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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Speak for yourselves!!!
Haven't I told you that I'm indestructible? 
Seriously, though... that's the gist of that epic post that Meri and I worked on and I just added to the thread... Murph's rallying up his military demeanor and trying to get these folks together so that they at least believe they're gonna make it a little further... If he has to tell them, convince them, the he's indestructible, that's what he'll do... and he'll do his best from here on out to make sure the rest of them think they're indestructible, as well.
And, yeah... hide the good china and the guest towels if Murph and Amber buy the farm... Here come the Bickersons.
Posted on 2010-08-20 at 14:19:50.
Edited on 2010-08-20 at 14:20:58 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: Sgt Murphy and the basement brigade! LOL
Amber kept staring at the pile of cars ahead of them. He could easily tell by the quick rising and falling of 'World Series Games' written over her chest that she was breathing hard and likely her heart was pounding along with it. When she finally spoke it was a small hushed whisper that escaped from her lips.
“There are more... in there... but they keep hiding in the shadows. Maybe even a child... I don't think I can kill a child Tom.”
More? A child? What?
Murph watched her for a minute, trying to make sense of what she’d said, then, when he managed to stop looking at her and forced his gaze to track hers towards the pile of cars, the apparent randomness of what she’d said made a little bit more sense. ‘Baby On Board’ the sign in the back of the mini van read… it wasn’t necessarily the totality of the multicar wreck that had captured her attention and fear as much as it was that one tiny piece of it. It kind of made his heart ache, too, seeing that one tiny detail taunting them from the chaos of broken plastic, glass and twisted metal… He sighed softly, then, and, forcing his own eyes to let go of that sign, moved a little closer to her.
“Oh,” he said, not really sure what to do but tentatively reaching out an arm to wrap around her shoulders… he felt the tremble in her then that he hadn’t actually seen when he’d first looked at her. “Listen, sweety,” he continued softly, pulling her to him with a gentle squeeze…He worked his other arm through the SLP’s sling and hitched it up onto his shoulder, freeing his hand to cup her chin and guide her eyes away from the sign and shadows that tormented her… when he got her gaze pinned down with his own, he said; “you don’t have to kill anything, okay?
You let me and Mac and Alaster worry about anything like that… All you need to do is stay close, stay calm, and don’t wander too far off…” He tried a reassuring smile, then, but wasn’t sure what it might have looked like to her; “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, Amber… Hell, I haven’t even gotten to ask you out yet… wanna stick with me until I get that chance?”
“I...” She tried to respond but lost her voice the first time and started again.
“I'm flattered... I... but... I'm a single mother... I work two jobs... I really... don't...” she blinked a little as she realized what she was saying and then offered an awkward smile to him before finishing in a voice that threatened to either break into laughter or hysterical sobs.
“"I really don't have time... to date... Time for another man in my life except Joshua... it was very sweet of you though...
God... I just gave you The Speech...” and her voice broke into that laugh although it was so light and airy that a light breeze could rip it to shreds and spatter it across the landscape.
Murph laughed along with her – He wasn’t about to admit it to her now, of course, but fear of ‘the Speech’ (and maybe fear of the same thing happening with her as had happened with Jenny all those years ago) was what had kept him from asking Amber out before the world ended – and gave her another reassuring squeeze. “I figured you’d say no,” he chuckled, “but I figured, hey, the two jobs are probably done with and I kinda like kids, so why not give it a shot, right?”
You gotta back away, Murph, he told himself, then, you got her eyes off that wreck and her mind off those thoughts… you can let her go now…
He told himself that… but didn’t listen… something about the closeness, just now, made him want to stand there a bit longer, and something about the way her lithe frame continued to tremble against him, told him that she needed it, too. “You cold?” It wasn’t what he wanted to say next but, for some dumb reason, it was the only thing that came to his mind as he looked into those dark, glistening eyes…
Amber shook her head. "I... I don't think so. I'm just scared." she admitted with a whisper and then closed her eyes as her head lowered in the scant space between them.
