Topic: Loaded Dice #56: Of Bravado and Stupidity...
Subject: I'm first!
Whoo!
You got my vote.
This actually reminds me of the 4e game my husband is running right now. I'm a cleric and I've focused all my powers on healing to keep the party alive. The last few nights we've been fighting in a dungeon and I've had two fellow players dissapear down hallways (opposite hallways even), out of range and even sight of the cleric.
It's amazing no one has actually died yet. 
I keep yelling at them 'Don't go down there! Not until I have a chance to follow, and stop going opposite directions, there is only one of me! I can't follow you both!!'
But they won't listen.
M.
Posted on 2010-09-09 at 14:04:21.
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Topic: It's time to hand out the pink Shirt now
Subject: :(
I find it sad that you haven't had good experiences with couples in your games. My husband and I have been playing together for years, he actually got me started on my first game.
We have a few married couples here at the Inn...
And while it doesn't always work out great sometimes it can.
I'll admit once or twice over those years we've had little tiffs over a game, but honestly they have been nothing compared to the arguments that the guys have had with each other game play. But then I suppose it comes down to the people involved, some people can make it work, some can't.
((and you know now that I think of it we've only had one time when our characters were involved with each other romantically, most of the time we either have unattached characters or they are hooked up with other players or NPC's... never been an issue though))
M.
Posted on 2010-09-09 at 13:25:54.
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Topic: It's time to hand out the pink Shirt now
Subject: I like the shirt idea...
Of course I always play the coward character on purpose.
I once built a cleric (she's made small appearances on this site), who grew up completly sheltered and was terrified of violence. To the point that the first time I ever used her on the battle field she ended up crawling around on her hands and knees to get to fallen patriots. When I used her model for Tek's game she fainted during the first encounter. What was great was that on the table top game I had given her every vow I could that would protect her from being touched, when the orc did try to hit her his weapon simply shattered, so she had no real reason to be so terrified, but she was.
And my latest character, Amber, froze and peed herself when Olan threw the first batch of zombies at us. 
But hey... I look good in pink, although I prefer a soft baby pink to the hot shocking pink, works better with my hair I feel 
M.
Posted on 2010-09-08 at 19:34:46.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: I am an opera singer...
I stand on painted tape
It tells me where I'm going
And when to throw my cape
I've sung for Kings in Europe
And Emperors in Japan
Posted on 2010-09-08 at 17:37:03.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Cake or Death?
I'll have the cake please...
M.
Posted on 2010-09-08 at 16:49:07.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: How will this end?
Murph hunkered down beside her on the floor, and sometimes she was amazed how well his proximity seemed to soothe her, “How ya doin’, Amber?”
"I'm still here..." she said quietly.
Haven't slit my wrists or drowned in the candy I picked up...
“Gettin’ closer, baby,” he murmured softly as he tugged on the sheathe of the machete he’d just lashed to the pack and ensuring it would hold without a problem, “We’ll get us a few more supplies, get hunkered down in this place that Steve’s talkin’ about, and then we’ll go get Josh. You just hang with me…” He flicked her a wink, then, but, otherwise, didn’t wait for her to reply.
She was glad he had not spared her another look, but had instead looked back into the shadowed bowels of the store, because suddenly she waivered again.
Getting close to what exactly?
We aren't getting anywhere Tom. And every moment I spend sitting here taping things to my bag I could be out looking for Josh.
And what if it's too late?
What if I waited too long?
What if he ends up like that kid in that movie about the pets? Cute little kid... running up and down the halls with that syringe... just wanting to play. And he did, with a nice lethal injection into his mother.
Or that other one... up in Alaska... that little girl hiding in the shadows just waiting for a meal.
No more playing patty-cake for those children.
Or worse yet... what if he was just gone? Laying out in the yard like those bodies were laying in the car wreck... rotting slowly in the elements?
Or if the shadows simply ate him... ate him like they would eat the rest of them one by one...
The world began to spin around her, and even though her stomach was empty she felt she might vomit. Shadows that dipped between the aisles stretched out blood encrusted tentacles toward her like some Lovecraft novel come to life.
Her fingers reached out toward her bag, knowing almost instinctively that the means to stop all of this for awhile, or permamently if she choose, were buried inside of it. But before they dissapeared into the bag a shred of sanity came flittering back. Roughly she grabbed the zipper pull to the bag and yanked it closed.
