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The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

@Fosteractually Gabel is in Bear, Delaware

@Love Me Dead

That's only 10 miles away, at most. If Taggart skirts around downtown to avoid the mob = She's directly in his path.

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

@Love Me Dead, just in case you haven't noticed, Mr Taggart will be passing by Gabel's safehouse with a golf-cart and a (fully-grown) kitten.



Best goddamned alarm clock ever.

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

That or through chat/IM to hash-out the basics, player A then submits a draft over PM for peer-review ny player B who makes a few tiny edits for final submittal, and call it good.

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

... But I don't wanna go to school...

I just want to break the rules.

...

Sorry, been watching too many AMVs as per another RP.
-I'd link it, but there are reasons not to. Two big ones.

I should also get some sleep before taking an unscheduled day-off starts sounding good.

These are the voyages of the Heavy Hand; Foster and Murasaki

Erika had correctly pegged Isaac as the ship's gossip and followed him down the halls. This may or may not have led to an incident where they had gotten 'lost' long enough for Erika to discover he either didn't have or wouldn't tell any embarrassing stories of his captain; her baby-sister.

@Foster

Still, Erika was convinced to continue-following Isaac to give him a more thorough tour. His face seemed to light-up when she mentioned there were stables outside.

Mortimer was in a bit too much of a rush for Jarret to follow in a calm and civilized manner. His room was tidy, mostly from refusing to unpack what would not be needed, since they would have to pack it later anyways. Most of his time was spent writing a letter to his wife still on station 28-1, Liza Knell.

As Mortimer sent his letter, an incoming message from his wife had arrived. She claimed to be near the point of making synthetic anagathics that could temporarily reverse aging, but had made no progress in anagathics that worked like the traditional methods. The correct dosage and how to produce it in any significant quantity were yet to be solved, leaving the effectiveness and safety in question.

Still, this meant her department would get grant-money to spend on new equipment; the message, however, seemed to convey that there were strong concerns about security and safety of the staff. She had already started sleeping with a stun-gun by the nightstand.

But Adria wandered the halls briefly like a fish out of water, until Jarret offered to guide her through the various rooms of importance to a guest, an offer she gratefully accepted.

Upon being shown her room, Adria sloughed out of her combat-armors and flopped onto the bed, then went to work re-checking the computer-mesh on her cloth-armor, running it through a handy computer-terminal, and updating its libraries for their new mission as she saw fit.

About halfway into the download she realized Jarret was still there, politely waiting to be excused. She excused him, albeit not in the most polite of tones.

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Mr Taggart was for quite some time contented to live-out what days he had left at a deserted country-club in Wilmington's suburbs with little more than an emergency-radio and a stray-cat for company. Nearby was Brandywine-creek, which was important for some event that happened over a hundred years ago on September 11th, marking the single largest battle of the American revolution. The Americans lost, but remained unbroken in defeat.

He knew this tyrannical rule of undead would not go away quietly, there was no "waiting this out until more qualified people arrived". All the self-proclaimed experts were dead now. That just left what made America so great, winter-soldiers with a resolve to keep moving forwards at whatever the cost.

Yet here he was, not doing that.

A small thing nibbled at his hand and meowed. It was a striped tabby he'd found when traveling through Cleveland, and made for probably the best motivational alarm-clocks a person could ask for as it nuzzled his hand. The feline was hungry, again.

After mentally checking his bag, it turned-up bereft of canned-goods or even dry cat-food. Although he could feed it a quarter-stick of butter or something, it was better to save that for yourself.

Aching as he stood, he loaded-up his gear and prepared to make the short walk into Wilmington. On second thought... best take a golf-cart...

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>Foster is wondering if it'd be alright to give Taggart a stray-cat.

Parts of the guild are scary and I don't know why

Ok so like, I haven't group rpd for years. That makes me feel casual. My posts however tend to make the best of what I'm given, which makes me feel like I'm higher than causal. But then I realize that in dumb and English is hard. So I feel casual. But then the casual rp section makes me (usually) want to acquaint my face with the nearest wall. But the thought of going advanced...

It scares me? Like, ima let them down n shit. I guess I come from the good ole days when advanced was pages and pages a post at at least a college level? But holy shit something about that part of the guild scares me and I don't know why or how

Any one else feel the same?

Also yes I know we all fear the spam section.

@BeanieBaggie

Y'know that feeling of unmanagle resistance you get when you shift to a higher gear on your bicycle?

Shifting to advanced is like that to your brain instead of your legs.

I'm pregnant.

Not really. Or at least I don't think so? I would know if I was...wouldn't I? D: Anyway, I have fallen ill and have spent my entire day in bed. Damn cubicle farm. I swear people I work with do not know how to use wash their hands! In other news, my debit card was compromised and I've apparently spent $800 over the past few days that I or my bank didn't even know I had! Yay for a negative bank account and overdraft fees!

@Kyuki

Didn't I teach you to track people like that down so you could shoot them in the face with pepper-spray?

gonna watch how to train your dragon in the bathtub tonight with wine and tears because adulthood

*Wonders if he still has "Skate or Die II" which was pretty much like what you'd get if Tony Hawk Pro Skater and GTA had a baby then travelled back to the 90's before ESRB was a thing.

Keep in mind, this came out the same year as Ghostbusters the game.