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🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

I'll get a post up before lab tonight ^^

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Nallore Awesome, thanks. On day 5 currently.

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

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Dorothy Pender

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Location: Med Bay ---> Vengeance Landing Site

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Dorothy nodded grimly at Daphne. The prospect of a shootout, on top of the injuries Gideon had already sustained, didn't seem to give them good odds. It was a big leap of faith to assume that the Alliance would allow them to use the Retribution's medical bay, and an even bigger one to assume that she wouldn't be arrested and tried in a military tribunal for desertion and aiding the browncoat cause. But with Gideon's drunkenly state, she decided to put her patient before herself.

"Nice and easy now," Dorothy instructed, assisting Lionel in getting Gideon out of the medical bay and to the landing site. The mechanic hadn't lost consciousness yet, and for that, Dorothy was grateful. "Gideon, need you to keep talking." The slight drawl of Boros almost bled into her voice from the stress of the situation, and Dorothy had to stop herself from asking Gideon to run his mouth like water from a spicket.

Once they were outside, she couldn't help but be a bit surprised by the situation--namely, the people present. It had been years since Dorothy had last seen Quinn. Her eyes widened ever so slightly. During the war, they had been in the same unit together--she might have even patched him up once or twice. They had been friends. Once Dorothy understood what was happening, with Atticus gathering everyone from the Vengeance and instructing them to head to the Retribution, Dorothy turned her attention to her patient.

"He banged his head up real good," Dorothy grimaced. "I need to treat him properly--take a few scans, if you'd be so kind as to let me use your med bay."

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

I'll get a post up tonight. ^^

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

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@Nallore@Witch Cat@Pundii

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A spirit climbs my spine to the brain
Following the rail-road tracks down again
I needed space with soul, maybe we can die there
Maybe we can...

Stop.
I'm already dead
Stop.
I'm already dead

As Seraphina turns over the photograph and inspects it, she'll notice a faded word. It isn't English or anything that she has come across before. Enhancing the image with a camera or a magnifying tool of some sort, Seraphina will read amirya. There's a smudge that seems to be where the initials of the photographer had been. A lab of some sort would be able to examine it, potentially, but it'll take a few days to get results, unless Seraphina has connections in the area to a crime lab.

Emmie safely makes it inside of the dumbwaiter. It is a bit strange, however. There isn't a speck of dust inside of it, despite it not being used by the hotel in years. If anything, it looks like it has been maintained well and been put to use recently. If she uses her phone or something else as a light, Emmie will notice a long brown hair. It isn't hers, obviously, and it isn't Seraphina or anyone else's either. It'll only take her a moment to realize whom the hair must belong to--the vanishing shooter.

The O.M.E.N. agent looks a bit surprised at first, but then pulls Eudora aside. He casts a watchful glance from side to side, to confirm that they cannot be overheard, before sighing ever so slightly. This clearly wasn't something he was briefed entirely for. "Winchestahs, the O.M.E.N. leadahs, were found dead," the O.M.E.N. agent admits. "Whoevah killed Fiodoha and Sal, they killed our guys. Demonic activity is looking pretty good at the moment." He then shoved his hands into his pockets and kicked at the ground ever so slightly. "The locals got it all wrong, arresting some kid...But the girl knows somethin'. My job is to find her before the cops do."

The television doesn't have too much on, but while channel flipping, Liam will come across a news report from the BBC. Rupert Cornish, the Secretary of State for Foreign and Commonwealth Affairs, is hosting a press conference to announce his new appointment for Chief of the Secret Intelligence Service. There's much speculation about who will get to fill the position, with a few familiar names being tossed around, all of them having decorated military careers. However, one of the suggested appointments reeks of nepotism. But before long, the report changes, and Aloise emerges from the shower, dressed in a smart power suit. "Come on, we're playing FBI agents today."

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Update should be up tonight. ^^

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Jack Hudson

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Location: Newnan Building E - Apartment E2

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For a brief moment, as Miss Sally pinned the boutonniere on him, a memory of his mother floated to the surface. When he graduated from the police academy and was issued his very first badge with the Boston Police, it wasn't his captain or lieutenant or partner who pinned it on him. His mother, beaming with pride and exhausted from a long day of work in the sun, had pinned the badge on his chest with care. A tear threatened to drop from his eye, but he brushed it away, and nodded at Miss Sally in thanks.

"It's amazin'," he replied, smiling widely. "Thank you, Miss Sally, for evahthing." Had he not been terrified of crushing the delicate flower bud, he would have wrapped Miss Sally into an enormous hug. Yet his thoughts were distracted by the crackling of the radio, and instinctively, Jack reached for his on his belt, only to grab air. Force of habit.

However, Ash's message itself was confusing, to say the least. He couldn't think of any other time where Ash had changed up all the jobs, but he figured that something must have happened that impacted only the Newnan core, and not those from Franklin. He glanced over at Miss Sally for a moment. "Must be nehves, but I'm blanking on what needs to be done next," he chuckled. He could always go and fetch Tatiana's gift, but he couldn't help but want to make sure he'd done everything he needed to so far. He had the tux and the boutonniere. Was anything else missing?

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Beatrice Decker

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Location: Lagrange Street ---> Outer Wall

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The social nature of the conversations didn't interest Beatrice all too much. No, she found the announcement from Ash, broadcast conveniently from Riley's radio, to be much more engaging. Making mental notes and questions almost instantaneously, Beatrice was ever so slightly disappointed at the lack of explanation for those of Franklin. The day she arrived in Newnan, the security system had appeared to be somewhat of a disaster. Was this simply going to be another repeat?

