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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.
Have fun, campers. |
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thebreathing2017-06-15 05:10 pm
KEI AKIYAMA. NATIVE. DOCTOR.
[ of the natives lurking around, kei is going to be the most attentive one. being aqora's doctor keeps him busy but he'll be here to check on any lingering injuries any newcomers may have - not everyone dies of the virus before they come here, after all. that said, if anyone has any questions he's going to be right here in the front office with the much more bored-looking welcome wagon, willing to answer any questions anyone wants to ask of him. he's a good guy to chat with - smart, knowledgeable, friendly.
that isn't to say he's got the patience of a saint, however, so try not to keep him occupied too long. ]
EXPLORING
[ kei's clinic used to be a dentist's office. it's barricaded well but it's also got plenty of sunlight coming in through the metal bars; chances are he's working on someone but if not he'll be leafing through research on the virus, smoking, or sorting out his supplies or what's left in the makeshift pharmacy. he'll chat with you no matter what he's doing, since multitasking is what he's good at, but try not to get in his way. bringing him supplies will get you in his good graces and he'll be even more likely to give you information or help - he's cheery as it is, but talk is cheap and supplies get results. ]
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heyyy everyone this is kei, i need anyone that's heading out on runs to keep a look out for the usual: antibiotics, bandages, saline, suturing supplies, &tc, &tc. we've got a bonus round this week, though. i need some nitro tablets if you can find them, as many as you can bring back. i've got some sweet loot in it for you if you can do me this solid.
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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.]
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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.
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Peter Quill | Guardians of the Galaxy
Getting tagged by some of the local wildlife isn't that bad, usually. Peter's run into more animals in space, cute and with too many fangs and limbs, way more often than he can count. So when one of them lunges and bites and actually gets its dripping teeth through his leather sleeve and into the meaty part of his arm, Peter winces and shrugs it off. Wouldn't be the first time a critter tried out how Terran tasted. Figures he can get it patched up when they get back to civilization.
So yeah, that totally doesn't happen.
What happens is he collapses on the Milano, coughing up dark blood all over the floor and the shirt he'd just threw in the laundry, and the last solid thing he remembers is Drax picking him up by his armpits. Remembers seeing his boots dragging as he's carried to the cot and he's still drooling blood down his chest. Arm throbs like it's burning up from the inside out. After that it's a bunch of impressionistic blurs, lights too bright, body too hot. Smears of faces looking down at him.
Peter comes back from the dead to find he can apparently teleport.
He wakes up not in his ship and not in space; not anywhere near civilized space because when he rolls out of bed, head pounding, he can see through the cracks in the boarded up window: this looks a lot like Earth if he isn't mistaken. Smells like it, except for the low buzz of something in the distance. He'll find out that's millions of groaning corpses, stumbling around, taking way too long to rot away and that sound gets very old very fast.
Peter volunteers to take on the shitty job of Scout/Acquisitions. He can take a look at the supply situation himself and get a feel for the lay of the land and that's great up until he finds out he's getting paired up with someone. Great. Someone he'll gave to worry about and hope they know when to screw playing hero and run.
Now he waits next to what used to be a Del Taco. It's been remodeled into a base of operations complete with supply grates, ammo dumps and what food rations they got for the week. Drive through's caved in, now used as a ramp to get to the roof. Peter can be found leaning up against a crate with his hip, arms crossed over his chest, and he looks up as he spots his partner.
"Guess we're best friends," he says, and the tired grin doesn't quite reach his eyes. "At least for today."
[Network]
Looking for shooting lessons. I got experience but it isn't with anything like what I'm seeing here.
Also if you see a big gray guy, a green woman, a cute bug, a raccoon and a tree, hit me up.
