Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: :)
A little long he says... 
But... ohhh... yes lovely RP work from the rest of you. Twas so exciting to read that this morning. This game is turning out great! 
M.
Posted on 2010-08-20 at 13:49:22.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: *nod*
Amber was upset with his first comments, but has pretty much let it go once he appologized. Hell she freaked out on Murph in her opening post, she knows they are all under pressure.
If Amber uses a weapon on anyone/anything other than a zombie at this point I imagine it will either be herself or one of you whom she mistakes for a zombie.
We'll try not to have the scene from Zombieland repeated. But... no promises... 
M.
Posted on 2010-08-19 at 17:59:21.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: hmmm
railroad
Posted on 2010-08-19 at 17:31:20.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: but who will we use them on?
....
Anyways... back to business. No offense sunow. I know Amber didn't respond to Jake. She's just a little busy going insane. I'm sure the others will respond in their posts though.
M.
Posted on 2010-08-19 at 16:38:32.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: Paranoia...
A hand resting on Amber’s shoulder temporarily stopped the chant ringing between her ears. With a slight gasp she looked up, but found only Mac, and not one of those hideous creatures, looking at her sympathetically.
"Hey, don't let it get to you. With the exception of one of us, I think, none of us are ex-military.”
One of us? ohhh… Tom. Her eyes left Mac for a moment and waivered to the fuming mechanic. He’s right… why didn’t I see that before? All those Killian’s, decent tips, small talk… I only saw a mechanic. Wonder what else I’ve missed…
“We are not soldiers, that's not our mind-set. Just remember that courage is facing your fears to get a job done, that must be done. Now if you don't mind I need you to trade that crow bar for my walking stick for a moment. I wouldn't wanna leave you without a weapon."
Courage? she laughed internally as she stared at him blankly for a moment.
Finally she pulled herself up off the trunk of the squad car which brought her very close to Mac. Without conscious thought she pressed herself closer to him and looked up into his eyes, a move she had learned in another life that usually got whatever she wanted out of a man, and some habits are hard to break. “I know a thing or two about courage Mac. I delivered a child… in a way this is very similar. We don’t have much of a choice now do we? We have to face whatever is around us or put a bullet in our heads. Until I do that I’m keeping it together…” she whispered into the sliver between them. Her eyes were dark and for a moment opened up into her shattered spirit.
Before he could respond she released the crowbar out of her grip and pushed it against his chest, grabbed his walking stick and brushed past him.
Taking a wide stance a few feet from the car and watched as the others began going through it. She purposefully kept her back to the corpse, and tried not to think of it. Instead she found herself watching as Murph bent over the ruined engine. Stained jeans outlined the lines of his legs and up to a rather shapely back end.
Wonder what that looked like in a dress uniform? Navy whites? Air Force blue? Army tan? Or perhaps the dark blue with that sexy red stripe up the side… Jar heads really had the best uniforms… hmmm… I should ask sometime… maybe he’s still got it in the closet…
Closet!?
God Amber. Snap out of it. How long has it been since you really considered even dating? And now… in the middle of a life or death situation you are imagining how good one of your old customers might look in a uniform. This isn’t the time or the place. That thing that came out of the alley won’t be the only one.
Where are all the people? Focus… or next time it will be blood, not urine, running down your legs.
She shuddered and ripped her eyes from Murph while he toiled on the engine. Her vision refocused on the road. The broken white line running down the middle led her to the intersection ahead of them. Several cars had piled up there. At this time of day the sun blared almost directly above, lighting the crash site in glaring brilliance. Glittering points of sunlight rose from corners of chrome, mirrors that failed to keep the drivers safe and shattered safety glass. Beyond those glittering points though were shadows cast by the metallic corpses.
