Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Amber's thoughts...
Run
She's going to continue to run toward any light and continue running in it until someone/something stops her basically. Once you catch up with her you can ask her her opinion on what to do with Mac.
Nothing personal guys... just working with that paranoia of shadows that has been building up in her...
M.
Posted on 2010-09-22 at 18:49:18.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Awww
Murph is such a hero
Helping everyone out. Probably going to get him killed though.
M.
Posted on 2010-09-22 at 18:03:46.
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Topic: Loaded Dice #57: Mano a Mano
Subject: very nice...
And yes... I saw it as his last breath... coming out all cold and frosty.
Can't wait to see what happens to the poor dumb elf.
M.
Posted on 2010-09-22 at 13:54:14.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: it was pretty obvious to me Grugg
They want to make sandwiches out of you.
M.
Posted on 2010-09-22 at 13:08:50.
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Topic: im new
Subject: Ohhh
Another prodigy child. 
Welcome welcome... I won't bore you with the usual intro.
Just glad to have you on board, hope to see you around. I've been having fun defending myself against zombies with your sister lately.
M.
Posted on 2010-09-22 at 01:16:27.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Well there...
She runs. Kramer would be pleased.
M.
Posted on 2010-09-21 at 23:12:23.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: Yellow Bellied Caviar
Amber had liked the way that her threat to punch the priest had made Murph smile. He hadn’t gotten angry, nor did he seem tired of her complaints, best of all he had not tried to talk her out of her anger, instead he had smiled at her, touched her and told her, again that he would work to make it work out.
As they marched over to the next store and went through a few quick instructions she wondered if he would have been this perfect if the world had not been falling apart around them.
Not that it mattered in the end, she mused, because it was falling apart.
She held onto the little fire of anger she felt toward the priest and the warmth that tingled deep inside of her whenever Tom threw one of her smiles at her when they had walked into the grocery store. As the glass crunched under her thin shoes, and the bodies, the blood and shadows only got worse, however it became harder and harder to hold onto those warm feelings.
Amber moved down the aisles as quickly as she dared, reaching out to grab at cans and boxes that seemed to be good choices given their situation as she went, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness as she searched for the grouping of canned meats that should be down this aisle if the blood stained sign was correct.
Finally she spotted what she had been looking for just ahead. The familiar labels tucked into the shadows: oblong blue cans with large yellow letters spelling ‘SPAM’, smaller cans wrapped in white paper with little red devils dancing along their sides, the varying shades and sizes of the cans of tuna and salmon, and mixed in with these familiar labels were others from Europe that added to the rainbow of wrappers but would all no doubt feed them. But they were fully in the darkness, she would have to step into that darkness in order to get them.
For a moment she froze there, unable to fathom the thought of stepping completely into the dark.
You only have a few precious moments in here Amber… step forward, grab some cans and get out… it isn’t safe here…
I know it isn’t safe!! That’s why I don’t want to go…
Around her she could hear the other’s though, pilfering the shelves and realized she could not face them if she came back with nothing. Taking a deep breath of air while still in the slight dim as if the air with some light in it were somehow less tainted than the air she was about to walk into she took those few precarious steps toward the meats.
With one strap propped on her shoulder she opened the bag wide with that arm and with the other simply began grasping at items and shoving them into the dark hole. Her heart pounded as she did and she desperately tried to turn herself off, to let herself wander into autopilot for the next few minutes, even if that meant splashing the warm feelings Tom and Father Ted had begun to fan with cold water.
Numbness was starting to work its way into her cells when she reached up, absently reaching for a glass jar of caviar on the top shelf of all things when she catches sight of something dark moving in the shadows above her. The next instant any numbness she had felt was gone as a surge of adrenaline flash floods her system. In the darkness it turns into a shrill scream of terror. The shadow disappears out of sight, but the crash and the scrams from the next aisle leave little doubt about where it went. More screams rise out of the shadows, most of them lacking the element of humanity hers had held.