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del taco is delicious and the best fast food
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yoshitaka mine | yakuza
[ well. this wasn't what he was expecting, to say in the least. he tries to get his bearings, accepting the pamphlet, cell phone and walkie. honestly the cell phone doesn't seem that shitty compared to what he's used to. mine's pretty good at hiding his confusion but damn, who would've assumed hell is america? wild.
he should take the time to process this. he should stop and think about everything - about kiryu, about his decisions, about daigo. but stopping to think about the implications of everything leading to this would only be harmful at this point. if the situation is as dire as it seems to be explained to him, then slowing down and stopping wasn't an option. the only option was to keep moving and not get attacked.
by zombies.
by fucking zombies.
maybe he didn't die after all and this is all just some kind of strange fever dream. or maybe this is what happens when you serve up people's heads in boxes -- a cruel and fitting punishment for cruel actions.]
Aqora...
[ he pages through the pamphlet idly as he looks around. maybe he can get some information from the people milling about. ]
Exploring
I don't need a partner.
[ mine continues to insist this, unless your name happens to be Daigo Dojima. ]
You'll only slow me down.
[ it's not the most polite thing he could've come up with, but honestly, he's dead and he's Tired of trying to play nice. especially when people keep insisting on cute team ups to go out into the world and find stuff. he's got this. besides, he doesn't really want people to know he's still got his gun on him. better that he shoot zombies where the others can't see, then have them try to get him to forfeit his weapons for the good of the community. ]
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I'm curious: has anyone been down in the parking structures? What about beyond the walls? I'm trying to assess whether we're relying on ghost stories to guide us.
waking up/exploring maybe
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EDAN CAREY. NATIVE. ENGINEER.
[ edan would be one of the natives who does not have time to hold your hand. if anything, he would rather get this over with as quickly as possible, so he can go back to his real work. unlike kei, edan is not a legitimate doctor, but he does have medical knowledge and he has been going through some extra medical training with him. so, for any of the ones who are entering with injuries, feel free to approach him about them. he won't be as welcoming as kei though. ]
EXPLORING
[ as a highly intelligent and skilled engineer, edan has taken over a large auto repair shop and altered it into a lab for resident scientists and inventors like him. they are currently working on a project to either create a device capable of dispersing a potential cure or a weapon capable of destroying the undead in masses. they're also, of course, still seeking a solution for the virus. on the side, they do offer to repair or create anything you may need for a price (mostly consisted of doing supply runs for necessary tools and parts).
on the exterior of the building, newcomers will find a lot of warning signs informing them not to intrude. you most likely won't receive a warm welcome from edan unless you're going to be considered useful in there. so better have a case for yourself in mind before you think of stepping in (or, alternatively, just go in anyway to annoy him). ]
NETWORK
i'm going out for a supply hunt. we're in need of more parts at the workshop. if you can identify any of the items on the list and you're good in combat, come along. otherwise, don't bother responding.
[ attached is a list of all the spare parts needed. it's a long list. ]
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daigo dojima | yakuza
[ Daigo Dojima is what you'd call an Important Person. When important people die, it's a huge fucking deal. He falling ill to the strange disease that had ultimately ended his life, but it all happened so suddenly that the Tojo Clan didn't even have time to agree on a successor. What a nightmare. Each consecutive debacle always fell on Daigo's shoulders... Maybe it's a good thing that he's finally free from carrying 30,000 men and an enormouse crime syndicate on his shoulders.
He sighs, staring down at the pamphlet full of what is now his afterlife, he supposes. ]
Perhaps death would be a bit of a relief if it wasn't for the zombies...
[ Don't tell Kiryu, okay, he'll feel the weight of his responsibilities later, promise. ]
Network:
Hello? Strange question perhaps, do forgive me if it is inappropriate, but those of us here... do we all remember dying? I know this sounds odd, but please do let me know if you don't.
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hi i'm merlin from merlin
[The past year or so had been-- unspeakably terrible. The war and all that came with it, Arthur's death, himself dying to some unknowable curse or disease that Gaius could find nothing to cure or even ease...
Merlin was having an especially difficult time getting settled, as he'd apparently been displaced far from his own time, much less space. Having no access to his magic made it even worse; it was like losing all his senses at once, and he'd been through it before, but it wasn't any easier.
Anyone from an era analogous to the one they were in now might think he'd come from a Renaissance Fair, or was a peasant extra in a medieval production of some sort. Indoor plumbing is a revolutionary concept for him, which means he has an advantage on not missing certain modern conveniences, but it also means he has no idea how to use anything, from a gun to a walkie.
