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🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski Location: Administration (A) Skills: N/A

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"Know the feeling. If you prefer being called Medic, I'll stick by that. Sounds like everyone here has their own codename, guess I shouldn't be surprsied by the General." Alexander said in a friendly manner to Medic, looking up at him and smiling sheepisly. More than anything it was himself he was smiling at, the pain ever present but the situation feeling surreal. And wet. Alexander was still sitting in the wet spot in the middle of the room, whatever cleaning appliance softening his bum. "If you'll excuse me, I'd like to sit somewhere else and be miserable."

Alexander placed his prostethic leg further behind him, moving back towards a wall by scootching backwards with his arms until he could lean his head back against the cold wall. Leaning back was in itself relieving for his head, but the cold helped too, like placing a cloth of cold water on your forehead when you had a fever. Looking up at Medic, he was still seeing no stars, planets or birds flying past him like in a cartoon, only hearing Medic start talking about Rolodox's rocky relationship with the Hospital. It didn't take long for the old veteran to figure out why that was.

Mugsy wasn't sure how he was supposed to respond to Medic's tale. Rolodex, or Sandra as she had introduced herself as, had seemed a fine lady when they got introduced earlier that day. So the thought that she had decided to run a gurney race in the middle of the street conflicted with that first impression. Alexander finally decided to chuckle at the mental image of Rolodex sliding down on a gurney, perhaps glad to imagine that it wasn't only the youth who could have fun. "If I'd said I've never done anything like what she did, I'd be a liar, but I get why the hospital don't like her anymore. She sounds like an 'amusing' lady, if anything. Not me though, can't remember if I ever watched that show back then…" Alexander pondered, cut short of elaborating on his own antics by the aforementioned gurney carried in by Thalia and Rolodex.

"Hey girls, good to see you both again. I'm okay. Don't think anything's broken besides my pride. Still hurts like a son-of-a…" Alexander began to tell the two ladies, halting his sentence as he looked up at Rolodex and finished the swearing inside his head - There was a lady in the room. Judith had knocked some social sense into him in the end, so he chuckled again and shook his head instead. "I'm fine, I think. Medic wanted to run some tests on me, didn't you? Hope the gurney wasn't brought in in vain, or what?"

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Nigel Cooper Location: Underwater Garden (U) -> M5 Skills: N/A

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Nigel pushed the cart forwards the best he could, trying to keep the pace slow and steady as not to tire himself out too quickly like an overzealous maniple advancing towards the Greek city walls. Step by step the two of them and the cart got up up outside the pier, sun shining down upon them and drying up the saltwater on Nigel's skin. "Sportacus, no…no way near." Nigel sighed in response, hanging his head forwards as the time had finally come. He had figured he would have to explain the name sooner or later, and though Thana had been -mostly- nothing but friendly to him, the origin of his nickname was still a source of shame for the neo-Roman.

"No, Sportacus was the pet-name two of my former companions, if I can call them that, decided to name me when we first met. A combination of Spartacus the slave-rebellion leader and that blue guy from the kids show we watched in Quarantine…I guess the name's stuck, eh?" Nigel admitted in defeat to Thana the Athenian, stopping the cart once on level ground and turning to unzip and roll down the wetsuit as she had. A deep breath of salty air and feeling his chest released of pressure, Nigel turned back to the cart, the look of defeat turning to a smirk. "Anyway, I suppose I would be Mars then. God of war, securer of Peace and Father of the People. No city though, sadly."

Onwards Nigel pressed on, pushing the cart with more ease now on flat ground and moving onto the main roads of CMB. Without spilling the buckets of seafood, Nigel was glad to hear that his little plan for sparring wasn't an unreasonable one. If Thana said it was possible, Nigel would give it a shot. "Roy or Major, duly noted. I'll get around to ask them once I have some time off. I figure knowing how to wield a sword isn't viewed as too much of an archaic art here? Never liked guns, to be honest."