"Let me know if you need more help later," Beatrice said to Riley, before nodding at the others, and heading for the wall. She glimpsed one of Newnan's redheads not too far away down the street, recognizing Amelia within a few moments. Her distaste didn't come across her composure, but Beatrice quickly grew aware of how annoying the optimist's presence would be on the walls.

However, Lyon had been put in charge of security temporarily, from what Beatrice had understood of the message. She worked with him as a trainer and found that he was confident and capable. It was a bit of a mystery to her as to why Lyon was not chosen as the lead trainer over Riley.

Her thoughts continued to entertain her as she made her way to the wall, but she refocused her mental energy as best as she could on the task at hand. Beatrice didn't really care for the idea that this settlement would fall apart from poor security, with good settlements being so hard to find in the fourth year. She doubted that there were any others left beyond Newnan--certainly not ones worth fighting for.

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Chloe Ridgeway

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Location: Outside Building 1, Legrange Street ---> Outer Wall

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Chloe rolled her eyes playfully at Ryan's boasting. She knew that he wasn't kidding, and there were nights when she wanted nothing more than to walk over to his room, and ask him to get her whatever drug she was craving at that particular moment. It took a lot of self control to keep herself from doing that, mostly because Chloe wouldn't be surprised if Ryan had spice bottles filled with various drugs just waiting for such an occasion.

However, as he snubbed Riley ever so slightly, Chloe frowned a bit. If Ryan wasn't practically her best friend, she likely would have slapped him for that. No one was allowed to be an asshole to her sister--well, except for her. But they were twins. They had the right to be assholes to each other. Of course, it also helped that Chloe figured Ryan didn't mean any malice to Riley. It was just his personality.

She faked a gasp as Riley told Beatrice she didn't know anyone else who played an instrument. Putting her hand on her forehead, mocking Southern belles from corny movies, Chloe said, "My heavens! Did you forget your own sister can play the violin?" She stuck out her tongue ever so slightly. Their parents had insisted on Chloe taking violin lessons for years, and while she wasn't friends with the bride or the groom, playing the violin would be far better than just standing around.

With Ryan headed back over, in search of Meg, Chloe couldn't help but continue on in her teasing mood. "Weren't you the one just boasting about being able to find anything?" Though it was lucky that Riley knew where Meg was--Chloe wasn't quite sure where Meg would've been today. The woman seemed to be running all over Newnan on a regular basis.

The announcement coming in over Riley's radio caused Chloe to raise an eyebrow. She kept waiting for some sort of footnote to it, along the lines of Rejects-R-Us Housing residents, get your asses in lock-up. For a moment, she even wondered if Ashton was staging some sort of intervention for Dick, and that was why only core Newnan people were being called.

"Tell me whatever's going on later, yeah?" she asked Ryan. "Maybe I'll tell you whether or not I'm Irish in exchange," she joked, before waving as she headed off with Riley to the wall, with Beatrice a few paces ahead of them. It was going to be an interesting day.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

I'll get a post up after Nal tonight ^^

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Cecily Ashworth

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Location: the Morgue

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Cecily nodded, processing the new information that was added. The thought that this hadn't spread yet to the FBI was comforting, but that wasn't the only federal agency that could be infiltrated. The leader of Juno's roller derby team had a cabinet position, for example--and Cecily doubted that the universe would be merciful enough for McCormick to be completely unaware of Juno's activities. The task of dismantling Juno's organization looked to be fatal already, and all Cecily needed to remind her was the impromptu surgery Dr. Brinne had done on her to remove the bullet.

"You said Dragon was moving in on Juno's drug and weapons trade?" Cecily confirmed, strumming her fingers on one of the autopsy tables. Her roommate's sister was involved in drug trade, from the details Cecily could remember. And then there would be C.I.'s that the Justice Police department would have access to. Perhaps that would be one angle to approach it from. "My roommate's sister deals in drugs," Cecily explained. "Maybe we probe at Juno from that direction, see what we can find..."

Of course, Cecily's voice was coated with uncertainty. Her degree was concerned with molecules primarily, and her job required her to apply her knowledge to crimes. However, when it went beyond what could be discovered in the laboratory, all Cecily really knew came from television shows and comic books. Roy and Caesar made careers in this--they'd know the moves to make and the moves to avoid.

"We can also approach Tinder," Cecily suggested. "Maybe he's found something...if he can be trusted."

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Iris Kingston

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Location: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building

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Iris nodded, mulling over the new information. She hardly liked the sound of any of it, and a part of her wanted nothing more than to go seek shelter in an embassy. But at the same time, she had to maintain a healthy skepticism. As a psychiatrist, she would live her days in constant fear if she believed everything she was told. She had had patients claiming that the devil spoke to them and whispered horrible things in their ears.

Once Mali and Relic left, Iris stood up, glancing at the door for a moment. Cynthia seemed to be content with rolling and spinning about, laughing manically. Perhaps she ought to see about reclassifying her commitment status--for Cynthia's sake, as much as everyone else's. Iris hardly felt comfortable with the idea of leaving Cynthia to her own devices. Whatever sanity she had attained seemed to have slipped away so very suddenly.

"Yes, yes, thank you," Iris replied into the phone, glancing at Cynthia. "If his identification checks out, send him in. Cynthia will be in the lounge area presently." She then hanged up the phone, and walked over to her door, opening it for Cynthia. "You have a visitor. It was lovely talking with you, Valentine."

Once Cynthia left, Iris would begin to gather her things to leave for the day. While she could remain at the asylum later that evening and continue working, something about Relic and the other woman had startled the young psychiatrist. It was the series of coincidences about Valentine that piled up, with all of the matching information. She might be skeptical of them, yes, but she felt there could be some truth to their stories.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

I'll get a post up here tonight