Oh God! The shadows… the shadows are going to eat me! I knew it… I knew it… they already ate Joshua and now they want me…
The surge of adrenaline would not allow her to stay fixed in the shadows for long though. Her hand dropped to curl around her bag as if it could protect her somehow. The glass jar of caviar tipped off the shelf as she did and crashed to the floor, breaking and releasing its salty contents across the floor. Amber paid it no mind and instead turned back toward where the light was and ran.
((Goal: Run as quickly as she can into the street. I would assume she shoved the hatchet into her bag when she began stuffing it with food, the crow bar is still attached to the back of the bag with duct tape but honestly if something were to try to attack her before she gets out to the street either the hatchet or a heavy can (whichever she grabs first) would be like likely means of defense. Also she's at least temporarily not giving much of a care for anyone else right now))
Posted on 2010-09-21 at 23:11:30.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Well...
I guess that depends on how much you take...
But either way... it's probably less painful, and certainly less scary in the end.
Although... I happen to know what most rat poisons do... umm...  Umm... how about sleeping pills?
M.
Posted on 2010-09-21 at 20:15:40.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: ...
Koolaid and Rat Poison is sounding better by the moment... anyone happen to pick any of that up before we got attacked?
M.
Posted on 2010-09-21 at 20:08:16.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Thanks Olan
For getting us moving. Sorry I've been so quiet... just felt a bit overwhelmed by life and was avoiding making any decisions that weren't necessary... 
I will probably work up some kind of a post tonight though. Can't say I actually know what Amber is going to do just yet. We'll all find out when I start writing it.
Thanks again,
M.
Posted on 2010-09-21 at 19:18:53.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: But...
The wings have all that added protein.
nom nom
M.
Posted on 2010-09-21 at 15:47:10.
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Topic: Old Wizard: a new webcomic at the Inn!
Subject: Ohhh
Just got back on and found my Meri. Lovely work boys... just as I'd imagined her.
M.
Posted on 2010-09-17 at 13:36:18.
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Topic: Old Wizard: a new webcomic at the Inn!
Subject: Hehe
Yeah we like you, you can stay. Funny and talented. But don't let it get to your head. 
Hmmm...
Not exactly D&D but my alter ego, Merideth O'Leary:
Merideth is in her 30's, probably later 30's but if you said so she'd be likely to kick you in the nuts, besides she looks closer to 30 than 40 anyway so it is unlikely you'd make that mistake.
She's got fire red hair that falls in soft curls midway down her back, the temples are just starting to turn white. Her face is pretty, with a pair of big blue eyes capturing the attention most noticably.
While of average height and weight, she is obviously one who has worked hard all of her life and has a well toned and tanned body to show for it. The knee high brown boots and soft tan colored doe skin pants under them show off the shape of her legs very well. She prefers to wear men's button up shirts in a variety of colors for her top. Being men's clothing they are usually a bit large for her, but she cinches them close to her waist with an over sized belt that usually dips a little more to her left hip. The belt carries a well loved dagger and a canteen.
Over it all she often sports a floor length duster that might have once been black but is more brown now. At her side she carries a full sized double barrel shotgun.
The only jewelry she wears is a pendant of an angel on a thin chain around her neck.
Have fun... and yes in case you didn't catch on there is a slight 'Wild West' feel to her, but nothing over the top... she isn't sporting a sombrero or spurs or anything like that.
M.
Posted on 2010-09-16 at 20:32:25.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: Ride the emotional rollercoaster with me...
Amber had helped Emily sit Mac up, cushioning his body with her own as she held him still and offered a palm as a makeshift shelf for the ‘doc’ when she needed it. As she sat there curled up tightly around the man to keep him still her mind wandered off.
It bounced around her past, often pausing only long enough to curse her for her decisions. Now and then it would remind her that those decisions, as bad as they often were, had brought her Joshua, and that they were therefore worth it. But in the darkest corners of her mind it screamed out in response that she didn’t have her son now, so what was the point of it all?
