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

@Sigil Okay cool. I'll head back into our collab thread tomorrow then

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Exit Stage Left

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Starring: Ash and Jack
Location: Outside Medical

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As Jack headed out of the main infirmary area, the glass cases caught his eye for a moment. He didn't know most of the people memorialized there, but the ones he did know brought a sad smile to his face. It was a neat idea his wife had come up with, one that he figured helped a lot of people. If only it had been enough to help James as well. They'd need to collect items from today's deceased shortly and Jack couldn't help but wonder if they'd need to find something similar to do for those they exiled that day, in order to help the community heal. But this wasn't his area of expertise and he didn't have any authority there--that was for Tatiana to decide.

Jack just hoped that Miss Sally wouldn't be added to the collection of shrines that day. "Got anythin' for me, boss?" Jack asked quietly.

Ash glanced over to Jack as he asked his question, then back at the doors to their makeshift operating room. He sighed, somewhat frustrated that he could not do more than he already had and knowing that his presence would be detrimental to Sally's well being. If only they had a proper hospital, if only the Dead hadn't risen to eat them all, if only, if only, if only. He let the thought die there. Not a thing to do about it. This was the world. Plus, while they might not have the same kind of networked facility that existed Before, they had as good of a setup as anyone could really claim then. Miss Sally was in as good a place as was humanly possible.

To the question at hand, he cleared his throat and looked to his new Second, saying, "Yes, um, Than.." he shook his head, "Dr. Martin requested James's keys, schedules, and the like. Schedules are posted in Agro, but I believe that Security confiscated his keys and walkie. If you could get on the horn and locate those for her, it would help." Ash still had the notebooks that James handed him before his departure, he had tucked them into his back waistband when the emergency happened. But they were James's plans. Thana might have other ideas. Still probably something to hand over.

Jack nodded. "On it. And Ash...if you need anythin' at all, like to talk or somethin', I may not be a therapist but I'm a damn good listenah," Jack offered. The day wasn't even half over and it already been filled with so much loss and tragedy. As a friend, Jack didn't want Ash to feel alone. He knew that he had lost his best bud that day and Miss Sally was in critical condition. It was a lot--it was too much for one day. Of course, Jack caught the near slip up with Dr. Martin's name on Ash's part. With any luck, the man was getting some. He needed it.

Jack then took out his radio, his mind back on the clock. "Security team - this is Jack. Need a location on James' walkie and keys."

"I appreciate that, Jack." said Ash. "I'm not much of a talker, I'm afraid." But maybe he should be. About a year had passed since he withdrew into himself almost fully. People he had cared about died. People he might have become close to had died - gone out like heroes. He suddenly missed the pair that previously occupied Little Scandinavia, despite the current set of difficulties they had before them. Perhaps the exile of James and Sally's sudden health scare just got him thinking about the fragility of it all. And how he needed to take the absent blackneck's advice from a while ago, and let himself open up to people around him. Invite them in. "Whenever we're done for the day, there's a little ritual we have that I'd like you to attend. If it's alright with Tatiana, of course. When newcomers arrive or we have a round of promotions, we tend to meet in the back of the Hordebuster with a bottle of something flammable, talk things out."

"It's not mandatory, if you need to be with your wife." he started for the front doors, "Let's take a walk."

"I'll check in with Tati about it," Jack said. He knew Tatiana couldn't drink and that the invitation was for him, but he wanted to run it by her regardless. It'd likely be good for Ash's spirits, something that Jack thought could use some lifting. And of course, the Boston native did enjoy alcohol, something that had become more of a luxury lately. "But I'd like to be there," Jack added. He didn't want Ash to get the wrong idea and he didn't think it was a good idea for Ash to be alone.

"I'd appreciate." remarked Ash, still headed for the door. He looked at the notebooks in his hand. They were the last thing James had given him before his exile, mentioning that they were important. Likely his plans for the coming future, involving expansion, planting rotation, and several other things that the Captain only had passing knowledge in. But he seemed adamant about putting them in his hands. Perhaps there was something in there he wanted them to see. One good way to find out would be to review them as soon as the opportunity presented itself, then archive them in the same place he kept his own, similar notebooks.