Titling her head she zeroed in on a red minivan that leaned over a smaller sports car. In the back window a yellow sign hung crookedly ‘Baby on Board’ it read. Swallowing hard she stared at it, watching with terrified fascination as a small blood coated hand reached out of the shadows and pressed against the window. Around the minivan other shadows began to move, dull eyes peered out at her, hands began to open doors and reach out toward her…
She snapped her eyes shut and swallowed the scream that welled in her throat. When she gained the courage to reopen them again the crash site sat still and silent in the glittering sun. The ‘Baby on Board’ sign hung harmlessly in the window with no tiny hands behind it… not yet. But she kept watching and waited for the shadows to begin moving…
Posted on 2010-08-19 at 15:23:48.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: And...
What do you mean 'well equipped cruiser'?
There were NO doughnuts! Come on!
M.
Posted on 2010-08-18 at 23:17:02.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: LOL
You guys are funny.
Ohh... Tiamat. I saw your post. I'll respond to it once I see what the GM has to post too. Not ignoring you I promise. Just figured I'd get all my responding in at once 
M.
Posted on 2010-08-18 at 19:20:40.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: here we go again...
Back on Amber and Murph...
Romance? Come on... we are too busy fighting zombies to worry about such things.
Nothing going on there.
M.
Posted on 2010-08-18 at 17:47:15.
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Topic: Another Newbee
Subject: hello!
Welcome welcome.
Um... all the other staffliness has gone over the basic stuff.
Um... so... don't feed the Grugg and let us know if you need anything!
M.
Posted on 2010-08-18 at 17:29:20.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Definatly!
Don't feel intimidated...
Been doing stuff like this for many many years now (more than I would care to admit)...
and yes as Eol said you all help to 'inspire' the fluff
Honestly I usually just read over what everyone else has written, get a general idea of what I want to do, pull up Word put myself into my char's position and start typing (usually ending up somewhere else with my char than I had originally anticipated)...
M.
p.s. and wait... what did you say Olan? Game mechanics? Are those like the little guys that run around the engine room on Star Trek in red shirts getting exploded? 
-M.
Posted on 2010-08-18 at 16:33:40.
Edited on 2010-08-18 at 16:36:29 by Merideth
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: ...
Although I must admit I'm not that surprised that the GM would applaud me for making my char pee herself and then teeter on the edge of a nervous breakdown in the middle of the zombie apocalypse.
And Emily thought she was a good target.
Thanks though.
And... what?! Outgrow RP?!  Never!!
M.
Posted on 2010-08-18 at 16:08:53.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: Fluff?
The repetitive thuds of their footfalls pounded through her head as they walked through the bare sunlight. With a shiver she curled her arms close to her chest and rubbed at the goosebumps that crept onto her bare skin. She felt exposed and despite trying to remind herself that she had been actually more exposed before the feeling was too tangible to shake off.
The sight of the police car ahead of them had filled her with a confused tangle of emotions. Police officers had never been her favorite group of public servants. The glove box of the Tempo (short for ‘Temporarily Working’) left behind O’Brians was stuffed with pretty yellow tickets she had been trying to figure out how to pay, not to mention the few run-ins with the fuzz back on the East Side that she liked to forget about. However, right then she could think of several adult video scenes she would be more than happy to replicate in return for the protection of one of Chicago’s finest.
Squinting through the glare she tried to determine if there was anyone alive in the cruiser. Her eyes ticked over the details as they got closer. The door was open. Against the shadows inside she could make out the dark leather seats, the laptop fixed to the consol (now as dark as the face plate on her phone), the curled pigtail of the police radio that lay somewhere in the darker shadows of the floor boards now, but no boy in blue. Her soft soled ballet flats moved of their own accord behind those in front of her as her eyes moved toward the back seat, the door was closed though and the light of the sun was making it hard to see inside. Staring intently at the golden square of the window for any sign of movement she missed the approach of the creature from the alley.
Murph’s voice shattered the world as he screamed, “Make for the cruiser!”
When it shattered a flood of water must have broken through, because everything began to move slowly as if she were at the bottom of a pool. Her head turned from the cruiser towards where the voice had come from, dark ponytail swaying through the thick atmosphere as she did. The thing approaching from the alley was too horrifying to be believed and even with Murph yelling more commands she could do nothing but stand there and stare.