It bounced around the present as well. The guilty feeling of relief she had that Emily had had the sense to bring morphine and that she didn’t have to divulge the presence of her own stash of goodies. She thought about how dirty she was, especially as Mac’s blood soaked through her clothes and slid against her bare skin. Thoughts were bounced over all of those with her as well, wondering what they were like before all of this had happened, how they were holding up (hopefully better than she was), how they would all end… Special thought was given to the latest member. She could still hear her grandmother’s voice reciting his ‘message.’ Every bible quote she overheard him parrot to one of the others while the doctor worked dropped a bucket into a deep well inside of her. Each time the bucket was pulled up it was soaked in dark angry bile. The feeling was strange, but somehow refreshing as well.
Back in the bar she had been numb, the reality of what was going on in the city had not sunk in. It was like being cut with a very sharp knife, you could see it go into your skin, you could see the blood beading up along the edges, but it would not hurt until later. Leaving the bar had been like pulling that blade from her arm and running it under cold water. The pain had hit her hard and suddenly. It had been so overwhelming that it had turned off most other emotions. Terror had been running her body and her mind for hours now. Finally feeling some anger, even if it was somewhat misdirected, was a relief and she grabbed onto it like a lifeline.
Finally Emily finished her work. Amber gave her a soft smile, “Nice job Emily… he’ll do much better now.” She then turned her eyes to Tom, who had gathered up a wheel barrow by now to cart Mac around in.
“Tom… we’re ready for that now, if you could help us get him up and into it. I think my a** fell asleep on this hard tile, going to take me a moment to get these legs really moving…”
She let them take Mac off of her and stretched out her legs a little before standing up and watching them put Mac carefully into the wheelbarrow. When that was done and they had started pulling everything together for their next stop she moved closer to Tom and opened up conversation with him again.
“Sorry about your shirt...” she said, glancing down at herself. She was simply covered in blood, most of it slowly drying to a dark brown now. “Even the little tool belt wouldn’t help make it sexy now I’m afraid…”
Tom's gaze followed Amber's and he looked at the blood-soaked Dawson's shirt wrapped around her lithe frame. "I don't think the tool belt would've been what made it sexy, anyway," he said, smiling softly as his eyes lifted and his hand reached out to brush fingers across her cheek...
With a small smile she nodded to him, “Smooth talker…”
But it seemed to work as she stepped into the short distance between them. Her fingers rested on his arm lightly and she lowered her eyes so he could barely see them through the lines of her dark lashes.
“Tom…” her voice dropped to a whisper just for him. “I know the Father helped us out there, maybe saved our lives… I know he’s got a nice bit of hardware resting under his arm there that we can use… I know that moving in numbers is probably best… and I know I don’t have it in me to turn anyone away right now. But… honestly?” whatever personal space he had left she moved into easily then, “Honestly Tom, I’m just trying to live right now. I’m trying to find things worth living for. The last thing I need right now is him telling me how I should be living.”
Her eyes rose up to his then. The dark pools did not flicker with the sexy flirtatious gleam he had seen at the bar so many nights, nor did they stare at him with the flat desperation they had been giving him for days now, instead they flashed with something he had never seen before: anger. “And I wanted you to know that if he tries… if he tries he’ll be eating my fist.”
The firmness in her voice matched the anger flashing in her eyes.
Posted on 2010-09-16 at 16:49:01.
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Topic: Hi Hi
Subject: I'd like to point out...
that I'm not inheritable.
M.
Posted on 2010-09-16 at 16:22:00.
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Topic: It's time to hand out the pink Shirt now
Subject: :)
That's why I like magic wielders.
Just this week I was playing my cleric in the 4e game my husband is running. I was experiencing some of the delightful aches and pains of pregnancy so I refused to get off the couch to look at the map and move my character around the board, so my line of the night was:
'I have a range of 5 for this spell, someone put me where I can hit something evil with it but as far as possible from it's reach, thank you.'
M.
