Lady Absinthia

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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Lady Luck

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Anisa nodded slightly towards Dorothy. "Well at least he ain't lost in the Black," she said as she sat there. She didn't know if there was anything beyond death but considering how things went she wouldn't be surprised if there was nothing. Then again, she did like the idea that he might still be around in some small part. Either way, as long as he was at peace now, that was the best she could ask for.

Because of the flamboyant ways of Foy and Jahosafat her attention was taken for a minute from her best friend. "Oh! Table! I shall go and lay claim to it for us, all those wishing to get waste deep into the folds and shuffles, do make your way over post haste," he exclaimed before excusing himself and rushing over and plopping himself down at the round table that had recently been cleared. He grinned like a cat that had just caught a mouse and waved joyously towards the rest of his comrades at the bar. Foy would return soon. It was too bad Atticus had already made his way upstairs but he doubted the man would be worried over missing a couple of hands of cards.

Anisa turned her attention back forward as the bar tender set a drink down in front of her. Her brow quirked a bit and he pointed at the lady down the bar. Anisa shrugged. In the mood she was in she wasn't about to turn down freeze booze. If she didn't get enough here she was determined to break into the stores of Jackson's good stuff when she got back to the ship and black out for the rest of the night. Picking up the glass she raised it towards the woman in thanks before downing it and setting the glass back down on the bar.

"Get her something weaker," she said to the bartender and motioned towards Dorothy with a chuckle. "Not expecting you to keep up," Anisa said with a smirk. She knew her friends revulsion to drinking and understood why. Granted that didn't stop her from insisting Dorothy tag along and drink with her. One, Jackson deserved a toast, especially by those who knew him best. Two, not drinking at all just because her father fucked up was not a good reason. It was about moderation. Complete abstinence tended to lead to just as many problems as over indulgence.

The Captain wasn't paying attention to what was going on around the Lady Luck and truly didn't even notice the other woman observing the group. She might have but as Harper came up her attention was diverted yet again. She felt a flicker of feeling on her scalp and her eyes darted over to see the man pulling some bit of something out of her hair. It hadn't registered to her what he had said at first and it took her a moment before it clicked. "Oh yeah, well might as well have been you," she said absently as the drink Harper had ordered for her was placed before her.

Picking it up she downed it without so much as a second glance, letting out a slight hiss. It wasn't bad but it wasn't as smooth as what she had been drinking. She was nearly half a dozen shots down already, three different types. If she didn't slow down she was going to end up on the floor before she even made it to her bed. Granted, it would take more than what she had had, a lot more, but at this rate anything was possible. Good thing she drank regularly with Atticus, and Jackson before he passed. So at least her tolerance was better than most on the ship.

Spinning around in her chair she leaned back against the bar and looked at Harper. "That she is, make sure no on fucks her up. Remember, I know where you live," she said giving him a bit of a jab with the tip of her nail against his chest as she slid out of her chair. Adjusting her skirt she looked over to Dorothy and motioned for the table. "Come on. If I have cards in my hands I drink slower," she said before walking off towards the table Jahosafat had claimed for the group and gave Harper a sideways glance as she brushed passed him. "And we might want to order something to eat," she added to Dorothy as she got to the table.

Jahosafat was already on his feet as the captain came over and smiled broadly to her. Pulling out the seat next to him and the next one down. "Ahh, ladies! If Luck is as wondrous as you two, it is sure to be my lucky night!"

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

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Sana

Location: The Tower
Interacting With: Thomas
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Sana stepped back and let Thomas examine to see if there was any magic on the door in front of her. Looking back at the knob she placed her hand on it and attempted to turn the knob. She hadn't had a chance to see if it was locked yet or not. Other things had kind of grabbed her attention. Taking a breath, the knob turned freely for her and she cocked a brow as she glanced over towards Thomas. "Stay back," she said as she pushed the door open just slightly and let go of the knob.

Nocking an arrow into place she braced herself as she took half aim and then kicked the door fully open. It swung open and she took aim into the darkness. Nothing happened. Tilting her head to the side she stepped forward carefully and peered around inside of the room. It wasn't a room so much as a closet. It smelled musky and stale, as if it hadn't been opened in a very long time. "Looks like just a bunch of junk and old clothes" she muttered before taking a step back and lowering her bow and arrow. She kept the arrow nocked in place, just in case, but it didn't seem like there was really anything to worry about in there. The room was narrow, had shelves along the sides and the back of the towers stone at the rear. Everything was junk, broken, covered in dust and cobwebs. Looked just like an abandoned closet should look.