"I've never seen... been through..." Her head shook, she didn't need to explain what they were seeing or going through, "I panicked... that girl is sick and proud... and we keep fighting with each other... and there are those things out there. Tom they're out there... just waiting in the shadows. They're out there... they're out there and... they're going to kill us... they're out there..."
At his name her whisper rose toward a shriek and she let go of her weapon, letting it fall to her side as she grabbed his shirt and buried her face against his chest sobbing and screaming about the creatures in the shadows.
Oh, Jesus! Murph’s eyes went wide and nervously scanned the area even as his arms wrapped even tighter around the panic-stricken woman and pulled her closer to him in hopes of muffling her hysterics. If she was right… and Murph had the sick feeling that she was… there were more of those things out there and his first thought was that her screaming could possibly alert any number of them as to where the group from O’Brian’s were waiting.
With Amber clutched tightly to his chest and her wailing muted a bit as she sobbed against him, Murph’s second thought was that this breakdown wasn’t something the rest of the party should see, so he turned and interposed his back between her and the line of sight from the cruiser. She’d been right about the ‘fighting among ourselves’ bit, too, he realized… he and Alaster had gone at each other more than once, already… and in front of everybody else, too…
Reeeealll good motivation for the troops, there, Sarge. No wonder she’s convinced we’re not gonna make it; she figures we’ll kill each other first…
… “No, no, no, baby,” he heard himself whispering as he pressed his lips to the top of her head and rocked her a bit, “Shh-shh-shh… that’s not gonna happen… none of it’s gonna happen…”
It irked him some that those had been the same words he’d used on Jenny when he got deployed and she freaked out about how he was going to get killed over there and leave her a widow and Mickey an orphan. It irked him a bit more that, even then, with Jenny, he knew that there was no guarantee that it wasn’t going to happen just because he said so… It made him feel like a liar... Like the whispering and the holding and the rocking, though, the lying helped in cases like these, it seemed… After a minute, Amber’s hysteria eased… the screaming and sobbing down-shifted to the occasional whimper and sniffle and it didn’t feel like he had to hold her as tightly as he was to keep her from exploding. He had to hold her, now, because if he let go she’d probably have collapsed from what her fit must have taken out of her…
“Shhhh,” Murph whispered into Amber’s hair, again, as he brushed a few strands from her tear streaked cheek, “It’s gonna be okay…”
C’mon! You gotta do better than that! That crap wouldn’t motivate me to wipe my a**! Tell her… tell them what they need to hear to get them as far through this as you can get ‘em… then, even if you feel like you’re lyin’, you do your damndest to live up to those lies and you get ‘em as far as you friggin’ can! And when you can’t get ‘em any farther because you’re dead, you make good and damn sure that each and every one of them is as motivated enough to get themselves the rest of the way!!!
Murph swallowed hard and clamped his own eyes shut for a moment… digging deep down and far back to find that kind of motivation for himself… He drew in a long, calming breath before he opened them again, and blew it out just as slowly before he mustered the most confident and reassuring smile he could and, once again, slipped a finger under Amber’s chin and brought her eyes to his. “Listen to me, Amber,” Murph said, making sure he sounded like he believed every word of what he was about to utter before he let it get to his lips. “We’re going to get out of this mess and we’re going to get out of it alive… We’re going to find Joshua,” he promised, adding Mickey’s name after Joshua’s in his mind, “we’re going to get some place safe, where everything is normal.
Then I’m taking all of you to Chuck E. Cheese,” he offered along with a smile that was even more sincere than he knew he could manage right then, “the kids can play video games and crap, and you and me can drink that piss they call beer until we’re so drunk they’ll make us stay the night for the safety of the little ankle-biters. Whaddya say?”
She blinked at him and smiled a little, even though it was obvious she really didn’t want to…
“Huh,” he prompted, grinning like a doofus in hopes of encouraging the smile some more, “C’mon! Say yes! Everybody else says no!”
…that got a little chuckle… followed by a sniffle, a couple of tears, and a wiping of her nose on his shirt as she buried her face against his chest in case she started sobbing again…
“We’re all scared, Amber,” Murph said honestly, keeping one arm wrapped around her while the other cradled her head, “and we all panicked… Jesus! I about s*** myself when that friggin’ Molotov went off in my face…”
Yeah, good thinkin’… don’t mention the zombie…
Don’t call it a zombie… that’s just in the movies!