It was then that noticed the same as Thana, seeing someone with Hunter's dog and taking her away. It felt odd, knowing how attached nervous Hunter was to that dog. Not much could be made of it, however. Nigel wasn't going to rush over and her the woman taking Hunter, leaving Thana alone with the cart. Besides she had a visitor in the form of Ash who made efforts to stay at a short distance. Given Nigel had already gotten somewhat used to the manure in the gardens, Ash wasn't too bad. "We're taking some seafood to Mess Hall. I'm just being Thana's little helper, doing what she tells me to do. It's like Babylon down there." Nigel answered Ash briefly, acknowledging that it was Thana he was coming to talk to, not him. But he appreciated being included. While they would talk, Nigel payed half-attention and kept looking around them.

Call of Cthulhu - Day of the Beast - Chapter One: "Suffer Little Children"

@rivaan Eleonora Estelle is accepted, please move her over to the Character Thread and proceed to post when you can ^^

Call of Cthulhu - Day of the Beast - Chapter One: "Suffer Little Children"

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Chapter One: Suffer Little Children

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Date: Friday 19th of August, 1927. Approximately 5pm.
Location: Corbis Wood, New Hampshire

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*Your characters will be only just arriving at the Couch Station or have been there for a little while. Please do interact with each other and the other NPCs at the scene. We'll be moving to the "haunted house" shortly.

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Coach Station: Corbis Wood is a small town or large village, depending on whether you ask the locals or out-of-towners, about a two hour drive northeast from Concorn, New Hampshire. The locals pride themselves in keeping to themselves and not bothering anyone, producing most of what they need and buying the rest locally. Newcomers and visitors find Corbis Wood a quient little place, if a little conservative for their own taste.

It isn't a huge population center, at most peaking at 500-600 people living in and around the surrounding area. No railway directly connencting it to the other towns and cities of New Hampshire, not that it's necessary. A local coach station fulfills the need to travel to and from Corbis Wood. Few townsfolk have invested their time and money in buying at automobile, preferring a tractor or a sturdy horse. But they can appriciate the benefits of having the occasional bus ride.

This is were you are meeting up for the much-anticipated seanse - The Corbis Wood Coach Station. As per instructions from the medium's manager, Mr. Whitefield, the attending members were to meet at the coach station at five PM on Friday 19th of August. The coach station is not a massive building, though not a humble shack though befitting a hovel. The brick walls and shiny sign hanging over the garage doors tell of a sizeable investment, as well as the modern-looking bus parked outside the station. A man in a driver's uniform leans against the bus, smoking a cigarette and flicking ash off of it as he eyes another man, short, stocky and well-dressed. He holds a bundle of small papers in his hand, smoking a cigarette with the other as he talks to a man sitting at the bench.

A younger man in his mid-to-late twenties sits at the bench at the sidewalk, casually looking down the road as if waiting for someone or something to show up. The stocky man talks calmly to him, sending the occational friendly smile to a couple sitting at yet another bench. "It's five-sharp now, Paul. Shouldn't be too long before more people show up. I tell ya, this will be our...your big break!" The stocky man reassurers the young man - Paul - walking up to him and patting him at his shoulder. "It's not how many people show up I'm worried about, Herbert, and you know that..." Paul tells Herbert, standing up and waving off the air of smoke coming from Herbert, his manager.

The clock hanging on the coach station wall continues to clik. A pair of women, young and attractive, the other middle-aged and sullen exit the coach station to wander to the bus, the young flapper eyeballing Paul with sharp eyes. Somewhere in the distance more people approach, on foot or on motorcycle. Someone else comes after the pair of women from the coach station. Whoever decides to come when and where, it is Mr. Whitefield with his slick black hair, stocky and short stature and salesman's smile that catch their eyes.