There's purpose here, at the very least, and there's definitely plenty to do. He'll just have to get on, without magic for now, and see if he can't figure out a way to get it back and try to put a stop to this.
He's fiddling with his phone right now, and honestly it seems like it should be a magical item to him, but apparently it's not.] Not sure if this thing has a mind of it's own or if I'm just useless with it. [That's not directed at anyone in particular, but if you're inclined to respond...]
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[Merlin's not so great with defense without his magic to help him along, but he's light on his feet, half-way decent at tracking, and plenty experienced with field medicine. His learning curve is steep, but he's a quick study, often working in the clinic when he's not going along on a run.
He's still figuring out the whole technology thing, though, and he'll take any opportunity to ask for pointers. Runs are great for that, since people generally aren't supposed to go it alone, and everyone seems to be familiar with these things, or at least more familiar than he is.] I have a question about our phones, if you don't mind... We can talk while we run, at least for a little while, yeah? We didn't have them where I'm from, and I've heard the different sounds other people's make when they get messages, so I was just wondering how I change mine? I can't figure it out.
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paul (jesus) rovia. the walking dead.
[ death isn't what paul had expected. he'd known it was coming as soon as the crushing shredding rip of teeth had snagged his arm too high up to chop off soon enough to save him. he'd let out a rough and ragged laugh and jammed the ratchet he'd been using through the softening skull of the walker that'd done it. everything hurt like hell already but if he could just get the damn bike fixed before he died at least he could save daryl.
except saving daryl fell to the wayside when he realized he wasn't the only one bit. oh. so taking out the last ones left had become priority so that no one looking for them would come upon a horde of zombies (it'd be fine if it were someone from sanctuary, but if someone from alexandria or hilltop came around, well... no, they couldn't let that happen. finally it'd just been them, panting and feverish and pained and nauseated, burning up with fever and thirst and feeling like death and knowing the end was coming and paul had dropped down to the asphalt, tugging daryl down with him. or maybe it'd been the other way around. it didn't matter.
we have to figure out how to put each other down, he'd said, ragged. they both knew it was coming and it wasn't time to moan and cry, it was time to protect their loved ones--unless we want to get back as close to sanctuary as we can before we kick the bucket.
but that wasn't desirable either. no matter how it'd ended (it doesn't matter any more) waking up in an apartment building is not what he'd expected. instead of doing what he's supposed to he starts to tear down the halls, looking. he can't be the only one of them, right? what the hell is this? he needs to find-- ] Daryl? Daryl?
[ it's almost like he's hyperfocused. feel free to stop him and get him to focus on something else, steer him downstairs - or, you know, be daryl and give him something at least marginally familiar. ]
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[ paul is, to put it lightly, made to go on runs. he's good in rural areas but he's even better in cities, and if you're paired up with him for a run you'll find out why. he's a runner and a climber, dragging himself easily up ladders and walls and climbing through windows to hand things out and literally existing as that movie trope of a guy that can hop from roof to roof. he's friendly too, calm and collected and smiling gently. even if he calls the zombies anything but and just looks kind of confused by the z word, he appears to be really used to the concept as a whole.
in any case if you want a fun, fast-paced run that's almost sure to get results or be hilariously yakety sax trying, paul is a great partner to have. ]
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how the hell did anyone manage to get something like this up? all our satellites and towers are completely down even with solar panels. we're lucky to have batteries for walkies any more.
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Daryl Dixon | The Walking Dead
Daryl had never planned on using that name. It was stupid. But it was what everyone else called him so it got stuck in his head and in the moment, after the rescue, it felt right. Even if they had died only a few hours later when the stupid bike broke down and they got swarmed, Jesus had still come and saved him.
The death was stupid, too. The bike loud enough to draw attention. Neither of them with enough space or weapons to get free of the press before one of the fuckers got a bite in on each of them. With Jesus it was his arm, for Daryl, the ankle. Made walking impossible with how it tore into his ligaments. Wouldn't have been a problem if he'd had his own shoes on and not the stupid sneakers he'd found in Dwight's room.