Still needing something to do they then reached for the tails of Tom's blue work shirt and tied them into a knot at her belly, pulling the shirt closer to her and further wrapping herself up in him and his scent.
Hold on to that Amber... and know that Phillip will do everything he can to protect Joshua... that you'll go find him safe and sound as soon as it is reasonable to.
As she stood up though, slinging the bag over her shoulder and letting the hatchet hang at her side she could still hear that little boy's voice in her head from the movie, 'Want to play?'
“C’mon, folks,” Tom urged, “if we’re hopin’ to do any grocery shoppin’ before we find us a hotel, we need to wrap this up!”
Posted on 2010-09-08 at 02:25:10.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: :)
I was jking. I wasn't actually planning on having the crowbar accessible in an instant. Amber is certianly planning on carrying said crowbar for a longer distance than a few floors in an elevator so would put on more tape... it's also taped to a bag instead of a pretty sexy sweaty bare back... heavy canvas likely bonds better with duct tape than sweat... oh... and that was also christmas mailing tape not 300 mph tape... and yeah... I'm not Bruce. Just giving you a hard time
M.
Posted on 2010-09-07 at 18:27:51.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: But but...
Bruce Willis quick drew that hand gun! 
Then again... I guess I'm not Bruce Willis.
M.
Posted on 2010-09-07 at 18:18:30.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Well there...
To get us moving...
I can edit/backpost as needed but figured that moved us forward.
Also addressed the weapon issue. Let me know if I stepped out of line anywhere Olan.
M.
Posted on 2010-09-07 at 17:59:12.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: Lizzie didn't do it... but if she did this would have been one sweet weapon...
Amber followed Emily (Little Miss Goody Two Shoes) to the back, she tried to make small talk about the girl’s medical training as she went.
“Harvard Medical eh? Must have made your parents proud…” etc…
Mostly just to try and get over the creeping fear of the shadows that leered at her in the pharmacy’s aisles of candy. When they got there and began to stock up she paused before one of the bottles she recognized from her days with Daniel. It looked much like the others around it, however she knew it was something special. Something that before all of this went down would go for a decent price in the right parking lot.
When she had played around with these things she had stuck mainly to the drugs that came in perfect little pill forms, with numbers, letters and lines imprinted on them. Knowing they were designed by scientists and put together in laboratories approved by the FDA made her more comfortable than the mysterious powders put together by some stoned out kid in his parent’s basement.
Making sure Emily was looking the other direction she had reached out and grabbed the bottle, quickly shoving it into her bag.
What would the future doctor have to say about that? What would she have to say about you in general come to think about it? Sure I’ve cleaned up a lot… (if you ignored the bottle you just secreted in your bag) but some people still can’t look past what you were… although does it matter much now anyway? She continued to think along these lines as she passed down the aisle, tipping two or three other bottles that she thought might be nice for personal use as she went.
Up front she could hear the men talking again, discussing their supplies. Hurriedly she took the book bag with her stash and gathered up a few other items she thought would be useful before joining everyone up front.
As she slung the bag over her shoulder she happened to catch a flicker of ‘Murphy’ written on the patch over her heart. Almost guiltily she raised her gaze through her dark lashes and found him standing amongst the others, directing them out of the store.
And more importantly what will he think? Will he want to stick around when he finds out you spent a year taking your clothes off for other men? Will he want to carry you around when you get yourself doped up?
You’re a mess dear.
She took a deep breath, passed Murph a weary smile and then stepped out into the sunlight again. It felt good to be back in the light to be where she could see everything. The feeling would not last long, for soon their little band wound their way into the shadows of the hardware store.
A quick survey of the building brought on one level of disappointment. No pants. The tiny little black skirt would have to continue to suffice for now. However there was a shining hatchet hanging off a peg in one aisle. Gathering it into her hands she went back to the front of the store, waiting for the men to figure out the more complicated weapons.
She sat down on the floor a decent distance from any windows and the darkest of shadows and began to better arrange her pack while she waited, including strapping the crowbar to the back of her bag with a roll of duct tape she had swiped from the checkout counter. Now and then she glanced up to look out the window or down the rows of tools at her companions.
Posted on 2010-09-07 at 17:58:16.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Ohhh...
Clear Plastic Coveralls... sexy 
Um... wait this is PG... nm
Hatchet please.
Domo arigato.
M.