"Well that was anti-climatic."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Morose @Rivaan @Sigil @FantasyChic @Caits @Nallore @ONL -

Quick note - everyone that has posted since I posted the last update, you are on "freeze" right now. So don't worry about counters. those that haven't (which I believe is like 1 person outside of cases) you are still on counters - as well as the group at the funeral home. Now, once those posts are in, you will be on freeze as well until the next update where counters will reset.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

@ONL @Sigil @FantasyChic - Day 10 of 14 for your case. Might want to start wrapping it up now if you haven't already.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Sigil @Morose - Day 6

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@Morose - Day 7

@mnkee - Day 6

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

@ONL - That was truly a beautiful visualization of someone passing the fuck out. I loved it!

Advancing Role Play Time/ Non-Linear Posting

I flip between. Sometimes I just have a day posted, other times I have the time of day, and some we actually break it down to the minute. In some updates I color code thing if people are in different "times" - cause say someone is on a flight somewhere but someone else in the Rp is just sitting and talking. It is easier that way. Then as the times catch up with another, then the color code changes until everyone is on the same page.

Currently I have 6 rps running. Duplicity, we only go by a general time of day. Morning, mid-day, night. Same with After Miranda. The Walking Dead and Darker Than Black - we have different times for different groups and flip back and forth as needed. Deeper than the Sands we actually go down to the minute for the passage of time. Soulless Regency, since travel time takes so long, we actually shelve characters that are going through the "It's going to take 8 hours to get to the next town in a carriage" until the rest of the group gets to that point in the Rp and then bring them back out.

The main key is to flip out as you need. Sometimes you may need those down to the minute times, others you won't. So don't hesitate to move from one to the other and back again. Whatever works best for the Rp at that time. Sometimes you have to micromanage things, it sucks but it is true. Some people need a bit of a hand learning to manage the passage of time and that's okay. Other times you don't need to worry about it. It will all depend on your rpers, the Rp itself, and more.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Morose @Rivaan @Sigil @FantasyChic @Caits @Nallore @ONL - Quick note, remember to pm me before you post - the note is in the IC post. Pretty sure some of you didn't last week and only reason I didn't call you out on it was because last few days has been hell week for me. This time I will and even make up for what I didn't last week, lol So you have been warned.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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World Narrative

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*EVERYONE PM me here or on Discord BEFORE you post! Cases, every round pm for rolls. These will be to check to see if your characters are seeing or feeling anything, as well as anything else that might be going on. You might just get a "Nothing, keep moving" from me or something much more. Will depend on LLA at the time.

Case Name: Funeral Home
Lead Reason: Getting embalming supplies
Secondary Reason: Maybe a casket
Recruiting: Nope
Time: 1-2 hours, depends (Will probably be 1-2 cases to complete.)
Group: Chloe, Ravi, Niesha, Riley

Hider

Okay, you have your next round of rolls - pm me between rooms or corners you turn while you are looking around. Goal is still the same currently. You know the drill. ^_~

Another 7 days

Case Name: Find the Tank
Lead Reason: Find the damn tank
Secondary Reason: Try to clear Ashs mind
Recruiting: Depends if they run into anyone
Time: 1 round
Group: Ash, Thana

Hider

Continue, time to find the others

You have another 7 days

Case Name: Welcome to Eden
Lead Reason: To bring in a new character
Secondary Reason: To kill a new character
Recruiting: BWHAHAHAHA yeah fucking right
Time: However long we wish to make it
Group: Faith, Alena, Adamm, Nathan

Hider

What better way to bring in a character only to kill her off for another RP than to use Eden as a back drop? Everyone else has gotten to show up at the gates of Newnan but I say fuck that same story, let's do something a bit different. We begin outside of Peachtree city. Faith is trying to find food, or shelter, or anything really at this point. It has been a week since she has come across any food stores and the only reason water hasn't been an issue is because of the snow but now it is melting. So wherever she held up at during this time, it is time to move on and press forward.