The mechanic’s chest hitched when a memory struck him out of the blue and forced him to chuckle a little. He fixed that confident and reassuring grin to his lips, again, and said; “Y’know, when we were over in the sandbox, me and my guys had a little bible verse we used to recite whenever one of us got freaked. As long as I live, even if I get so addled I can’t remember the Lord’s Prayer, I’ll never forget that verse… It’s gotten me through worse than this…”
He felt her face come away from his chest and looked down into the damp, reddened, and curious eyes that blinked up at him.
“Wanna hear it?”
There was a flicker of uncertainty in Amber’s expression at first, but it was quickly swept aside by a faint nod.
“Okay. I don’t remember chapter and verse or anything but it goes something like this… And, yea, though I walk through the Valley of Death,” he said this somewhat somberly, but broke into a grin when her face skewed up in what must have been confusion; “I shall fear no evil; For I am the baddest mother****** in this damn valley!!!”
She blinked at him… more than once… and with every blink, Amber still opened her eyes to see Murph’s face with that goofy but assertive grin stretched across his whisker stubbled face… and she laughed…
“It works, right?” He smiled; “You feel better already, don’t ya?”
The laugh was still shaky but it was another laugh and this time the smile did seem a bit more genuine.
"Yeah... baddest Mother******... I'll remember that. And Chuck E. Cheese, too. I'll whoop your a** at skee ball..."
“I’m looking forward to that,” Murph nodded, his smile as genuine as hers, glad that she was coming around… that she had brought him around… made him remember where he needed to be and what he needed to do…
Her fingers began to loosen on his shirt and she looked at the darker splotch of blue running down the middle of it. Gently she touched it with the tips of her fingers.
"I keep crying on your shirt too. Sorry about that. I'll take it to a great dry cleaner before we go out.”
Murph shrugged behind a wink; “Old shirt, anyway.”
“I'm going to try Tom. I am... I'm trying to hold on. And if you get me through this I'll say yes..." her eyes looked back up at him and she smiled again, the sanity finally beginning to actually return to them slightly.
“That’s all I need to hear, Amber,” he said, starting to believe the words, himself, now, “You hold on and we’ll make it out of here just fine… We all hold on,” he grinned, hugging the woman to comfort himself as much as her, “and we’ll be eating horrible pizza and drinking weak beer in the company of giant mice before you know it.
So, whaddya say we quit standin’ here slobbering on each other and get this show on the road?” He relinquished his grip on her, then, and waited for her to let go, too, before turning and looking towards where the others still huddled around the cop car…
“Hey, Murph,” Mac’s voice reached his ears just after Alaster’s bellowing, “I think something is up with Alaster!”
The mechanic’s shoulders slumped just a little, then… Of course something’s up with Alaster, he grumbled internally, something’s wrong with all of us!… he flicked a sidelong glance at Amber, shrugged, and said; “C’mon… Time to get all this crap squared away…” and double-timed the remaining distance to the others.
Whatever the problem had been, it seemed to have blown over by the time Murph and Amber’s footsteps stopped amidst the group. Murph’s gaze swept over them one by one… Jake, with the nightstick clutched in one hand, was nervously scanning the area… Emily, with the tire iron at the ready, was still looking sickly but more determined than she had been in spite of her health… Mac looked a little taken aback by whatever had just happened and was looking expectantly from face-to face like Murph was… and Alaster, drying tears from his face, was pulling himself together as he plugged a shell into the Browning and got some stability in his legs…
“S-sorry about th-that.” Alaster sighed heavily, looking at him, now, “What do you need me to do?”
God, I don’t have time for individual pep talks…
Murph rubbed a hand over his chin and looked over the rag-tag troupe, again, before he fixed his hazel eyes on the young carpenter. “I need to you to tell me you’re good,” he told the kid, finally, “and if you’re not, I need you to go ahead and go right back to loosing your mind until it’s out of your system…
…All of you,” he added, looking meaningfully into each and every face, “If you need to freak out, break down, or whatever, do it now and get it behind you before we go another step. If we’re going to make it through this, people, we’re going to need to be clear and focused, you hear me?