Welcome to Corbis Wood, next stop Tannerhill House and an adventure unintended.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski Location: Administration (A) Skills: N/A

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Alexander's old and weathered hands from years of experience slid down the side of his thighs, founding the cold basement floor for support as he rested his body and leaned forward. Who would have thought that getting the air knocked out of you really tired one out? Not to mention the ass-hurt he'd gotten. Ol' Mugsy could however let his body rest at ease for the moment, the young Medic apparently satisfied by his answers and joining the idle, yet formal form of conversation. "Believe or not, I know how that feels. Exactly. Me, I was only referred to as 'Sparky' for years back in my youth. Nearly forgot what my real name was." Alexander said casually back to Medic, growing a slight smirk on his face accompanied by a chuckle. Yeah, those were the days.

Ol' Mugsy was less certain how to respond to the name he'd been told. Not the name he would have picked for Medic, but then again Alexander had a exstensive record of coming up with bad names - the first meeting with Thalia, Lola and the TANK came to mind, reminding him briefly that soon he would visit the Kiwi's final resting place. That would have to wait for now, hopefully not too long considering he was getting an X-ray, as Medic revealed what his name was. "Jahosafat…did I say that right? Sounds like that Palestinian fella' before this shit went down…" Alexander mused audibly, hopefully causing no offense to the kind young man who'd come to check up on him. The fear that he'd said something bad caught up with the old man, making him turn to look at Medic again, wiping off his own sweat that had accumalated on his brow.

"Not that it matters. Anyhow, I feel okay enough, been through a heck of a lot worse than a simple fall. I hope I haven't caused a huge mess with it. Will they be back soon, Thalia and Rolodex?" Alexander asked Medic, waiting a moment in silence for his reply before looking down at his fancy pirate's leg, shaking his head for himself. "At least I haven't lost my marbles, that's something."

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Nigel Cooper Location: Underwater Garden (U) Skills: N/A

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"Yeah, sure thing Athena." Nigel responded duly to Thana, himself pushing himself out of the water and onto the underwalk of the pier as well. Water soaked off him and his wet suit, even his almost bald head that had only recovered extremely sparingly from the Spartan shave earlier. He didn't mind taking the buckets on the cart, since that was his role for that day's work. Thana the Wise was the administrative force behind their little excursion to the realm of Poseidon, not him. So off to work it was, one bucket at a time.

Nigel put away the snorkle back in his bag, swimming googles dangling around his neck as he went for the first bucket of what the Sea had offered to the two mortals. It wasn't as heavy as the punishment of Atlas, though for the decently muscular neo-Roman he huffed and puffed as he lifted the bucket from the waterwalk and onto the cart. There were several buckets, so he was just going to get used to it. He couldn't help but stop to read the piece of paper Thana had attached to the bucket, curious as to what she had written. It was not a huge surprise really - an overview of what the individual bucket contained and how much. Going back to get another bucket, Nigel turned to Thana to remark something of amusement: "First the entrace-exam we took in Quarantine, and now this? I haven't had this much paperwork since I graded my student's last history exam. Nothing new under the sun I suppose?"

Bucket for bucket, huffs and puffs later Nigel had placed the last bucket onto the cart when Thana cracked like an egg. Several eggs. Suddenly Nigel became peckish for eggs, prepared one way or another. Did they have chickens here in CMB? Nigel shook off the distraction and listened to Thana's new orders. "No problem, should be do-able with the cart." Nigel answered her, grabbing the handle of the cart and pushing it forwards. The underwalk was slippery, but being aware of this kept Nigel on his feet as he pushed the cart along, leaving Thana close behind him to lock up as she said. "I mentioned me swordfighting with Joaquin and Thalia earlier, right? I assume that's not something the General and others are going to allow just like that? Is that something I have to work towards, as in the "debt" us newcomers have? Just thought I'd ask before I do something stupid."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski Location: Administration (A) Skills: N/A

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Don't move around too much. Yup that was what a medic would have told him in a situation like this. He could do that, not move around to much. To be frank it was making him dizzy anyway, so Alexander wasn't going to question the young Medic. Dizzy enough to not have seen Rolodex in the same room, giving her a faint smile just before she and Thalia ran off. For once it hadn't been him running for a gurney. They were so kind to get it for him, his two good girls…girl and lady?