He'd been unable to walk more than a step before he collapsed after the fight ended. Pulled Jesus down next to him because they were both tired and feverish. He'd never wanted to go out that way and figured if it was between the two of them, he'd put the other man down so no one would have to deal with his corpse. Jesus wanted to figure a way for both of them to go, but that was impossible. So Daryl had pulled a knife from the man's belt and leaned into him. Wrapped an arm around him like he was going for a hug. How feverish Jesus was at that point, Daryl couldn't tell. It didn't matter. As Jesus's arms wrapped around him, fingers coming up to press against the back of his head, Daryl brought the knife up in a quick motion. Jesus was dead in his arms instantly. No pain.
Daryl figured he must have died himself from the bleed out more than the fever maybe a couple hours later at the most. He stayed where he was. Not bothering to push Jesus away. By the time he died, the body wouldn't be fresh enough for his corpse to care about when it got up and started walking.
Only that wasn't the case. When he woke up in the bed all he could think about was the man he'd died next to. He still had the one knife in his hand. It was free of Jesus' blood, but it was still there. Reminding him of what he'd done.
He checked his ankle, surprised to find it whole - though there was now an obvious bite mark scarring up the spot. He didn't look at it for long before he got up and started looking around. He didn't call any names, just moved along the hall, checking doors and inside rooms. Wherever he was, it wasn't the Sanctuary or Hilltop or anywhere else. And if he was here, than he hoped whoever had grabbed him had grabbed Jesus' body. For burial at the very least.
Exploring
Daryl doesn't like the Biters, and while he doesn't ever call 'em zombies - and can get increasingly more creative with what to call them while avoiding that word entirely - he sure as hell knows how to take them down. He isn't surprised by them or freaked out by their appearance, the fact that they can walk or want to feast on his flesh or anything like that. He just wades into the fight and knives them in the head as fast as he can. He's quiet, too. Not as good at getting in and out as some people, but he wasn't going to make any noise when he darted in to clear out a small horde along side whoever his partner was. And if you liked someone on the quieter, non-talkative side, Daryl was your man.
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Ain't had one of these in a couple years. Ain't they supposed to get music now? Where's the radio?
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Beth Greene (twd)
[Beth wakes with a start, the sound of a gunshot ringing in her ears. She gasps loudly and very nearly almost screams, but her voice doesn't exactly find her right away. Her throat feels thick and scratchy, and her head's a little heavy at the moment. She remembers the hospital. She knows she must've died. But if she's waking up here, she can't be dead. The afterlife isn't supposed to look like this.
So she picks herself up and stumbles her way into the hallway, and slowly makes her way along. She has to stop a few times and clutch hold of the wall every so often, usually when the ringing in her ears got so bad that dizziness set in. Determined to figure out where she is, she eventually finds her way to a local. After hearing the name of this place and hearing more about it, Beth can't help but feel pretty disappointed.
Same shit, different day, and she's got no idea where Aqora falls on a map. So she stands in front of the apartment looking out at the apocalypse around her. She misses her sister and Glen and the rest of their makeshift family. But Beth is stronger now. She can hurt without crumbling apart. She survived Grady and she'll make it through this. She's just got to figure out a plan.
The sound of footsteps coming up behind her draw her attention, but she doesn't flinch or rush into action. They're actual footsteps, not shuffling. With a strained smile on her face, she turns to face whoever it is. She might as well get to work on finding allies.]
Did you just wake up here too?
Exploring: Supply Run
[Beth catches onto life here a lot faster than some of the others. She seems to have a knack for survival routines, particularly ones that involve working with children. She instantly takes up helping out with school and watching after the kids who don't have anyone, and even takes one of the toddlers in under her wing. They had shown up right around the same time as her, a little girl who reminds her too much of Judith. Of course Beth's unable to refuse taking care of her.
She settles into a corner of a shop, keeping to herself for the most part. She doesn't want to be anyone else's burden.