There’s nothing wrong with being scared. I’m scared… which is why, Alaster, I tore into you the way I did, alright? I know what you were trying to do… I reacted poorly… out of fear… and I’m sorry… This is some crazy crap we’ve stepped into and, if you’re not scared, you’re stupid! Fear is a lot like fire, though, people… You can let it do what it wants and it’ll burn you alive or you can make that fire do what you want it to do and it’ll keep you warm, light your way, and keep the enemy at bay when you’ve got nothing else!
We’ve got something else, though, don’t we? Something more than fear and fire… We’ve got weapons, we’ve got each other, and we’ve got an objective that’s less than a block and a half away! We’re three steps ahead of the game from where I’m seeing it…”
((Picturing a Sgt Murphy motivational speech here but, since this post is already several miles long, let’s just say it’s something along the same kind of ‘speech’ that he gave Amber… Including ‘the verse’… and hope it works for the rest like it did for her ))
“One other thing we’ve got,” Murph finished, that determined grin playing on his lips now that the group from O’Brian’s had mustered their own grit, “is a decision to make. I can get this car running and it’ll get us where we need to go, I think. I’ll just need a little time and a lot of full bladders or whatever water we can scrounge from nearby. If we take the car, though, I seriously doubt we’ll get it around that,” his finger jabbed in the direction of the pile up, “and we’ll have to find another way around. That said, our objective is pretty much right on the other side of that mess and we could probably hump straight to it in the amount of time it’d take me to get this running… You folks decide what you want to do and we’ll go from there.”
((Aaand done… *whew*… Like I said, up to the general consensus where our options are concerned… If we go ‘fix the car’ then that’s the drill; Murph works on the car, the rest stand guard and/or find fluid of whatever kind for the radiator… If we go “forget the car” then Murph lays out the new marching order (using the army men from Amber’s purse as a visual aid to show them how he’d like them to form up and move) – himself in the lead, Amber, Emily, Jake, and Mac in the middle (moving Mac here due to limited ammo and keeping his rounds pinned for ‘as necessary’ moments only), and Alaster now trusted with bringing up the rear… then we move out straight on towards and hopefully past the pile up… Room for whatever throughout, of course… I can always edit. ))
Posted on 2010-08-20 at 14:16:03.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Wow!
Lookit you guys go!!!
Good RP there, gang!
The collab between Meri and myself is just about finished (it got a little lengthy but, man oh man, did it get good) I'll be wrapping it up and bringing those two back into the fold in just a little bit... 
P.S. Murph's got a little spiel forthcoming that, I hope, will get the 'freakouts' under control... his included... you'll see.
P.P.S. Good call on the change of clothes bit, Ali... it is October in Chigago, after all.
Posted on 2010-08-20 at 10:36:47.
Edited on 2010-08-20 at 10:41:26 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Five Lines of Rhyme
Subject: One that popped into my head...
...whilst I was posting to the CWWLLO Q&A:
~The dirty ol' ranger
he fought for the good
and spent a long day
o' sport in the wood!~
Yeah... Not 5 lines so not a true limerick but, hey, I'm contributing to ody's thread.
Posted on 2010-08-19 at 19:53:16.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Can't find a vein?
Did ya try chewing off the other arm?
Posted on 2010-08-19 at 19:15:05.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: Decisions...
Murph was all too relieved to find that his worries about something hiding in the police cruiser were misplaced… even if he wasn’t sorry for being ‘overly cautious’… he was a little sorry for having just torn into Alaster, though… The kid was just trying to help… he’s a freaked as the rest of us and what with all the alcohol he put away before I dragged these people out into Hell, he’s probably got a little more freak in the freaky…
He grimaced at the bloodstains as he slid into the driver’s seat but otherwise just tried to ignore them; a thing that was a bit easier to do when he saw the FN SLP that hung in the patrol car’s rack and the keys that still dangled from the steering column. The grimace may have even smoothed itself into the semblance of a satisfied grin as he, pulled the weapon free of it’s cradle and turned the ignition over enough to ensure that the vehicle even had a chance of starting… The dash lit up and the gages jumped to life when he did… that was a start. He reached down to wrestle with the hood release which, apparently, had gotten jammed up when the thing crashed…
“…Now if you don't mind I need you to trade that crow bar for my walking stick for a moment,” Mac’s voice drifted from the rear of the car.