He sighed, one among many in the past few hours, stepping outside of the building and into the light of the day.

Jack figured he'd give security another minute or so before getting on the radio again. Things were a little bit hectic at the moment as it was. He followed Ash's gaze down to the notebooks, figuring that they must've been James'. Otherwise, Jack doubted they'd be in the man's hands at the moment and would've been abandoned at the ground back at the outer wall, in order to pick up Miss Sally. He wasn't sure if there was anything he could say to really comfort Ash, but if taking a walk with the man would help, then that's just what he'd do. "You did what you had to," Jack then said, figuring that Ash could use some comfort. "And Miss Sally--she's strong as hell, she'll pull through. Makes me wondah what she used to do before. If she said she was a spy during some war, I'd believe her."

What Hogwarts house are you in?

I'm a Slytherin. ^_^ I test as Slytherclaw pretty often, which I feel is depicted well in my Ilvermorny house: Horned Serpent.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Into the Wilderness!

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Starring: Ryan, Beatrice, Gavin, and James
Location: Outside of Newnan

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"Well if Ash was going exile James, least he could do was give him the fucking Hordebuster. Then we wouldn't have to dodge shit and could just plow right through it," Ryan groaned as they bumped along the roads. Yeah, the Hordebuster as Ash called it would have been perfect for exiling someone Ash obviously didn't want to get rid of. Rubbing his knee a bit Ryan rested his head on the back of the rear window and sighed. His ass was going to go numb if they kept things at this rate.

"Why give the Hordebuster to a dead man?" Beatrice asked, raising an eyebrow. Exile was akin to a death sentence in these days--or at least, that was how it was viewed. She had come to the conclusion that they were just as safe inside Newnan as they were outside, but not everyone had. Others still believed that the walls kept them safe. In that light, James' exile was just a stay in execution. She doubted that anyone in Newnan truly believed that they would see James again. Did it matter if he died the day he left or a year after? It'd be the same result to them. No sense in wasting one of their most valuable resources. "Besides, I know you've experienced conditions worse than these," Beatrice pointed out, though she wasn't referring to weather.

"Fuckin' deal man! A victory lap on the Speedway, maybe's some of them drivers cars be there. Wouldn't that be somethang? Droppin' the hammer, pealing out likes we ain't gots nothin' to lose and tearin' that place up like Deliverance! Fuck yeah!" the cowboy exclaimed excitedly. It really didn't take much to make the man happy it seemed. Granted living to that point was another matter but Gavin wasn't concerned about that. He was never concerned with surviving or dying, he just lived.

"Hells yeah! Good times..." The discussion of hypotheticals was a bit of a distraction for James. It helped get his mind off of the fact that, earlier that morning, he had put down two friends of his who had died and then joined the ranks of the "Famous Axe Murderers in History: Apocalypse Edition" trading cards for what he did to the man he felt was responsible, and who was poised to harm others. He tried to forget that he lost his home that he spent so much time trying to make into a decent place for good, honest folk, and that he would probably never see these people ever again. It began to weigh on him. The chit-chat was a welcome thing upon which to focus.

Ryan chuckled a bit. "Hey maybe we wouldn't be dead men walking if we had the hordebuster. Not like Ash wouldn't enjoy making a new one, hell might get him out of that ass funk he's been in for the last YEAR," Ryan laughed as the thought crossed his mind that they could have just "borrowed" it for a bit at least. Sure James was exiled but he and Beatrice weren't. It gave him something to think about.

"Pssh. There's hardly any evidence that Ash wasn't born just like that," Beatrice countered. "And he'll die the same way." From what she had seen, at least, the man was so tightly wound up he was on the edge of breaking. The pressure must have been getting to him, with the man being all business and no pleasure. She wouldn't have been that surprised if Ash took his own life one of these days. That wasn't to say that she didn't respect the man--she just doubted his mental state was in good shape anymore.

In a short time, the truck pulled up to the intersection of 4th and Boone. James paused the forward momentum of the vehicle long enough to get a good, clear view down the road. "Hot damn!" he exclaimed. "Warm damn anyways... But hey! Clear far as I can tell." he turned (another frigging left) onto Boone Drive, and headed south to pick back up with the intersection.