Alexander was still fiddling with his leg when Medic told him to forget about the leg, at least until he'd gotten some X-rays. He would probably have objected to being a pirate, after all he hated walking without it and knew he'd need someones help if he were to leave the basement, but Medic clearly had his check-up routine all ready for this moment. Anything wrong or hurting? Alexander sighed as he gave up his futile attempt of becoming two-legged again, instead focusing on what Medic told him to do. "Anything hurting? Yeah, my head and my bum, perhaps my back somewhere. Feels like someone nacked me with a hammer. But anything wrong?"

Alexander put down his leg and focused entirely on his old, worn body for anything 'wrong'. Broken bones or injuries, anything the old veteran could think of from experience. But nothing felt out of place, especially his head and lower parts. Alexander turned to Medic still keeping watch over him and gave him a slow thumbs up. "It just hurts like Hell, but nothing feels broken. I think I'll be okay. Thanks Medic. I don't want to be of any trouble…" Alexander continued to assure Medic, patting his one and a half leg to see if he still felt them, which he did. Yeah, this was far better than getting shot with an AK-47 in the jungle. "What's your name, son? I hope you're not running around saving us old folks and their asses all day?"

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Nigel Cooper Location: Underwater Garden (U) Skills: N/A

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Nigel was ready to get some more work done for the day, hoping to avoid anymore ill-mentions of swimming classes and the like - how ironic that thought was didn't occur to Nigel, seen as swimming was exactly what said work entailed. Unlike the heavy labours of the greenhouse on land he wasn't concerned about sweating to death like a lost Roman trader in the scorching Arabian desert. Swimming googles, snorkle and other tools to use upon the charge into the sea, Nigel was awaiting Thana the Athenian's orders for their submerged campaign when she gave him an odd stare. The stare when he had said something odd.

"Yes…swords…" was Nigel's only comment to Thana, unsure what she had thought he had meant with the sparring. His students from before the End had given him the same kind of looks, though he'd never really gotten a grip on what they had been thinking. Wooden swords or simple sticks? Short knives? Nigel couldn't remember seeing anyone in Camp Mexico armed with swords or spears like Thana the Gonzales had mentioned the night before, though the fact that Joaquin had told him to duel word and swords hinted at their existence.

With Thana's laughter sank into the grimy water of the Atlantic Ocean alongside herself, Nigel let her comment pass and moved onto the task at hand. Nigel put on his googles and put the snorkel into his mouth, unfamiliar with the instrument of underwater breathing, then went under too. Underwater Nigel was slowly growing from a fish out of water and into…something more fitting. Through the grime and sandy water he first noted Thana's actions, then began to copy them. Buckets lifted out of the water, the dead leaves and vines of the underwater plants trimmed, much like his mama's garden. What Nigel liked in finesse and experience, he made up from in strength compared to Thana.

He felt for her and her injury, its source still unknown to the Roman, and he paid attention to her as she hauled one last bucket out of the water "Want me to take it up Mess then? I can probably carry it myself, if you want to stay here and continue."

Call of Cthulhu - Day of the Beast - Chapter One: "Suffer Little Children"

@EgadsAlso because I clearly forgot to address your question .we so far have a private detective, a journalist, a stunt-pilot on leave and possibly a smuggler agent. We could probably need an academic, so I could be persuaded to allow a switch-around of your rolls as to fit that role.

Call of Cthulhu - Day of the Beast - Chapter One: "Suffer Little Children"

@Egads@Lasersquid112

I'll invite you two to the Discord we've put up and perhaps continue the conversation there if that's easier for you two?

Call of Cthulhu - Day of the Beast - Chapter One: "Suffer Little Children"

@Lasersquid112 You might be one of the last people I'll let it, but you are welcome. That is quite acceptable, will just need to keep you up to date. What is your experience with tabletop in general? Have you watched or listened to someone playing CoC before?