Murph heard Amber’s voice say something in reply but her voice was too soft for her words to have made any sense to his ears what with his head buried under the dash. Comprehensible or not, Murph was glad to hear the sound of her voice… outside of the scream she’d let out earlier, the barmaid had been awful quiet… maybe too quiet…
He got the pliers on his multi-tool around the hood release cable and, with a good tug, got the latch to which it was connected to spring loose. “There,” he grunted, sliding out of the car and hauling both shotguns out with him and laying them on the roof of the car before taking the keys from the ignition. Murph’s eyes tracked towards the rear of the vehicle, caught Amber slipping away from Mac, and Mac set to pry the trunk open with the crowbar she had surrendered to him.
“Mac,” Murph called… when the bounty-hunter looked up, Murph said; “Keys” and tossed the key ring to the other man. As he turned to watch Amber move a few steps away, Murph heard the keys get snatched from the air and clatter against the trunk lid as Mac worked the lock… I know that look, he thought, padding towards the front of the car for a look inside the engine compartment, she’s on the brink… let’s see what we can see, here, and then see if we can’t snap her back…
He tore his eyes away from the woman as he lifted the hood and leaned over the cruiser’s engine. It looked pretty decent except for the cracked and empty radiator and, the mechanic figured, it’d be easy enough to get patched and running given tools, time, and enough full bladders or found water to pour in. The rest of the damage was cosmetic for the most part and shouldn’t keep the thing from being drivable… Dunno if it’s worth it at the moment, he sighed internally, wiping his hands on his jeans as he stepped back and eased the hood down, closing it without engaging the latch, especially since I was a dumba$$ and didn’t think to see if my tools were still in my car… He looked up the street and noted the wreck that ate up a good deal of the street on their most direct route to the pharmacy… Might have a hard time getting around that, too… Murph’s gaze drifted back as he abandoned the front of the car and made his way around to see what the others had found in the trunk. His eyes found Amber again – staring off at that same pile up – on that return trip and he couldn’t help but wonder what was going through her mind… he was still wondering when he reached the back of the car and heard Jake’s voice…
“We should decide who gets what,” the soccer player said…
Murph blinked, unlocking his eyes from where they were fixed on Amber, and turned to regard the others gathered around the trunk.
“…There’s another shotgun,” Jake was saying, looking at him, now, “a nightstick, and a tire iron. Murph already has a gun, who else here knows how to use one? Hopefully none of those things will ever get close enough for us to use the other two.”
((OOC: Assuming, here, that Alaster pipes up about going hunting with his father and knowing how to shoot a bit or something along those lines. Aaand also, if I understood the PM traffic right, Alaster’s okay with the browning…))
Murph nodded at Alaster’s revelation and then tipped his head to where both shotguns lay on the roof of the car. “Take your pick, kid,” he told the carpenter, “You might be more comfortable with the Browning… probably closer to what you’re used to hunting with… the SLP’s semi-automatic - no need to pump, just pull the trigger. Not quite the power or range of the Browning but you’ll be able to peel off five rounds a second if you need to… not that you should unless you’re just overrun… conserve ammo and all that s***.”
The mechanic stood aside as Alaster debated the choice and, in the end, settled on the more familiar configuration of Patty’s shotgun. Murph nodded when the younger man took the 10 gauge. … “You’re a round short of a full load, right now, he said as he reached into the purse Amber had given him, retrieved the shells and offered them over to Alaster, as well, “keep these handy.”
((Any convo here?))
For his own part, Murph replaced the shells he’d just given Alaster with the half-box that went with the SLP and then, took the black shotgun from the roof, shouldered it, and turned his gaze to Jake; “You might wanna take that nightstick, Hammo,” he suggested, “save that last Molotov for hard times, yeah?”