Before, at the prison, she wasn't ever allowed to really go on supply runs. Her daddy just didn't like the idea of it, but she got to go along every now and then under close watch. She had Daryl and the others back then. Now, she's got to rely on herself. So she leaves her little charge back at the library for the afternoon and sets out with a list of things that she wants to try and find for both herself and the baby. The school could use some things, too.
She heads out past the barricades with a partner, but they end up separated and going their own way. It's a stupid move, she knows. She's only armed with a hunting knife, and she's not exactly a skilled fighter. Still, she makes her way toward what looks like it used to be a big name discount store and cautiously makes her way inside. It's huge and eerie, and any little sound echoes throughout the whole place. So she moves fast, stocking up on baby formula and diapers. She grabs clothes and some toys too, making them all fit into her backpack and big old bag she's got slung across her chest.
It's while she's in the middle of getting some clothes for herself that she hears someone approaching. With shaky hands, she gets her knife out and holds it at the ready.]
I know somebody's there. Come on out and let me see you.
[She sounds brave enough, but her voice trembles and betrays her. She's terrified of being here alone, and knows she's in over her head if whoever's here with her isn't a friendly face.]
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jolyne cujoh | jojo's bizarre adventure
ii. supply run
iii. network ( un : fuckdolly )
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Georgia Mason | Newsflesh Trilogy
[Georgia isn't nearly as bothered by the zombies as other people are. Honestly, the fact that it seems like it's supposed to be a surprise is weirder than anything else about it. But there's an alarming lack of infrastructure, far worse than it ever got even during the worst years of the Rising, and an even more alarming lack of internet. She hasn't gone this long without checking her email ever.
But she's supposed to be dead, so she supposes there's gonna be a whole lot longer.
Still, she's clearly pissed off, and happy to tell anyone who comes close enough exactly why.]
I don't know what fucking morality system judged me bad enough in my former life to condemn me to Los Angeles. Fuck that.
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Georgia's not gonna let a little thing like death stop her from doing her job. She's a journalist, and if she knows anything about the Rising, and she knows a lot, it's that this is a story that needs to be told. She needs to write everything down if there's going to be any hope at a future. Humans can learn to live with zombies. She knows that from her own life experience. But first they have to know enough to allow them to survive.
When she approaches, her expression exudes serious professionalism under the sunglasses that hide her eyes. "Excuse me? Georgia Mason, after the End Times." She flashes the press pass she still has with her, the one that was on her when she died. "Do you have time to answer a few questions?"
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People ask me sometimes, why do I bother? Why do I continue to write things down when there's no one besides us to read it? No one denies the importance of emergency broadcasts, of course, but why do I continue to write op-eds? Why do I do research and ask questions and chase down stories that aren't necessary for our survival? Aren't there better things I could be doing with my time?
Of course, the assumption being made here is that the greatest danger we face is the zombies. That assumption is false. Zombies are easy if you know what you're doing. If you want to know the real danger we face, look in the mirror. Zombies are straightforward. People are creative and clever and vindictive. Zombies just want to eat you. People want to make you suffer.
I continue to write down the news because I know that the world will never actually change that much. People still lie. People still make choices and then try to avoid the consequences. People still need to be held accountable. They don't get to hide behind zombies and apocalypses.
I've spent my entire life telling people the truths they didn't want to hear. I'm not about to stop now.
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Hester | Within the Wires
Waking up after dying was not something Hester ever thought she'd experience. There wasn't supposed to be anything after death; that's what made it death. And yet here she is, clearly not in the Institute, though still in the thin paper gown she'd been issued, alone in a small apartment. It doesn't look like any place she's seen, because nothing is this decrepit, this run-down. Not in any way this easy to observe, at any rate.
For a moment, there's confusion. She remembers finding Oleta in the cave, remembers having to hold her down and carve into her so she could remove the tracker, hating herself more and more for every struggle, every sound of pain that was completely and entirely Hester's fault. She remembers the security nurses finding them in the cave.
That was the last she'd ever seen of Oleta. She'd failed her, in every conceivable way.
Suddenly the thought that if she is here by some means, Oleta might be too, strikes her. It's too much to hope for, after all her careful, obsessive planning had failed them so utterly, but she can at least look. Perhaps she'll stumble on answers, or at least more appropriate clothes, along the way. She steps out into the hallway, slippered feet padding carefully over debris.