Because of the snow, Eden has been on lock down but again, snow is melting, time to do a run but because of the higher snow drifts, they are keeping it close to the vest. Nathan has gotten bored screwing with the usual people so he has put together a little run to Peach Tree City proper. Just him and Alena currently. Nathan tempting her with perhaps a new run in that she can play puppet with. She is his star pupil within the walls of Eden.

This isn't your typical case. We will post as normal when it comes to each character round this time until we bring the three together - which will be during the next update. Right now, this is for Fantasy to give an opening post. We will start at the Braelinn Village Shopping Center. Fantasy you are open to post for your new character now. Nallore, you are welcome to do something with Alena if you wish, you don't have to this round though if you don't want to. I will update for Nathan next round.

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Ash & Thana

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Location: Inside Newnan: Hoardbuster -> Outside Newnan

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The sudden switch from personal to professional took Ash by surprise. Even so far as to call him "Sir", directly following a kiss that would have welded his sunglasses to his face, had he been wearing them. He risked a glance over in her direction and saw her smirking in the passenger's seat, suddenly understanding that while she was indeed grateful for the unimpeded return of her family's firearms, she was also becoming particularly fond of messing with him. Ash shook his head slightly, one corner of his mouth turning in yet another stifled smile. Ash was not very well known as a person who smiled often. If this kept up, his face might start to cramp.

Thana didn't know why she was teasing Ash the way she was but she wasn't about to stop. She was enjoying herself. They had a job to do but in the same breath this was a bit of a getaway for them so she could be as serious or as sensual as she so desired. The night before had opened her up in a way she hadn't expected and she knew life was short. Sure she was grateful to have her fathers guns back in her possession, it was something she had never thought she would have again, but that was just an excuse to be near Ash a moment ago.

Ash gave himself a couple of seconds to just experience the sweet sounds of the Hordebuster waking from too long of a rest, hearing and feeling the controlled mechanical purr of fine engineering and craftsmanship before saying, "Alright then, ma'am. Let's get going." He shifted the truck into gear and pulled out into the streets of Newnan, headed toward the main gate.

Nodding slightly Thana kept an eye on the road as the Hordebuster made it was through the south inner gate and then the main gate. The gate closed behind them as they drove off and started on their way. Looking in the rear view mirror Thana blinked as she swore she saw Gavin standing on the wall waving at her. Shaking her head a minute she looked again and she spotted someone on the wall. Just some member of Newnan but they did favor Gavin a little bit. Maybe she just had caught the reflection in the side view mirror at the wrong angle. That was it. Of course it was.

Leaning back in her seat she got comfortable and kept an eye out on the road. "So where are we headed?" she asked in passing.

Ash responded in a more businesslike manner while piloting his big, (mostly) blue truck out of the Newnan Safe Zone. "Spot six or so miles north of here - Dunaway Gardens. Fences, independent water source, and according to the papers in the old City Hall they grow tea. Or used to. Plants should still be there, but they're probably shaggy as hell by now. I'm interested in giving the site a cursory scan, determine feasibility to send in a full team to check the place out later." He turned a corner, bringing the Hordebuster headed more or less north. "Hey, let me ask you a question... Those initials on your guns? Can you tell me about them?"

Glancing down at the weapons in their holsters, Thana ran her fingers over the initials that were carved into them, M.M. "They're my dads, Macsen Martin," she said in a nostalgic voice before looking over towards Ash and giving a tight lipped smile, thin and a bit tense. Zoie, Thana, Macsen... Seemed everyone in the family had some rather unique names.

That fact was not lost on Ash, either. "The Martin clan got impressive naming their kids, didn't they?" he mentioned, thinking about the first names common in his own family. Even compared to most people from rural-ish Virginia, they were fairly basic. That he was given the name Ashton was miraculous, accounting for the multitude of monochromatic choices like Robert and Jim and Irene among his own people. "Don't think I've met a Macsen, ma'am. What does it mean?"

Thana let out a bit of a nod as she sat there and watched the street in front of them as they continued on their way. It was a wide route to try to get in the direction they were going, having to go around the southern part of Newnan, only to come back up north and even start to head west a bit. "Not surprising. Dad was the only Macsen I have never known," she said in passing as she shrugged. "It means greatest. Guess it was fitting, dad was everything that word entails."