((Or here?))
Murph leaned over to peer into the trunk where the tire iron and other contents still remained. “That iron should be taken along, too,” he said, flicking his eyes towards Emily as he took hold of the clipboard that lay beside it, “probably a little sturdier than that pool cue you’ve got, Em…” His eyes turned to the clipboard, then, and skimmed over what was on it… ((anything of interest?))… before returning it to the trunk.
“I’ve got some possibly good news on this wreck, too,” he said, tipping his head to indicate the cruiser, “depends on what you guys wanna do, though… Lemme go get Amber and I’ll run it down for you.” He walked away from them, then, leaving them to divvy up the rest of the ‘haul’ from the cop car, making sure to make enough noise to alert Amber to his presence as he approached.
“Hey,” he said softly as he got within a step or two and she still hadn’t turned around, “Amber… you all right?”
((Think I’m gonna cut this off here, for now… for some reason I sense the next little bit is going to be best done as a collab between Meri and myself…
The decision we're going to need to make, once Murph and Amber get done with their little chat will be, do we want to try and get the cruiser drivable and, thereby possibly have to take a roundabout route, or do we wanna forget the car and just walk... Something to think about... ))
Posted on 2010-08-19 at 19:14:12.
Edited on 2010-08-19 at 19:16:51 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Psh! Beat him? I've got a GUN!!!
Juuuust kidding... Post nearing completion, now... plenty of room in it for RP all around, I think...
It even includes some of Murph's thoughts on Alaster and the dressing down he gave the kid in the last post... don't worry so much... about Murph, anyway.
Posted on 2010-08-19 at 18:04:37.
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Topic: Five Lines of Rhyme
Subject: Awww...
...an Eolimerick! 
Posted on 2010-08-19 at 17:28:38.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Fo' sho'!
Yup, no worries... Got a Murph post in the works, here, and he'll be making some responses and such, I guarantee.
Posted on 2010-08-19 at 16:44:46.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Turbulence in the brainpan
For the first few dozen yards after he put Arness, Pearson, and the rest behind him, Sam’s thoughts were a tangled, indecipherable mess… kind of like trying to view a wave from Tink without confessing that you believed in faeries, first… Urges to turn and shoot down everything that wore a badge in this joke of a town bumped up against thoughts of innocent folk getting caught up in the crossfire and getting themselves killed for doin’ nothin’ but passin’ by… then those thoughts wrestled with others that said maybe them folk weren’t so innocent because it was them as put the likes of Arness where he was and encouraged Pearson to shoot first and ask questions if the body was still breathing by buttering him up with compliments when their eyes said they felt different….
“Brrrraaawwwwwww!’ a young boy, holding a toy Firefly class ship in his outstretched hand, abruptly ran across Sam’s path, forcing him to stop. “Sorry Mister.”
“It’s shiny, kid,” Dash offered the kid weak smile and watched as the boy hurried on to his waiting parents.
“I’m gonna be a pilot when I grow up Daddy!” the kid chirped as he flew his boat into his folks’ orbit.
I’m gonna be a pilot when I grow up, Dad…
“A pilot?” Mom cooed, scooping the little flyer up in a hug…
If you’re going to fly for any respectable Alliance outfit, Morgan, you’re going to need to buckle down in your studies and watch your mouth in school…
“Better work on your flying skills there. You came close to crashing…”
Now, Virgil… Can’t you give the boy some encouragement?
I’d watch my mouth if those people weren’t so stupid and I don’t need to study, anyway… I can rutting fly without math and manners!
Morgan Thomas Trent!!!
You see, Lily?
Sam shook his head, clearing away the memories of another lifetime that the scene with the kid and his folks had dredged up, and realized he was still kind of staring at the family… He swallowed a lump that had crept into his throat along with the memory that had crawled into his head and tried to smile at the kid and his folks. “You did fine, partner,” Sam winked at the boy, “Buzzin’ the tower every once in a while never hurts nothin’…”
His eyes lifted from the boy’s face to the mother’s, then; “Keep him away from the boats with guns on ‘em, huh?