The complex synapses running through her body began to relay messages to her brain but they were not making sense. The water that had had slowed down the progression of the earth was running down her legs in hot thin rivulets until it trickled into her shoes. A sudden flash of light and heat around her triggered her body further. Soon she felt her lungs empty and wondered momentarily if she was drowning, instead of simply screaming as the high octave that her vocal cords warped the expelled air into failed to reach her ears. The thing before them seemed to explode and lights danced before her eyes. Thunder crashed nearby, thoughts of God intervening and striking down their enemy with lightning pulsed through her mind at the same time it registered the weaker clang that clattered from where her damp feet were still (surprisingly) fixed to the earth.
The thing collapsed to the pavement. Several heartbeats passed and no others joined it. The true movement of time began to seep back.
In a rush her lungs filled with air, chocking her with the sudden force. Bending over she grasped her knees coughing and desperately trying to remind her body how to breathe as she stared at the crowbar lying dormant on the ground. The pungent odor of urine stinging her nose with each inhalation and she began to piece together the shattered jigsaw of the last few moments.
I panicked. God.
Dropped the crowbar…
Peed myself…
Screamed…
The others had reacted… killed the… thing over there…
It’s human.
No… it isn’t human. I refuse to believe it is human. I’ve seen some of the vile things humans can do to each other… but that is not human.
I can’t believe I panicked…
Get a hold of yourself now Amber. Come on. Everyone is watching. Your skirt is black, they won’t notice the stain… pick up your weapon and get moving…
It took another good shove of her internal voice and even then every tendon and muscle in her body screamed out in protest as she grasped the crowbar off the ground and stood back up. She took a moment to smooth out her hair and clothes before making her way towards the cruiser with the others. All the while she kept her eyes on the blue pinstripe running down the length of the car, refusing to make eye contact with the others.
Around her she was aware of them though. Emily demanding to not be treated as an invalid. Alaster and Murph stepping a few paces away from her before erupting into an argument. Mac keeping to himself.
We aren’t going to make it… we aren’t going to make it… we aren’t going to make it…
The thought chanted through her head over and over as she listened and watched. Weakly she made her way to the trunk of the fuzz mobile and planted her slightly damp rear end on its white surface, leaning against it with her feet spread for support on the ground below. Fingers clenched the crowbar to her chest until her knuckles turned white and she stared at the pavement listening to the chant continue as tears streamed down her cheeks.
((While the cruiser is being looked over she will just lean against it unless someone tries to approach her. She will, however, move out with the group when prompted to do so))
Posted on 2010-08-18 at 15:37:54.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Working on it...
Life likes to keep throwing poo at me... spent most of yesterday putting all my ducks in a row and calming back down.
I will try to get something up before the end of my work day here if you can wait until then o'master of the inn.
M.
Posted on 2010-08-18 at 13:59:49.
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Topic: LD Filler: Roll For Save
Subject: There is no need to roll
Men always fail that one (at least straight ones).
Hell last night my husband was DMing for us... I was worried about an attack roll (I'd been rolling terrible all night) and he suggested 'warming' the die in my cleavage. Even with the three I rolled I still managed to hit.
See... even the enemy fails...
Nice work... I'll have to show this to the hubby when I get home
M.
Posted on 2010-08-17 at 20:10:42.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: They are trying to ruin us!
Ran across this while avoiding work today, thought I would share here:
No Zombies!!?
M.
Posted on 2010-08-17 at 19:13:20.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Malek
Thanks. I think for now we should still probably stay with everyone, but glad we got the air cleared out between Alaster and Amber at least before we got into a real mess.
Nice RP too. Find the shift key on your keyboard and I think you'll be a great addition around here.
M.