Posted on 2010-09-16 at 13:38:48.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Boss
If smiting didn't make me cry I think I'd almost have to smite you for that last post.
M.
Posted on 2010-09-16 at 13:34:32.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: You all are demented
And... does that make me Grugg's Aunt? 
M.
Posted on 2010-09-16 at 01:21:32.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: umm... ow!
But yes... we can hope, or that she picked up something back at the drugstore...
There are always staple guns too...
Did anyone pick up a tetnas (sp?) shot?
Ohhh... went ahead with a little fluff of my own. Looks like someone recognizes the Father.
I think as long as we're all on agreement with the plan we should be good for a GM postage to let us know how Mac is doing at least.
M.
Posted on 2010-09-15 at 19:48:33.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: Anyone but him!
The man outside had proclaimed, in a voice that was slowly becoming naggingly familiar, that he was not going to eat them. Well… he had recited a bible verse that at least indicated that he wasn’t. When he stepped inside the hardware store the tiny smile that he spread across her lips when Tom had laughed at her comment slipped off her face.
Father Ted… God do you have a sense of humor…
Murph was stepping forward to go through the introductions, and go over their situation. When Murph ticked over her name she offered the briefest of nods to the man holding the elephant gun. The next moment she turned on her heel, returning back to where Mac was laying in a puddle of his own blood.
She pushed back the tears that stung against her eyelids as best she could and looked at Emily when she came to inspect the wound and offer whatever assistance she could to the man. “Let me know if you need any help… my hands are relatively steady…”
One of her hands, still stained with Mac’s blood, rose to a plane level with the ground, it shook a little bit but not enough to prevent her from working.
Truly the tears trying to impair her vision were a bigger threat all things considered. Her emotions were so shattered at this point she wasn’t even sure what they were for; Anger? Fear? Grief?
Focus Amber… focus and help Emily out. Just avoid the good Father as much as you can. Avoid him and keep your mouth shut, no need to cause any hassles.
God… I need Joshua. I’ll play nice with the stupid Father if you’ll just promise me that Joshua is okay… that he isn’t laying like Mac… this isn’t how it is supposed to go…
This wasn’t how my life was supposed to go. Why? Why did it all have to go like this!!?
God where is my son!?
The image of that little toddler from that movie flashed through her mind, he tottered down the hall with the syringe in his hand calling for his mother. Her hand began to shake a bit more, and she quickly clamped it shut into a fist, her eyes clenching tightly at the same time, spilling a few tears.
“No…” she groaned a little. Behind her she heard Tom still talking, and took a deep breath.
It’s not over yet…
Sure about that?
She shook her head at the voice in her head. Slowly her dark eyes reopened and she looked at Emily. “Let’s get to work then…”
Posted on 2010-09-15 at 19:45:26.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Umm...
Emily does actually have supplies needed to stich someone up right?
String of some sort and a needle? Or are we going to have to use Malek's idea and just duct tape him up...?
M.
Posted on 2010-09-15 at 18:54:36.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: And then...
you end up with a seamonkey...
Maybe we should reconsider the whole grains.
M.
Posted on 2010-09-15 at 18:10:36.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: I recall
Which is why we don't need any more.
Getting everyone hopped up on sugar and nothing of substance will just cause a major crash later on that might be worse than coming off anything Amber's got stashed in her bag.
Neat how the human body refuses to run properly when sugar is the only source of fuel given to it.
Protien, some source of complex carbs (ie whole grain) and some fruits or veggies would be our best bet for foods right now.
M.
Posted on 2010-09-15 at 18:01:32.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: We could use one though...
It might help our chars decide what to do sometimes, just don't tell the Rev:
oooohhh
M.
Posted on 2010-09-15 at 16:40:46.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Well...
Since you brought Jebus into all of this...
I think it's a bad idea to move Mac until he's been stitched. Sanitary napkins will only hold for so long.
Do we stay long enough to get him patched up then everyone head to the grocery store, load up... then head to the harbor?
M.
Posted on 2010-09-15 at 14:49:25.
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