The path that Ash selected was a bit cumbersome. More than once he silently berated himself for not just using the northern exit from Newnan. Hindsight, he supposed. It was supposed to be used as an emergency exit route primarily, but how often did he take the Hordebuster out? At least it gave him a few more minutes speaking with Thana, away from the drama of town. And this had the makings of a good, "getting to know you" conversation. Ash had no desire to take it for granted. "Greatest? Ok, I'd like to hear more about the guy, if you wouldn't mind."

Shifting slightly in her seat, Thana pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She half way resembled a kid sitting in front of the tree on Christmas morning awaiting to open her presents. "Dunno where to start," she said wistfully. It was hard to figure out just where to begin when speaking about the man she looked up to her entire life. "I'd like to think I'm a lot like him. Calculating, a quick wit, strong. Easiest way to describe him I guess is that he's a Marine." It was a bit odd, she was referring to him in the present tense.

That was a tidbit of information. Military, and from a military family. He gave a knowing chuckle, offering an observation from his own experience with the various armed forces. "Marine... Yeah, it conjures up images. What did he do in the Corps?"

"Master Gunnery Sergeant Martin, First Class does anything he wants," Thana stated flatly. "He enjoyed being a Drill Instructor."

The former Captain Holloway slipped further into his native Virginian accent and military mindset upon hearing Thana's words, getting a further sense of camaraderie with the statuesque woman. "Well holy Hell, ma'am. I had no idea I was out with a Gunny's daughter." He flashed a warm smile in Thana's direction.

Thana smirked a bit. "Yeah, you are. So watch your six."

His face took on a more neutral position, broaching a potentially touchy subject. "Couldn't help but notice you're talking about him in present tense, Thana. Is he still with us, or does "once a Marine, always" apply?"

Dropping her eyes Thana let out a bit of a huff before breathing in deeply. Turning her head she looked over towards Ash and spoke with all the conviction of a Marine stating Semper Fi. "Death knows better than to fuck with dad. He will be the last one standing at the end of all this."

Ash pulled the Hordebuster to a momentary park, facing into an intersection. There seemed to be undertones of both surety and uncertainty in her response, revealing nothing of her true belief on the matter. Still, she had a point. Old Marines were notoriously hard to take down. Ash himself was an Army Engineer, and for whatever reason he was still around. The old man had a better chance than himself, certainly. "Semper Fi. Thana, where would he be? If he's still kicking the shit out of, and taking names therefrom, whatever hostiles aim to take him down - be they living, Dead, hunger, natural phenomena, or factors unexpected, where would he be kicking said shit and taking said names?"

"Same place I was headed before I found my way here, the one place dad ever goes to get away from shit," Thana said as she looked at Ash. Turning her head and glancing back out the windshield she pointed south. "Mexico Beach, Florida."

Flashbacks raced through Ash's brain at the mention of Florida. He thoughts went back to a time, seemingly ages ago, to a truckstop in Murfreesboro, Tennessee. He hadn't seen Lt. Colonel Leann McCormick in quite some time, and life had certainly beaten them both into a different shape than they were before their world imploded. She had her own group of people to look after, as did he. But they met, talked, and decided to merge their groups, increase their chances for survival. It was a simple bargain: Leann had a hell of a plan that became Newnan. If it failed, they would go with his plan, which initially was to head to a place with deep water and a long growing season. The words that Thana had uttered resonated with him more strongly than they likely should have. Mexico Beach, Florida.

Serious concern took Ash's voice as he spoke to Thana, "Things didn't work out for my people back in Virginia. We had to leave in a hurry. My initial plan was to get us down to Florida, after. If things don't work out for us in Newnan, it's still the plan. I would love to know more about Mexico Beach."

There wasn't really a chance for Thana to answer as her eyes spotted something vague in the melting snow. She didn't answer him as her feet dropped from the seat and she leaned forward a bit. Her head barely turned as she opened the passenger side door and hopped down without a word. Slowly she started walking over to where her vision had been directed. She wasn't sure if she was seeing things or not. Even as she approached and knelt down she still wasn't sure it was real. It wasn't until her hand reached out and her fingers ran lightly over the imprints in the half melted snow. "Captain... Does Newnan own a tank?" she asked loud enough to be heard as she glanced over her shoulder back towards the Hordebuster.

