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Current @Lady Amalthea, does that mean every post is a Horocrux?
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Location: Public Records building




Mali scratched her chin with her good hand and hmmmed as she thought over Relic's question. Her eyes were focused directly on the papers before her rather than looking upwards, an indicator that she probably wasn't trying to recall some hidden information.

"Again, not my field of expertise, American History. I only know a bit more about than what was taught in high school, and even then I'm not sure how much knowledge I retain about the Prohibition. But if I were to make an educated guess I would have to say that use of sewer tunnels probably wasn't a tactic utilized in the Prohibition. At least not for my building. Depending on when exactly the building was built, it would have been completed either just before the 18th Amendment was repealed or even years after the fact. By the 30s the Prohibition and Volstead Act were both really unpopular bills and people would have known about the Amendment ahead of time and prepared accordingly."

"Furthermore, you have to think about the historical context of both the city of Justice as a whole and Boston Heights. I can't claim to be familiar with the area, but even if Justice was still a cesspool back then and that particular part of the city was as bad as the Deadlight District is now, I don't think smuggler's would use a newly built building for any sort of smuggling. When a building is new is when there's going to be the most people hanging around it. Too visible. Unless you can find the exact date of construction and trace the shell company that made it to some mafia crime boss, I don't see that connection being a thing. Besides, I don't think the sewers would be used by bootleggers in the first place. Too constrained. Harder to evade police. More difficult to transport booze."
In the back of Mali's mind, a little voice called out that it dearly missed booze before it was promptly silenced like a rebel in the Soviet Union.
<Snipped quote by Ammokkx>

I had to go back 52 pages in OOC to find this, of 7 months backwards in time. That is how long it has taken us to get this far. So, Mai, there was your last permanent score.


Oh, I also have all the changelists saved.
Cyneburg

Location: The Makeshift Camp
Interacting with: The Group


Cyne looked to each person as they spoke up and took note of what they said. Honestly, there was far less of a reaction than she was expecting. At least half of the group seemed completely nonplussed from her big speech, and the rest accepted her proposal. She hadn't known how everyone would react, but she had thought that everyone would at least have some sort of reaction to her plan. It wasn't any bark off her tree that there wasn't any resistance. Just one more thing the group wouldn't have to worry about.

"It doesn't seem like there are any objections. So I guess that's settled then. Now if you wouldn't mind, could you hand me a plate, Keystone?" Cyneburg asked, stretching out her arm over to the pugilist. Being surrounded by the smell and sight of so much food was not conducive to a watchful eye or a clear head, especially when you've barely eaten for several days. Her saliva glands were working in overdrive and if she didn't keep track of it, would end up as drool coming out of the corner of her mouth. Such behavior was completely unbecoming, even in circles of Druids.
Going to post tomorrow.

Hopefully before work, but after if necessary.
Roger blinked in the night lights of Troas. The hyper-focused clarity he had enjoyed back before and during the battle had faded and left him with a killer headache for his troubles. Or maybe that was from crashing into that tentacle monster full throttle. Or maybe he was dehydrated. Or the after effects of the mental strain combat brought. Who knew? And really, who gave a shit.

Roger took a puff from his cigarette, the smoke bringing a bit of relief for his aching forehead for the low, low price of getting a big lungful of smoke. He blinked again and looked up at the big, glowing sign directly across the street from him. It was a casino, still open and drawing in a surprising amount of business given what had just happened in this city. Maybe people were hoping to make enough money gambling to replace everything they had lost in the destruction. 'You've already gambled with your life today, Roger. Why not go inside and have some fun? What's some cash compared to that?'

Meh. Rooney wasn't all that interested in gambling right now. Or really that much of anything. The bright lights of the casino just made it an easy place to hang around. Far less likely to get mugged or end up in some kind of precarious situation without anybody to help and no way to get out. Roger's shoulders relaxed as he blew out a steady stream of smoke. No, this would be sufficient for tonight. No teammates, no superiors, no obligations, no pressure. Just being able to relax and do nothing for the first time in weeks.

Roger looked off into the distance and noticed a building with some of the top knocked off. It wasn't damage from gunfire, plasma or explosives. Must have been the hospital Yeager had tripped on. Idly, Roger wondered if anybody knew he did that.
Well looks like somebody else finally got the shit rolls. Same base total as Roger had.
I rammed another robot in the mock battle. In the most recent battle it was a tentacle monster.

And in my defense, I made it clear from the get go that I was going to be reckless and pull stupid stunts.

Also I'm tired of not posting because of X and Y reasons so I'm doing it today. Collabs and shit can be done later.




Location: Outside the ship

"If," Lionel said, speaking in between grunts as he pushed the cart with Camilla. They weren't so much grunts of pain as simply exertion noises. The contents of the cart were rather heavy. "I knew anything specific about the consumption of somethin' like a horse I assure you disseminatin' that knowledge to you would have been one of my first actions upon takin' up this particular fucking mission. Besides, it's a bunch of slabs of meat. Throw it on a stove top, add some salt 'n' pepper, cook it til it's brown. If we had available to us more vegetables we could cut the meat up, throw it into a pot with them and some liquid and make a stew."

Carla Lobo


Location: The Lounge


"Understood," Carla replied to Quinn. She stood there and listened and watched the reactions of the other men. Jahosafat's demeanor was off-putting. She was not averse to having her blood taken, but the way the man acted did in no way bring any sort of comfort about the direction the ship's mission was going. A man this excited about taking blood wasn't to be trusted for an instant. But her employer was still Gregory Quinn and the job was just providing security for this eccentric man's 'experiments,' so she wouldn't be entirely subject to the scientist's whims.
Will post tomorrow

As in the 21st


Location: Public Records building



"I don't think any entry point from an apartment to the sewer is going to be large enough for somebody to get through in one piece. Since you know, they'd basically just be toilet and sink pipes for the most part. Putting that aside does this information apply to Boston Heights as a whole, or just the Rose Building?" Mali asked, stifling a yawn. She didn't know if her quality of sleep had been declining recently or if it was just the warm, musty quality of the air in this building that was making he feel on the sleepy side. She had to commend the guard for being able to read rather than just passing out at his desk all day. Honestly if he did that, nothing would probably change as far as job security/accomplishments go.

"I haven't been living there long, but I haven't noticed anything like people being in the building that shouldn't be there. Yeah, my apartment got broken into but that was somebody with a crowbar or something similar from outside the buildings and could have taken place any time within the span of like 2 to 3 hours. But people getting and out through the building itself? I haven't seen any proof of that. Unless you happen to have cameras or something on the buildings and those have turned up something off-kilter."
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