You folks have a good day,” he added as he got his feet working again and continued on his way.
As he reached the edge of the Green and his feet found the sidewalk, his gaze happened to catch sight of the sign that labeled the street as J.W. McClarrin Ave… “Well, I’ll be humped,” he muttered, the coincidence of the street name and the name of the guy on Frisco mixed into the turbulence that already roiled in his brainpan, “Wonder if it’s th’ same guy or if it’s mebbe a relative…his old man or his grandpap or somethin’…”
Your mother would’ve been proud of you, Morgan… I know I never said it much, myself, but, I’m proud of you, too… Lt Trent…You go out there and you fly some good for the Alliance, son…
Another shake of the head, clearing away yet another memory that he couldn’t afford to think… it was a hard one to clear, though… Mom had passed before he graduated flight school so Dad attended his graduation alone and cried more than Mom might have had she still been alive to see the day. The visuals of the memory dispersed quickly enough but, even after they did, he still felt his father’s fingers straightening the pips newly pinned on the collar of his uniform…
“Yeah,” Sam grumbled, rubbing at his collarbone to chase the phantom feeling off, “Some good I did, Dad… I’ll bet you and Mom are both proud as hell of me now…”
His gaze tracked up and down the street for a moment, looking for anything that might take his mind off the path his thoughts had started wandering along. The pilot’s eyes found a bar named Plantefall nearby and, just across the street, another joint called Edgar’s Place... Sam debated the decision he was about to make for a minute… he really wanted to get back to the ship, get her prepped, and dust this rock as soon as Wyatt would let him but, at the same time, he knew that Pearson would be along for the cruise and Dash wasn’t looking forward to that, at all… especially not right now…
Willow? Sam caught sight of the former companion, just then, and wondered what she was doing out and about all by her lonesome in Newhouse’s alleyways… worried about what might happen to her if someone (like them as Tink said was lookin’ for Miss Will on the cortex) caught her alone… and was about set to hustle across the street and catch up with her when he noticed that she wasn’t alone. She was with a man that Sam didn’t recognize but, given the body language between the two and the way Willow seemed comfortable enough with her company, figured it wasn’t anybody he needed to worry much about… Prob’ly a client or somethin’, he decided, lucky li’l huen dahn. Looks like she’s headin’ back to Roc herself, anyway…
He abandoned the thought of catching up to Willow, then, but proceeded across the street, anyway… by the time he got to the other side, he’d decided that he wasn’t hot on getting back to the boat directly, either, what with Pearson liable to be pokin’ around… and Ma maybe catching on to the fact that Sam was in a mood and trying to hug him up and make him feel better… and Willow overhearing and trying to soothe him, too, with her own brand of care and wisdom...
Nah… Sam didn’t want any of that right now… didn’t want to try and explain what he was feeling… didn’t want to be hovered over and mothered… Mebbe a drink or two ‘afore I head back and saddle up, he thought as he stepped through the door of Edgar’s Place, jus’ ta take the edge off…
((OOC: Okay… into Edgar’s Place goes Dash… his intent is to have a whiskey or two in order to “mellow his mind” a little bit before he heads back to Roc… if nothing interferes, he’ll have his drinks, make his way back to the ship afterwards, and head right to the cockpit to do pre-flight and such…))
Posted on 2010-08-19 at 16:09:05.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Okie doke...
...sounds like a winner to me.
Got a post to finish up for Rocinante and a handful of trouble tickets hanging over my head, this morning, but I'll hopefully have a post up a bit later today.
Loving this game, folks...
Posted on 2010-08-19 at 10:52:04.
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Topic: I GOT INTO UNIVERSITY
Subject: w00t!!!
Congratz, Loki!
And... what Ody said.
Posted on 2010-08-19 at 10:43:23.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: There's sunow!!!
We were beginning to wonder about you dude!
I've got no issues with Jake taking the nightstick... Mebbe you wanna post it? I'm sure we'd all love to hear Jake's thoughts on current events...
Posted on 2010-08-18 at 22:36:59.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: I'm not so much worried about navigating around it...