It was fairly odd that Thana felt the need to exit the vehicle, to Ash's perception. The action became more understandable when she voiced exactly why she stepped outside, but made him question the situation even more. "Tank." he said flatly. Then the implications of what it might mean if she were correct in her assessment hit him. "Tank?" He turned the engine off and dismounted the Hordebuster, closing up behind himself. As he approached Thana's position, he kept eyes on their surroundings. "No, we don't. The 'Buster is the closest thing we have to armored cavalry, and she's not rated for it..." Thana was right. The tracks were clear enough for anyone with military field experience. "...but why would a tank intentionally pass Newnan by?"

Thana shook her head slightly as she stood back up and wiped her hand off on her pants leg. Resting her hand on one of her side arms she glanced around where they were. It was odd that they had passed the town by. If they were unfriendlies and had a tank, wouldn't they have tried something? If they were friendlies, why didn't they come to the gate and knock? Then a thought came to mind and it was one she wished she hadn't had. "Dunno, but I think we need to check it out Sir. These are fresh enough not to have melted. Which means they were here around the same time that James was exiled."

"God damnit." growled Ash. Yes, she was correct. They needed to check it out. Even the Hordebuster was poor defense in the event that a hostile tank takes a shot at them, but it was better than nothing. And faster. But the obscenity was reserved for the choice that he had to make. James was exiled. He wasn't supposed to help the man any longer. But he had people with him that left by choice. And he could not ignore the elephant in the room. "I know where they went, after I exiled James. That tank's headed in their general direction." He straightened up and looked to Thana. "Would you get back in the truck please, Thana? Something's not right, and I'm not taking any chances with your safety I don't have to. Yeah, we'll check it out, but I want you behind steel right now."

Thana's brow arched slightly as she looked at Ash. "Alex, Captain Obvious will take the no shit category for $1000," Thana quipped in response to something not being right about this entire situation. Looking back at the track she let out a sigh and nodded. "Yeah, on it," she added. She wasn't about to argue with the man, even if she thought his judgement right then was being clouded by his feelings for her. Hell she wanted his ass back in the truck for safety as well. Turning on her heels she took a final look at the tracks before heading back towards the Hordebuster. Her hand coming up and resting on his shoulder for a moment and giving it a reassuring squeeze before she continued on her way.

Ash's hand rose to touch hers as it slipped from his shoulder. He stayed back only for a couple more seconds to confirm the direction of the tank by the shape of its treads and to note the street that it had been driven down, then jogged back to his big, monstrous truck. He climbed back inside and settled into the driver's seat, looking over at Thana. This woudn't be the first time he had run headlong into a dangerous situation with someone he cared about. It felt different, somehow. He had reached out and connected with someone, a thing he had not attempted in a long while. But like him, she was military. And suggested that they follow in the first place. They both knew what they might be getting into with this, and accepted it. Ash started the Hordebuster back up and shifted it into gear. Hoping to lighten the mood, he said in a mock serious tone, "Commander Martin, if we come into contact with the alleged Tank, request permission to get my gun back?"

Glancing over at the dashboard Thana smirked a bit. She had already placed his side arm within reach in case he needed it once she had gotten back into the truck. "Two steps ahead of you Captain," she said before looking over to him and sticking her tongue out at him. She knew what could happen. Shit could so south very quickly. Right then they had a moment to break the tension, it was something that was needed in situations like this. "Anything else before we go?"

He smiled, indicating that he indeed had an idea as to what he wanted to do before they left. Sadly, they didn't have the time right at that moment. He leaned across the gap between the seats, placing one hand on Thana's headrest and the other on the collar of her coat, slowly pulling her closer to him. He let his lips brush against hers briefly, before pressing into a soft, gentle kiss. Thanas lips pulsed against his and she let out a supple sigh as her lips peeled from his. "Thank you," he whispered. "Let's go."

Reaching up Thana ran her fingers along the line of his jaw and nodded with half a smile playing on her lips. "Yes Sir."

Ash recovered his handgun and slid it into his holster, securing it down its strap. He settled down behind the wheel of the big truck and pulled the ponderous vehicle into the intersection, turning to follow the tracks of the tank, left behind in the waning snowfall. It was difficult at first; the sun had done a good amount of work melting down the snow from the night before, but thicker drifts would show clear signs of a tank passing by or ice, recently packed down by the weight of the mobile armor, still showed proof of its passing. "You know, if this is a false alarm, they're not going to have a single goddamned clue what we're doing out here."