Posted on 2010-09-07 at 16:33:34.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Hardware Store
Thanks for moving us on...
And lets see... shopping list for hardware store.
Well although it makes me sad to let go of the 'Hollywood' look Amber's got going on a real pair of pants would be good, painter's bibs, coveralls, jeans... whatever they might have that would protect her currently rather bare legs...
Ohhh... and an ax... or perhaps a smaller hatchet (she's not that big/strong, flexible yes... strong no). 
She'll leave the rest of the 'tools' up to the boys.
She got what she needed in the pharmacy
M.
Posted on 2010-09-07 at 16:12:55.
Edited on 2010-09-07 at 16:13:48 by Merideth
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: You know...
Eol's post count wouldn't be nearly so high if he could finish a thought in a post instead of using three posts to get his point across.
M.
Posted on 2010-09-07 at 14:31:07.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: be patient Gruggster
I realize you live up in the frigid north... but here in America it's a holiday weekend. We've been busy stuffing our faces with braut's and drinking down soda and beer.
We'll get the plot moving again soon.
M.
Posted on 2010-09-06 at 20:13:54.
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Topic: Hi Hi
Subject: Well hello!
Good to finally met the prodigy child. Here is an official welcome to you. Hope you enjoy reading all of our work and maybe get brave enough to post some yourself.
M.
Posted on 2010-09-05 at 17:01:49.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Oh!
I know weekends are usually slow with this game... but thought I would mention I'm taking off tomorrow, so for the next four days my time will be spotty. Got a big furniture move planned (don't worry... I'm just supervising for the big stuff, I can carry blankets and such until I get too tired).
I'm pretty caught up though right now... so all should be good
M.
Posted on 2010-09-02 at 20:46:42.
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Topic: LD Filler: The New Adventure
Subject: Yeah...
There is no need to comment, Reddit says it all
It's at like 23 up and 8 down
Way to go!
M.
Posted on 2010-09-02 at 18:30:46.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: But!!
But you look so good in a black and red command uniform. 
M.
Posted on 2010-09-02 at 15:27:19.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: :)
Well I'll run my shopping list past you via PM. Anything not found here she'll look for over at Treasure Island when/if they get there
M.
Posted on 2010-09-02 at 14:38:10.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Personally...
I'm more worried about what is buried in the TP!
Oh... and to help out a bit. Olan actually said in his post describing the store that there were backpacks. So we are good on that front.
I'm going to assume that this is like the Walgreens by my house and will work up a shopping list for Amber to run by the DM
Not that it will probably matter much, she'll probably die soon, but hey I'm stickler for details.
((You know speaking of details for Olan's games... I did make it through all of the ST:NG episodes in prep for the Trek game finally ))
M.
Posted on 2010-09-02 at 14:20:41.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: :)
Well boss, glad to hear I'm living up to expectations still.
God I can't wait to get her on drugs! 
M.
Posted on 2010-09-01 at 16:58:07.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: This weeks special!
Amber followed Murph down the street and to the front of the Save-Rite. At the door the other ‘boys’ were engaging in a competition of ‘whose got the biggest ****.’ It reminded her of Daniel, and not in a good way. However, she had learned over the years not to get in the way of such a pissing contest, you only got peed on.
And we’ve had enough of that today haven’t we? she thought to herself with bitter wryness.
So instead of focusing on the boys she did what she used to in these situations, she turned her attention to something more interesting. Without Tom’s arms around her she found the shadows were creeping back. They hung heavily over the racks that she could make out through the large glass windows.
Why aren’t they broken? They should be broken like every other one on this street…
The fact that they weren’t broken was just as comforting as it was worrisome. The glass provided a barrier between her and the dark ink spots inside of the store. At the same time it caught the glare of the sun and made it hard for her to follow the paths of the inky spots. Something was moving inside, she was certain; something that called those shadows home. No matter how hard she squinted, though, she could not distinguish it completely.
It was yet again Tom who brought her thoughts back into the light, turning with his SLP poised for action. “You guys just stay put a minute, all right…”
Amber realized then that the pissing contest was over and the drug store was about to be breeched. She opened her mouth to speak, but the look of worry and frustration washing over Tom’s features told her she didn’t need to. Even if he hadn’t seen what she had
Was anyone seeing it Amber, or just you?
