms and he can more or less bullshit it with any weapon with a sharp edge now, but he has yet to learn archery. might as well pick it up if someone's willing to teach him. and, of course, naturally, he's going to assume there's a price to it. ]
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[Call it the remnants of being a superhero, but he'd actually planned to do it for free, as something that benefits everyone in the long run. Like hell he'll turn down an offer of payment for his efforts, though.]
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i can always make you something
it really depends on what you're looking for
network;
Where can I find you? And what's the obvious reason?