"Going to have to disagree with you there sir," Thana said as she kept an eye on the road and let her eyes follow the tracks ahead of them. This was not the normal type of tracking that happened these days. People tracked things for food in this day and age. Not following tanks around like they were in the middle of WWII. "We're following the tracks, so either they lead us to them or elsewhere. We are looking for the tank."

"Very true." Ash agreed, observing the tracks make a skidding turn southward and followed suit. "Assessing the tank takes priority." Either the tank had some issues with traction or it was being operated by a crazy person. He considered the chances of a tank from the north knowing how to find a truck leaving out of town from the south. "Something just doesn't add up. I hope to God this is all some stupid coincidence."

Thana shifted uneasily in her seat as she kept her eye on the tracks left in the quickly melting snow, a bit of a sigh coming from her lips before she spoke in a flat tone. "Rule 51: There is no such thing as coincidence." In her book there wasn't. It wasn't that shit happened for a reason from some divine overseer but that people did things for a reason and those reasons had consequences even if unintended.

Coincidences, in Ash's history, had a nasty habit of sticking it in and breaking it off sometimes. He had intended on verbalizing this idea, but concentration on keeping the Hordebuster running straight and even as it followed the slowly melting evidence of their armored quarry's passing was distracting his sense of personal sarcasm just then. As they came upon another intersection, he allowed himself to quietly mutter, "...please not straight, please not straight, please not straight, damnit!"

"I will take it that we are now heading in precisely the direction you were hoping we wouldn't go," Thana commented after Ashs little exclamation.

Trying to make light of a rapidly decaying situation, he asked Thana, "So how many rules are there?"

"Enough," Thana said rather cryptically as she sat there. Whether she was toying with him, didn't know, or just didn't care to answer was up to interpretation. Thana could be rather blunt when she spoke but it was becoming apparent that there was a lot more beneath the surface.

"What the hell type of answer is that? Ain't the time for puta to be playing games," a voice rang out in Ashs ear. He grew immediately quiet, eyes darting to the side before he could catch himself. There was only comfortable room in his brain for one voice. Maybe two. Hoping to clear his head with the present issue, he spoke to Thana. "Sorry. Yeah, we're going exactly where I don't want us to, so long as those tracks keep going forward. I might have to subscribe to your list of rules if this keeps up."

"After only hearing one? Seems a bit premature," Thana said as she sat there. She didn't like the fact that they were headed in exactly the direction Ash didn't want them to have to go but seemed there was no going back now. Ash apparently knew where James was heading when he left Newnan, the fact that the tracks were going into that direction didn't sit well with her. She didn't know the people of Newnan that left. She really didn't even know James anymore. Yet she still did know Gavin and even though she didn't want to be with him, she didn't want the Texan dead. "Don't worry. Gavins got James back it seems and nutin's gonna take that man down until he's ready. Death might be frightened of my dad, Gavin would just annoy him too much to bother with."

"Chica justs wants to see that tall drink of water again."

Ignoring this voice was becoming taxing, mentally and emotionally. Ash rather wished that the one already in there and Alicia's could have some manner of intercranial death match to see which one came out victorious, and the other one would have to leave. But things just didn't work out that way. Shaking his head, he attempted to ward off his personal insecurities and address the intent of Thana's words, rather than the message that his dead former girlfriend's hallucinated voice seemed to interpret from it. "They're handy people, all of them. James is no soldier, but he's reliable in a fight. But your rules: Yes, I've only heard the one. Holds up so far. Interested in learning more." Another intersection, another path straight ahead. If they got to the highway and they still hadn't turned, then the game was on.

Thana couldn't help but smirk a bit. "What is with her smirking all the damn time? Bitch gotta be up to something." Shaking her head Thana glanced over at Ash and chuckled. "Considering Rule 18 is never date a co-worker you really might want to rethink that."