"Let's hope it be stayin' that way," Gavin said as he kept an eye out on the road ahead of them. It was clear for now, or at least seemed to be. Hopefully they had run into the worst of the blockades for now.

Ryan glanced over to Beatrice with a slight smirk on his face. "Yeah if he doesn't get laid or a high colonic, or both he will probably pop his own head."

Now headed south over generally open road, James risked some optimism. They neared the intersection of Boone and LaGrange without sudden and catastrophic incident, which seemed like a tiny miracle all its own. Peering out to the left, James could make out the initial obstruction that prevented the otherwise simple journey to their upcoming destination. But no turn for him, not this time. They were going to continue across the street, watching the name of the road change from Boone Drive to Waterworks Road.

"Fucking hell, are we driving in circles?" Ryan asked as he leaned up and looked around a bit more.

Across the way from them loomed the old Newnan High School grounds. It might have made an interesting place to set up their growing community, what with the chainlink fences and security doors, open grounds for planting, and clear lines of sight, but their overall choice to make the Newnan downtown was much more friendly, like what the world used to be like. Not that he was present for it; he had been on a number of runs in this area and the story had filtered down to him. It would have made a decent spot, too. But the school wasn't their destination, just a sight along the way. "Aight, we almost where we need to be. Past this school an' down the road a piece."

"Sweets, cause I need to drain the pool, mys back teeths are flootin'. What's I get fer not remembin' what my mamma told - always go before you go," Gavin said as he sat there and rested his elbow on the doors arm rest; contemplating whether he would sign his name in the snow or draw a flower.

Beatrice spotted the high school building and frowned ever so slightly. "I hope the school isn't our destination. It'll be overrun by now--and it's a high school, which automatically makes it horrible," Beatrice remarked. She hadn't enjoyed high school that much. It had been a bit of a rough time for her as she transitioned from bouncing in and out of juvi in Justice to living with a stable family and going to a decent public school.

"Shit, I'd trade finals for this hellhole anyday," Ryan chuckled. Not that he ever showed up for finals but hey, skipping them for a smoke out back of the school instead of watching your back for deadies constantly seemed like a step up from here.

"You gotta make water now?" questioned James, looking at Gavin oddly. "You know theys had workin' toilets an' such back in Newnan, right? Probably last time either of us ever gonna hear "tinkle tinkle flush" in our lives." A slight smile crossed his face as he continued. This wasn't about any exasperation on his part with an inconvenience, oh no. James was ranting for the sake of humor at this point. "Now, this might be a good thing, y'hear? If'n we get another down tree you an' Mr. Happy can just blast it out the way, can't ya? Now, I ain't got no soda bottle you can piss into, but if the mood takes, you can roll down the window an' Hang Yo Wang out, leave us a trail to follow back. You know, just in case."

Gavin started chuckling and seriously considering doing just that. "Hell man I do that, you can bet yer buttered biscuit them two will high tail it rights backs to Newnan."

James briefly considered making some sort of joke out of the phrase "Hang Yo Wang", likening it to a Chinese take-out joint. Instead, he just mentioned in a calmer voice, "Or we could just stop fo a minute." Struck with a sudden thought, James asked Gavin another question, "Ey, Tex, can you open that back window? I wanna see how the folks back there're doin'."

Nodding, Gavin turned in his seat a bit and opened the back window before poking his head out of it and grinning like dog that just caught a bone. "Howdy, how's is hangin'?"

"We've resorted to cannibalism in order to survive these conditions," Beatrice answered dryly, pausing for a moment. "We're fine. Irish is complaining but he excels at that. It's one of his special skills." The changing weather, combined with the bumps in the road, were a bit irksome to Beatrice as well but she didn't feel like voicing her feelings about them. Ryan wasn't wrong however. The hordebuster would've been a much more pleasant trip, along with increased chances of survival for them all.

"Cannibalism? Naw. Nuh uh, not in my truck you ain't eatin' anybody, ya freaks..." said James jokingly. He kept his eyes on the road as he spoke to them, only occasionally glancing into the rearview mirror to ensure that his guests were able to understand. He continued in a louder voice to be heard over the sound of road and engine, "Aight, way looks clear headin' down. We 'bout a mile or less from where we're needin' to be. Everybody sit tight. Cap'n made sure we started out okay."