...as I am about what might come out of it as we're going by.
Call me paranoid, I guess.
Posted on 2010-08-18 at 21:46:11.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Dun, dun, dun, DUUUUUUUUN!!!!
Okay, I can't do that anymore without thinking about that stupid prairie dog!
Anyhhoo... decent haul from the cruiser... there's a boomstick for Alaster or somebody else what can shoot...
Gotta do some thinking on the rest... does Murph wanna try and patch and fill the radiator and maybe give us some iffy transportation?... When we move out should we maybe think about avoiding the pile up and add a little roundabout to our path?... Hmmmmm...
Posted on 2010-08-18 at 21:39:56.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Hey!
Your first smite!
Congratulations!
Awesome way to earn it, Malek!
*shakes head* "...does this smell like chloroform..."
Wear it with honor, man!
Posted on 2010-08-18 at 21:22:56.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: ...
Creeper.
Posted on 2010-08-18 at 19:35:05.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: "Hey baby...
...wanna catch a movie or somethin'? C'mon... it's not like ya got a lot of options!"
Yup... best pick up line EVER!
Posted on 2010-08-18 at 19:32:28.
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Topic: Scott Pilgrim vs The World
Subject: Oh yeah...
...saw this one myself, yesterday. Fantastic movie if you're into complete and utter hilarity and whoa moments.
Think Kung Fu Hustle, meets Indie Rock Band flick, meets anime on crack!
So surprisingly good, in fact, that I may just have to go see it again...
The laughs start, I think, when they do the "8-bit/midi" Universal Pictures intro...
In short... SEE IT!!!
Posted on 2010-08-18 at 19:01:19.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Nothing going on there?
Hmmmm... I dunno about nothing...
I imagine Murph thinks Amber's very attractive, has probably ogled her on a regular basis since she started working at O'Brian's, and, most likely, has, on occasion, had a thought or two of working up the nerve to offer her a ride home... Never did... probably should have...
*shrugs*
But yeah... priorities! *smacks Eol* Zombies first!
Posted on 2010-08-18 at 18:22:08.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: It's all good...
...sent you a PM that relates to this actually... and, if it matters, if Alaster had said Amber instead of Emily it might've changed some of what Murph said but not to a major degree... Murph was on edge anyway and it just happened to be Alaster who had the misfortune/bad timing to finish burning that fuse down...
If we live long enough, I can foresee Murph offering up a pretty humble apology at some point... I'm not trying to build any animosity between our characters, you know, just trying to play out the 'stress, disbelief, shock, etc'
Posted on 2010-08-18 at 17:44:35.
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Topic: Another Newbee
Subject: Ahoy! Avast! Vamos a la playa!!!
Good to have you aboard, Attraidies! Sounds like you're bringing quite a lot to our grand table... Looking very forward to seeing you around the place.
Posted on 2010-08-18 at 17:02:34.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: There is that, too, yeah.
I used to be schizophrenic, actually...
...but we're okay, now.
Posted on 2010-08-18 at 16:58:52.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Yeah...
...what Olan and Meri said.
Don't ever feel intimidated or inferior or any of that business... just keep on posting, refining, posting, refining, etc... honestly, when it comes right down to it, letting the "mechanics" of the game disappear (leave that up to the GM) and just getting yourself into your character's head 'in the moment' works wonders... if you can 'lose yourself in your character's head' the posts (or characters) tend write themselves after a while.
Posted on 2010-08-18 at 16:48:17.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: :BLUSH:
Thanks, man... I was worried some that I might've gone a tad overboard when I realized how much I'd written but sometimes ya just gotta 'feel it' and 'go with it', I guess.
And as far as being afraid to post... don't be... think about it, you ALL contributed to and inspired some of that alleged awesomeness in your own right... and, if it wasn't for the inspiration I drew from the rest of you, none of what I posted would likely have come out as well as it did... takes a team to make for good RP, you know?
And yeah... outgrow RPGs??? Mmmmmmmmmm... No!
Posted on 2010-08-18 at 16:24:55.
Edited on 2010-08-18 at 16:25:22 by Eol Fefalas
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