Posted on 2010-08-16 at 16:55:53.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: Stick Together
The smell of French Toast filled up the tiny bedroom, spreading from one dinosaur poster to the next. A lump was curled up under the blue comforter, only a mop of dark curls and one tiny little hand poking out of the top. Amber sat down at the end of the bed, near the bottom of that lump and laid the plate of steaming French Toast on the banged up bedside table.
“Wake up…” She whispered and nudged the lump a few times before finally a pair of dazzeling green eyes blearily peered out from the shadows of the comforter.
A bright smile spread across her face and she leaned over, grasping the comforter and pulling it down only to attack the exposed belly under it with tickles. “Good morning my big birthday boy!” She hailed over the run of giggles that erupted from the little boy. “Got you breakfast in bed…”
Alaster was standing across from her, he had just spoken to her she realized. Blinking twice she swept the smell of French Toast from her mind and stared blankly at him.
Alaster leaned against the window and in a hushed tone plead wiht amber for forgiveness "I-i wanted to let you know I'm sorry I have no excuse for my actions but i feel bad for what I said. I cant even imagine what it must be like to... well not be in control of a personal situation. I just wanted to let you know I've got your back no matter what I'm not going to let anything happen to you or the rest of them especially Emily. With your permission she's quite frail and as you seem to be the one with her if she needs it i can carry her im sober enough for that. And built quite well..." Alaster chuckled hesitantly to himself before continuing "anyways I just want to make things right and if that means me following you to find your boy I'll be there for you to deffend you and your kin if it means me die. and you know they can get things together at Wrigley if you want to see if your boy is where you left him. I know its a long shot but its worth a try and i can help fend anyone off... just please give me a chance to make up for what i said i know it hurt you and im sorry."
She slowly sighed, her expression had softened some as he spoke. “Joshua… his name is Joshua. He’s three…” Her eyes closed a moment when they threatened to yet again spill over and she shook her head.
“I’m not with Emily any more than I’m with any of you really. She’s sick though… and… you know I was going to be a nurse once.” She shrugged. “I am a mother though, so… I can’t help taking care of her some.”
Finally she nodded and offered the forgiveness she could presently. “I know you didn’t mean what you said. It did hurt though. Joshua is my world… but…” Her eyes closed again as she continued to speak. “I know how upset all of are, and scared. Despite that… we have to try and work together and… and be reasonable. Joshua was with my brother and his family the night… that night. They are good people. If…” she swallowed down her next words,
if he’s still alive now it’s because of them… if not…
“Phillip will keep Joshua safe as long as he has to.” She said out loud, trying to sound firm in that belief. “Our best chances are to stay together for now. It won’t do any good to go running off without supplies or other people just to get ourselves killed… but… thank you. Your offer means a lot. And perhaps there will come a time to take you up on it. For now… we have to all work together, get Emily some medicine and set up a base with supplies. One hour at a time… Joshua will be okay. He will…” Her eyes opened slowly as she made herself believe that and offered Alaster a weak smile.
Posted on 2010-08-16 at 16:24:22.
Edited on 2010-08-16 at 16:26:33 by Merideth
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Taken care of...
Amber took the crowbar, leaving the bat free. Also offered Em the pool stick.
Ready to move out now!
M.
Posted on 2010-08-16 at 14:31:26.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: Move us out Sarge...
Amber came back into the main room and quietly began to look around for an improved weapon. The crowbar was still sitting on the counter she noticed and after a moment of weighing it out she went over and picked it up.
After that she went over to Emily and offered a small smile.
"Here... it's rather light... and well... you can probably use it to help keep you steady too." And handed over the pool stick.
That done she leaned up against one of the columns, staring out the broken front door at the deserted street laying there in the pale morning light, lost in thoughts and memories until everyone began to move out.
Posted on 2010-08-16 at 14:00:31.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: glad to see I'm still alive...
And some lovely posts from my fellow survivors.
BTW... so... who has what weapons for the record?
M.
Posted on 2010-08-15 at 23:21:06.
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Topic: Loaded Dice #54: Twisted Mind of the DM
Subject: Tentacled monsters are evil!
Nice one though. Art is beautiful as always.