Passing the high school, the road became a little narrower, surrounded by heavier foliage. The trees allowed for the snow to cling for a while longer, but the path remained open and unblocked for as far as could be seen. The next couple of minutes rolled by as the truck ambled down the more secluded piece of blacktop. Their way gently sloped south and curved to the east, passing the old City Water Treatment Facility. "Almost there now!" called James, eager to have this first leg of their journey done.

The road took a more dramatic turn to the northeast, exposing a grand vision of water and trees, occasionally dotted by smaller structures. James took them ever along that road, even as it turned slightly away from the lake. The trees parted to reveal another building; a much larger one hidden by the greenery from every direction but straight on and from limited angle, with a fading sign reading "Newnan Utilities Warehouse". James's Silverado pulled around to the back of the building, to loading doors large enough to fit a semi trailer into with ease. The entire building looked padlocked and nailed shut. And James had his keys confiscated by Security prior to their exit from Newnan. "We here. First order, lady and gents, we gotta get us an' this here truck inside that building, lock her back up tight. Any y'all got some bolt cutters?"

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

The moment when you're 19 and you identify with that baby on a spiritual level...

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guinevere Stark

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Location: Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
{"When life gives you lemons, construct a crude electrochemical battery."}

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The last month had been particularly grueling for Guin and the morning of February 13th was no different. S.H.I.E.L.D. had "kindly" gotten her professors to allow her to make up labs whenever possible, meaning that she had spent all of yesterday working. While she had entered college with plenty of credit, she didn't have enough of the labs to just skip a bachelor's degree and go straight to the doctorate. Instead, she essentially had four high level labs for chemical and molecular science to complete each semester. Last semester had been considerably easier, given that she was mostly acting as a liaison between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the X-Men.

This semester had been hell so far. Her foot hardly left the accelerator as she took her father's impala all the way from New York City to Upstate New York. She was on her second energy drink of the day, with her morning thus far consisting of completing lab reports and paperwork for S.H.I.E.L.D. about progress made on the serum Beast was developing. There were moments in her drive where she was tempted to shut her eyes for a moment and just relax. It felt like it had been ages since she'd gotten to just kick back, eat some chips, and play Papers, please on her computer.

She finished off the energy drink as she pulled up to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, tossing the can aside in the seat and grabbing another can of Monster. Cracking it open, she got her things out of the car, having parked it outside, before she proceeded to head in. Guin gave a friendly wave to the younger kids at the school, running off for their morning classes. She figured that she'd find Beast in his lab as always and she knocked on the door to announce herself, before heading inside.

"I couldn't find any of the articles you wanted at NYU's library," Guin said, once she had gotten Beast's attention. "I've texted Dad about it, he might be able to pull some strings to find them but...How's it coming? Any luck figuring out how to stop this thing yet?" She doubted there was, since these things took time, but she was hopeful. The chemicals and specimens that the Brotherhood had stolen were dangerous. She had only just found out about Magneto's plan this morning, shortly after Professor X and Beast had. Beast had messaged her asking if she could find some specific journal articles that might help him, but they all were missing. There weren't any electronic copies that she could tell and the physicals weren't there either.

Strange New Waters - Concluded

@BlueSky44: Day 6!

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Crypt Townhouse Near the Strand, London

House and Description

The Crypts purchased the house ages ago, as their dear friend's practice was nearby. He was an undertaker. Does that surprise you? It shouldn't. Alfred manages the household affairs, as the townhouse was originally used for attending events of the season, as well as to be present for public executions. Virginia takes a professional interest in them. That should hardly surprise you either.

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Virginia ate her food idly, sometimes even childishly playing with it using her fork. She recalled one Hallow's eve where her father had insisted that the family eat with pitchforks and the small frenzy that had caused the kitchen staff. They had attempted to polish them, after all, only for Lord Dywell to insist that any dirt still attached to them merely added flavor and was good for one's health. He was an unhinged man. Virginia missed him dearly.