Desperate and unknown situation be damned, Ash had to smile at that one. Not the voice again, but Thana's rule about dating co-workers. "If we were in an Army/Navy cooperative, you'd be a superior officer. Not a co-worker. In Newnan, you're my Agricultural Lead. Also not a co-worker. Back Before, we might have been a couple of people that had a drink in the same bar, if we were stationed nearby that month. Definitely not co-workers. I think we're good with Rule 18." Unfortunately, what he wasn't good with was the fact that they had reached the highway. Predictably, the tracks continued on straight.

"Oh but Captain, you're my Captain slash boss. Will have to see how things play out, I might have to amend the rule," Thana quipped as she looked at the road ahead of them. Leaning up slightly. "How far out are we from where Gavin and the others might be?" she asked as it was getting harder and harder to tell where the tracks where.

"I gotta rule for ya. Never take yer bitch to meet up with wither her piece of brisket."

It was tempting to think about scratching that voice out of his head with a bullet. He rejected it out of hand, owing to the fact that it would take a little more than cognitive, self-aware insanity to make him off himself, especially in a manner that would require significant cleanup from others. "Quarter mile to half mile up." he responded tersely.

Looking over to Ash, Thana quirked a brow. "Everything okay?" she asked with a hint of concern in her voice. He had been acting normally towards her and now he was responding in a rather harsh tone compared to the others. Something wasn't right.

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Gavin, Ryan, & Lola

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Location: The Meeting

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"Well dog my cats," Gavin muttered under his breath as he looked through the scope and kept an eye on things. Shit had hit the fan but not in the way he imagined it. Taking his finger off the trigger he sat up in the tree and leaned back against the trunk, it was probably time for him to head down but he didn't just want to pop up and set everyone off. Oh fuck it, like Gavin actually had that run through his mind. He was already in the snow by now and making his way with the rifle aimed low as he started to stroll right on over.

Lola watched her friend take care of her other friend then snickered a bit as Thalia had to correct herself about the entire best friend thing. "Fuck yeah, I be the bestie mate," she said proudly before turning and letting a whistle out towards the tank. "Hey pops, you alright?" she called out.

Ryan hadn't really taken note of the third member of his group. His eyes darted over as he spotted brown curls starting to come up from the ditch. "Oh, just so you know, we have another," he said quickly but he wondered if it was quick enough as Gavin came into full sight of the rest of the group.

"Ain't this just as fucked up as a turkey riding a hog during deer season. Names Gavin," he said with a broad smile as he waved with one hand and announced himself.

"How the fuck hasn't he gotten shot yet?" Ryan asked Bea as he looked over to her.

Lola yanked her head around to lay eyes on Gavin. "Holy hell, now that's a nice piece of yum. The mate isn't half bad either. Yours or he free game?" Lola said as she looked over towards the only girl in the group they were meeting with.

"Oh for fucks sake... Now we have to deal with two of them?" Ryan groaned as he shut the door to the truck and hopped up on the hood. Pulling out a cigarette he lit it up and took a long drag from it. This was one fucked up day.

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Tatiana Korvo

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Location: The Newnan's House (Building F)

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Reaching over Tatiana took the glass and the rest from Jack. "Dank you," she said before coming up on her knees as she started to brush her teeth and wash her mouth out. She'd had hoped that the morning sickness was going to hold off a bit longer, or even not bother her at all but it seemed that wasn't going to happen. Spitting out the last of the toothpaste and rinsing her mouth again she left the glass on the counter before slinking back down on the floor and leaning against the wall letting out a long needed sigh.

The woman still felt a bit ill in the stomach and it seemed that their honeymoon would just have to wait. There were people in Newnan she needed to talk to, so just sitting there and dealing with the want to throw up every five minutes wasn't going to fly. Sighing a bit she looked over to Jack and gave him a bit of a smile. "Hate to ask, but can you go to Froggy? See if he has something for my morning sickness? Don't want to valk over there if I don't have to and don't want it just over the radio."

Slowly pushing herself up and off the floor she managed to make it back to the bedroom and lay down on the bed. She knew she could have asked Jack to carry her, hell if she had even told him she was going to lay down in bed for a few minutes she was sure he would have swept her off her feet and carried her in there without a second thought. It was just the way he was but she wanted to make sure she could do it on her own. Her foot still stung but she found if she just walked on the heel or just the ball of her foot it wasn't too bad. "I promise, I just rest till you get back," she said in a quiet voice as she tucked her arm beneath her pillow and tried to get comfortable. What a way to start their honeymoon.