"Oleta! Oleta, are you here? Oleta!"
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[Hester's ability to keep track of and organize details, as well as her-- unique experience recording coded instructions hidden in guided meditation cassettes make her a shoe-in for handling walkie communications for those going out on runs. If you're out in the field and you need to call something in, she's the one taking your message. If a zombie horde is expected to intersect your path, she's the one calling in to give you a warning and an alternate route.
Perhaps you've just stopped by the communications shack. I don't know your life. If so, you'll see Hester with a row of walkies lined up very particularly, a map spread out in front of her and whatever she can find to represent groups of runners, goals for the day, and potential hazards scattered about it. She has a system, do not mess with it.]
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I find myself very curious about where everyone's from. Everyone I've met, even people who are just as new here as I am, seems wholly accustomed to violence, so I can only assume that the places they come from are vastly different from my own. If you are not a native here, what is your home like? If you are a native, what was your home like before the zombies?
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MORNA PHELPS. NATIVE. SUPPLIES ORGANIZATION AND DISTRIBUTION.
[ if you need anything when you wake up in aqora, you'll be sent to morna. she spends the daylight hours in the supply building, sorting and making lists and taking stock so she can be sure that nothing is being pilfered or lost. she'll get you what you need within reason - clothes are granted as easily as possible, weapons not so much.
she also controls the food supplies and if you're hungry, she's the person to go to. head on over and you'll get a snack put together for you. she's not stingy, promise. ]
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[ morna doesn't go on runs. ever. however, if you're heading out on a run she'll be at the gates with supplies. she'll be giving you your snacks and water and allocating any ammo for any long-range weapons you may have. supplies are scarce lately but she does what she can. she'll also have maps for you marked with where you need to go, crowbars, fresh batteries for your walkies, and lists of the supplies that are most desperately needed.
she's the welcome wagon and the goodbye committee both. ]
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I'll keep this short and sweet. We need more clothes. We're losing pieces on runs to accidents and even with repairs and new clothes being sewn, we're going to run low soon. The fashion district is nearby and I'd like volunteers for making runs to pick up fabric and patterns at least.
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JAGS. NATIVE. SECURITY AND SUPPLY RUNS.
[ newbies, you're in luck today because jags is in the house. he's usually too busy to be here for the meet and greet, but he's dropped by to pick up the latest record sheet for new arrivals. if you have any questions about security regulations, available weapons or supply runs, you come to him.
just a forewarning, he has a knack for making carey seem nice. and yes, that accent is scottish. he's only american by sudden zombie apocalypse. ]
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[ if you go down to wilshire boulevard, you're gonna find aqora's security building. all weapons are stored within, so it's kinda the place to go to before every supply run. you can request or log in armaments there. at the front counter, you'll find the records for who's gone out on runs, who's returned so far, and a timetable for daily scouting missions (which you can feel free to sign up for). if you want to know the names of residences and new arrivals in the settlement, this is where you'll be able to get the information you need as well.
a member of the security team will always be around to assist you.
aside from the main office and weapons storage, the security building also has a pub, a gym, various training areas, rooms for security team members, and a jail. if you're interested in joining either the security team or be part of the scouts, you can talk to jags. he's occasionally around when he's not at one of the gates.
also, important to note: remember to log in whenever you go out or return from a run. there is both a records sheet in the building and at each of the four gates. if you forget to do it at the gate, then you're gonna have to do it at the front counter here. you can drop off your finds with morna first if you want, but don't forget to report in.
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psa to all the lazy pile of shitehawks out there
i am not the fuckin log
i repeat: I AM NOT THE FUCKIN LOG
it doesn't take a brainiac to sign your name on a sheet of paper when you come back
unless you've lost both your hands or you're dying on a table rn you have no excuse
get your good for nothing ass down to sb asap
if anyone reports in w only a text again i will personally see to it that your face gets a first class intro to my fist
this psa was brought to you by your most gracious and accommodating head of security
have a lovely fuckin day
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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.]
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[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.
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[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.]
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