Tabletop - Call of Cthulhu - Day of the Beast

@EgadsGlad to have your interest then, Egads! Please do, and do get in touch if you want any help. We still haven't gotten the RP started, so jump aboard.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski Location: Administration (A) Skills: N/A

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Alexander couldn't be certain he was actually hearing sounds coming from the far distance, sounds of talking voices and running feet on hard steps. Perhaps him having lifted his head after taking a reverse nose-dive had depleted his brain of much-needed oxygen and all he was hearing was the faint recollections of either his time in boot-camp or chasing a burglar down the stairs. It was a real possibility, because what little brain power he had left was still focused on attaching the prostethic leg onto his stump.

Attempting to attach his leg was perhaps more fitting, as he was fumbling with it upon the entrance of Thalia plus another face he did not recognize. The haze that had engulfed ol' Mugsy was slowly blown away from his vision as he stopped what he was doing and looking up at the approaching Medic. Medic? "Connor? No, wait…wrong Medic." Alexander answered Medic as he was introduced, feeling his senses come back to him and his understanding of the situation alongside it. No, he was in fact not in some Yankee dug-out, but the basement of the Administration building of Camp Mexico Beach. This man was in-fact not 'Jude' Connor, not even the right race.

"Alexander. No, I don't think so…I mean it hurts like a mother fucker, my bum. Slipped on something, unless I've gone and pissed myself, which…I'm not that old. Thalia?" Alexander responded to the medical expert, trying to sit up straight and getting a feel of himself. Yes he was in pain, but how bad it was he couldn't really tell. Pain was odd like that, both tangible and yet hard to measure. Alexander had at this point turned his attention back to his leg, looking from it and over to Thalia, then Medic. "The leg came off, but I think it's fine. Would you be so kind and help me get it back on, son? I'd rather be crippled with both my legs attached just yet."

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Nigel Cooper Location: Underwater Garden (U) Skills: N/A

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She preferred "Athena" to "Muse of Poseidon". Nigel narrowed his grin into a normal smile, agreeing on her judgement on who she'd rather be. "Athena, excellent choice. I couldn't agree more really." Nigel said with his almost childhish smile, pleasently surprised by the historical banter he was having with Thana, something he really couldn't have had with anyone else in the camp. The expections had been Erica and her friendship, Adelaide from the bar the night before, and Joaquine with his theatrics. Thinking about it, Nigel so far preferred Erica and Thana. "Personally I'm biased towards Romulus, but that's perhaps not a surprise."

Nigel's smile wasn't one to retreat in the face of such a formidable pesonality as Thana, looking between her and the fish-filled with surrounding them. He'd seen the fishes when he had gone under, glad to see the servants of Neptune and Poseidon. He had never been in fervor with fishing or the sea life, but the sight of Nature doing what She did best had alongside everything he'd witnessed that day, was as if a sense of joy that hadn't been flowing through him for eons. And Thana's simple Latin added onto that? "Today's been a good day. It's been a long time since I've been able to say that."

Upon the suggestion that Nigel should possible want to attend some swimming-lessons run by the man called Maddoc, the Roman teacher was at a lack of words for a moment. Was this a jest on her part? Nigel could swim and dice, that was far from the…issue he was having - It was the depths that troubled him. The smile that had been planted on his face dripped off like the saltwater from his only recently buzz-haired head. But Nigel didn't get the same feeling he'd gotten from Hank and Wayne when they orated like Thana had, she felt genuine. "I'll consider it, if I'm to be posted here for the week. I guess it is something to fill my time with, between me sparring with Thalia, Joaquine…I guess my sword arm's going to be sore after this."

Then it was time to get back to work. Enough chattering, there was a battle to be fought so to speak. "I'm ready as I can ever be. I sure hope you're right, I've seen watery Undead before." Nigel retorted back to Thana, wiping his face for seawater and waiting for her further orders like the good legionaire he was. Ready to enter the realm of Neptune, like a fish out of water. How fitting.