I don't know if it was intentional or not, but I liked the 'grid' look on the ground under the fire, makes it feel like they are camping out right there on the game mat.
M.
Posted on 2010-08-13 at 19:16:18.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: what?
With one of Eol's characters? Please... 
I have better taste than that.
M.
Posted on 2010-08-13 at 18:56:27.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Alright...
I'm heading out of town after work today and have no real plans of logging back on until Monday morning.
I've posted up and put in my vote for our movements here.
She will get a more 'suitable' club for her and Emily out of some chair or table leg before heading out. Will likely help Emily along unless one of the men offer to do so instead.
M.
Posted on 2010-08-13 at 17:13:20.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: My two cents
Amber felt her bladder clench when the doors had finally been broken open and the dusty light of late morning filtered down the stairs. But nothing had happened, her bladder had relaxed as did her grip on the pool stick. The next few minutes were spent coaxing Emily to her feet, and then up into the strip of daylight.
Upstairs she paused a moment to look around at what was left of the bar she worked in, then drew a deep breath, trying not to lose it again. A quick survey found a chair of some structural integrity which she righted and helped Emily down into. The girl was wheezing about medical supplies…
And what about whatever you have child? she thought to herself, but just nodded.
“Don’t worry. I think a drug store is the top of everyone’s list. I’ll go talk to Murph about it, he’s kind of taking charge here. You just rest there for a bit. We’ll try to find something for you to use as a weapon too… just in case.” She offered a smile that felt nearly as fake as it looked, patted the girl’s shoulder and then went to find Murph while he rummaged through the ruins.
She glanced at the small mountain of things he had already gathered on the bar then looked at him. “My purse is in the back office… it should hold most of that… if you want to come back with me, we could get loaded up.” She said and gave him a long look that seemed to ask him to come back for more than just her purse, she needed a moment to talk to him.
((Assuming a positive response here))
Once in the back she hesitated long enough to find her purse, a bright purple leather bag decked out in silver chains with plastic jeweled hearts dangling from them the size of a small duffle bag, only the frays around the edges spoke of how long she had been holding onto that designer bag.
“A little girly… but…” she shrugged as she began to dump the contents onto Patty’s desk. It truly is amazing what one woman can carry around with her in one of those bags. Her entire life before this spilled out: Makeup, hairbrushes, jewelry and hair ties, a magazine, wallet, keys, receipts like confetti, gum wrappers, a whole package of wet wipes, a pair of socks, three boxes of crayons, and six army men were at the top of the pile.
She picked up one of the army men and then handed him the bag to fill with ammo. It didn’t take long for her eyes to start to gloss over.
“Look… I’m… sorry about… the phone and… ehhh…” she shook her head and sighed a bit. “I’m just scared. No… terrified. So I wanted to apologize, and say thank you as well.” Her bottom lip was nibbled slightly as she looked up at him.
“Thanks for talking some sense into me… and everyone else.” She held up her hand when it looked like he might comment on that.
“Don’t. Just take it and you don’t have to say anything. I know that this is the right thing. And I don’t know what you have planned, if anything. But… it doesn’t matter that I want to find Joshua more than anything in the world right now… or anyone else’s loved ones they want to find, or wherever they might want to head to for our next hole up… we have to get some medicine for Emily. She’s coughing up blood.” Amber looked at him with genuine concern for the girl. “She’s playing it off some, but… that has to be our priority. I won’t have her death on my conscience. I’m trusting that Phillip on Connie have Joshua safe… and will until we can get to them. So… there is my opinion… penicillin and then…” she shrugged and brushed a lock of her dark hair from her face.
“They should be waiting for us… and we should get moving.”
But before heading out of the room she tucked her cracked cell phone, and the army man into a pocket on the side of the purse, giving him a slightly embarrassed look before hurrying back out to the others.
Posted on 2010-08-13 at 17:08:47.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: We're in
Charge!!
M.
Posted on 2010-08-13 at 16:15:49.
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