"So Millicent is getting married?" James asked in confirmation, his eyes wide. "Does that mean the hag won't be pinching my cheeks and trying to get her to marry me anymore?"

"James, Mrs. Wyndham is not a hag," Virginia corrected. "You bring shame to Great Aunt Calpurnia Crypt when you speak like that. She was the greatest hag of them all." Calpurnia Crypt had been burned at the stake roughly a century prior. She had danced naked in the square and brought a holy man to his knees. They accused her of being a witch.

"Sorry Aunt Calpurnia..." James muttered, pouting slightly before taking a big gulp of tea. "Millie's mom is awful though...She's the worst normal of the lot."

Virginia chuckled, taking a sip of her own tea. While she disliked Mrs. Wyndham's previous attempts to engage Millicent to Virginia's little brother, James disliked them even more. He claimed that all girls carried the Black Death and while he admired that in them, he didn't feel like dying from that disease just yet. But like all little boys, his claims were filled with contradictions. He had no qualms about his sister nor Dame Hale. In fact, had James been older, Virginia might have suspected that he fancied the nun.

"Normals are not like us, dear James. They marry for political alliances and enjoy pastels such as pink," Virginia informed him. "I do not pretend to understand the situation myself, but Millicent is not a normal. I cannot imagine her marrying for anything but love."

"What about you, Ginny?" James then asked, slurping up the rest of his tea. "Are you gonna marry and leave me with Alfred?"

"No, not yet at least. I would never leave you, James. If I were to marry, my husband would be dead or comatose within the week," Virginia promised, smiling fondly at her little brother.

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Location: Teriny Inn

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Maeve couldn't help but feel that she would indeed be need of luck throughout the rest of this journey. She also wondered why the parson's family had entrusted him with this task, let alone any task. But Maeve supposed she couldn't expect much more from protestants. They had bastardized the Catholic faith and couldn't even walk without knocking something over. It made sense that they wouldn't be the brightest as well.

"T'anks for de offer, but both yer an' oi know 'tis best if I carry dem," Maeve replied, flashing a winning smile at the parson. "I'll be a moment." Maeve then collected herself and headed back up the stairs of the inn, entering the room she had spent the night in. A few minutes later she emerged once more, her walking stick in one hand and her belongings hoisted over her shoulder with the other hand. Descending the stairs, Maeve chuckled at the parson slightly.

"I'd give yer me shillelagh but I tink ye'd break it," Maeve teased. She was half surprised the parson hadn't found a way to break it already just by looking at it. But somehow, clothing did seem to be immune to his ways. Perhaps the same could be said for a shillelagh? However, Maeve was more focused on leaving the inn and heading out in the world. It was a nice stop after the grueling journey by boat, but she wasn't here to eat exotic fruits. She was here for her daughter--she had a duty.

"Let's be aff den."

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@Nallore Edit in her skill yes, since it was awarded to her before she died.

And yes you may lol

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

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Nora Kingston

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Location: the Museum

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Nora raised a bit of an eyebrow at the curator's comment. What other curious happenings had Neema gotten involved with before? For a moment, she imagined Neema getting involved with these sort of things every few years and writing diary accounts of them that would be published after her death. But Neema didn't seem to be the sort that would go looking for these events. It seemed much more likely that these happenings just tended to find Neema instead.

"Neema, if you don't mind me asking...What sort of trouble have you gotten yourself into before?" Nora asked, after nodding and joining Neema in a walk towards the archives. They had managed to make it to the museum on time, yet Nora felt a little guilty over not being at Lady Munn's office promptly at noon. However, she hoped that the insights she had gained from her conversations with Neema would make up for the social misstep. And of course, Nora could not help but remind herself how silly it was to care so much about the etiquette of a society that wanted no part of her. It was illogical but she could not help it. It was the way she had been raised.

Another bit of the curator's speech had caught her attention as well, of course. She could not help but wonder if clumsiness had become a requirement for Egyptologists, if Lady Munn's predecessor had a similar knack for it. It struck Nora as quite odd, given that Egyptologists handled priceless artifacts and clumsiness would put them at risk. But it was not her place to ask any questions on the subject and she had far more important matters to discuss with Lady Munn at any rate.