He at least expected it. A momentarily blink passed an apology over to her before he headed into the shadows after the boys. She watched through the sun-glared window as the three made tenuous steps inside and were at least not immediately mauled to death. Murph turned back then and signaled the all clear.
Amber was the last to go in, pausing a moment at the door and locking her eyes on Tom’s.
I don’t want to go in… please dear God tell me it’s safe. It’s so dark… so dark…
Safe as houses baby… I promised I’d take care of you… he seemed to smile back as he touched her shoulder and ushered her inside.
The inside of the store was like a pure nightmare. She could not avoid the shadows and felt their oily touch move over her skin. Swallowing hard she attempted to control the fear that grew so intensely inside of her she was certain it would appear on an x-ray as some vicious tumor. It was not working that well though, and she stood fixed on the white tile of the entrance staring. Eyes peered at her from the cosmetics aisle
Those foundations will never match your rosy complexion though… should have tried the suntan lotion perhaps…
; fingers danced across boxes of candy
Not the kind you are looking for though, Bon-Bon’s won’t help control this will they? But will some Vitamin R help? Or just make this worse?
Amber’s head spun as she watched the shadows move and shift.
“What the… Hey! Whoa!!!” Murph’s voice cried out over her shoulder and she caught a glimpse of real movement as he swung his gun toward the shadows. She followed the aim and every drop of blood in her body seemed to turn to dust.
Oh God… they really did move…
Her grip on the crow bar tightened as a figure seemingly was birthed of the shadows. Under the skin, still slick with the shadows oils, her biceps tensed as they prepared to swing if the shadow creature came within reach.
But things did not go as she had thought they would. Instead of charging the shadow creature seemed to turn as if to run from them. There was no inhuman cry that should have bounced off the aisles and mirrors hanging in the drug store. Instead she heard Murph begin to stumble over words behind her.
“Wait… wait… it’s all right, man. We ain’t here to hurt ya… it’s all right… My name’s Murph. Murphy… Tommy… Tom Murphy…”
Amber let her gaze wander from the shadow creature’s retreat long enough to look at Murph and make sure he was being serious. He seemed to be, with his weapon lowered and a smile cracking over his face.
If he’s serious about talking to it… then…
Quickly she swung her eyes back at the figure and really tried to look at it this time. Murph could be right, it could be just another survivor, like them, not like those things outside.
God… you’re seeing things moving in the shadows that aren’t there… and a moment ago you were ready to swing a crowbar on a fellow human being. So much for keeping yourself together Amber… at this rate a few Vitamin R’s won’t hurt a thing… and a Lude or two? Hell maybe three… to block it all out once the jitters stopped from the R’s?
She shook her head to clear it.
You gave that up for Josh. Don’t fall back down the rabbit hole now, Josh could still need you. And what would Tom think of you popping pills?
Dark eyes refocused on Tom a moment as he tried to reason with the man
shadow creature
Who backed away from them.
She didn’t answer herself. Instead she took a few steps further into the drug store, shivering as the heavy oil seemed to suck her in. At the checkout counter she stopped and leaned over, putting the crowbar on the counter as she rested much of her weight on her hands. A flyer displaying sales on mundane items like toilet paper, soda and lipstick stared back up at her from another dimension.
“Tom’s right… I think you scared us as much as we scared you. We just… needed some medicine and supplies.” Amber added to Murph’s attempt at a speech, but never raised her eyes from the toilet paper ad.
I never used that brand… the quilted kind was better… but that is a really good price for 24 rolls... of course now… now it’s free which is even better… except the toilets don’t flush…
Posted on 2010-09-01 at 16:48:57.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Wait... what?
Ohhh... I'm not calling him.
He stalks me with PM's when he should be working... *nod*
M.
Posted on 2010-09-01 at 14:52:21.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Gruggles?
He might eat us before the zombies have a chance!
Ohh... and yes lovely work UncleDog.
Will be interesting to have you in the group.
I'm trying to work up Amber's response today. I'd probably do better if Eol would actually go answer a phone instead of sending me PM's though
M.
Posted on 2010-09-01 at 14:35:59.
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Topic: Hello, Hello
Subject: Wait a second...
Eol has a hole? And somehow I'm semi-responsible for putting him in it? When did all of this go down?
Ohh... and hello!
Welcome to the Inn and all that Jazz... jump in, let us know if you have any questions/get lost...
Glad to have you onboard!
M.
Posted on 2010-08-31 at 19:53:24.
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