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

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William Harper

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Location: Retribution, Bridge

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That wait for something terrible to happen had come to a swift end, in a manner most horrifying and predictable. Harper's hands danced across the ship's control panels, issuing unspoken commands to the onboard systems to specify and clarify the nature of the alarm filling his senses. PROXIMITY ALERT blared across his screens, it being the priority alert he wished to scan. If the local Powers-That-Be wanted to come in force, he would make damned sure that the I.A.V. Retribution was ready to fight or fly. Of course, the second obvious difficulty (and the one that was steadily convincing him to deposit a crabcake in his shorts from earlier) was the presence of Reavers. If that one ship was merely a scouting vessel, they had problems.

They had problems. Harper addressed the skeleton crew over the PA. To his credit, his voice only cracked once. "Atten... <ahem>. Attention, this is First Lieutenant William Harper. We have incoming hostiles. Prepare for takeoff the second our crew is onboard." He peered at the fore visuals for a second. "They may be bringing guests, hostile status unknown. That is all."

Of course, the Captain, the Agent, the Doctor, and that foppish Barber were still outside and had absolutely zero idea what was about to rain down upon them all. In a relatively tense fashion, Harper flipped the PA to external audio and held the switch open, allowing the full noise of the alarm to be heard outside of the vessel. Harper's voice accompanied the electronic klaxon, giving it a greater sense of urgency with the dispassionate tone of his words. "We have multiple ships incoming, all with compromised reactor shielding. ETA is less than twenty minutes. Firing engines now, Captain."

Harper breezed through the pre-flight checklist, most of which were moot points considering that they had landed atop bare soil without another functional ship in sight in open airspace. Open for the moment, anyway. William aimed to be long gone by the time the air became cluttered. He engaged the engines, ran basic diagnostics, and prepared to fire the antigrav propulsion to lift them skyward, hopefully with a full crew.

Though if he were honest with himself, the concept of "full crew" was very fluid right then.

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Foy Coiffeur

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Location: Whitefall, surface

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"My, oh my. Captain, Miss Lobo, and my esteemed Doctor Moreau, it appears that our junior pilot is feeling a little antsy. began Foy, still maintaining his rifle's position in the general direction of the crew from the Vengeance. "It appears that we have been caught within the uncheery grasp of an extenuating circumstance, you see."

In his heart of hearts, Foy was rightly nervous about the possibility of being out in the open with an armada of Reaver ships on their way. But he and his had a fast, armed, and most importantly mobile ship not too horribly far back behind them from which to sip fine champagne and make flippant comments about the fate of those who did not.

"Ladies, if you would be as kind as to excuse, I believe we have an egress to attend. I should wish you a positive and amazing last few moments of inhaling and exhaling - which I advise you enjoy in the interim - else you petition the good Captain here for a spot in Cargo. Now, be there a person of business or standing among you, I would absolutely adore the opportunity to parlay post-emergency. But for now, I have somewhere to be. Captain, Josie? What say you?"

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

So... I posted in the OOC instead of the IC. That was fun. Excuse me.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Caesar Gonzalez

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Location: Morgue

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It was a lot to take in at one time. Sure, it wasn't the first time that a conspiracy of murderous, international intrigue had taken over his waking life, but it was the first time that it was led by a group of megalomaniac women in multiple positions of power and influence. In his younger days, he mostly tackled drug syndicates and corporate robber barons, spiced with the occasional disappearing of a target picked out by government contractors. Even now that his legitimate business had grown to a more than respectable, international level itself, it seemed like the kind of thing that was used as a pawn in the machinations of a collection of ovarian Bond villains that were already responsible for the death of his daughter.

Serious consideration was given to identifying each member of this group and taking care of them in a manner that was messy and final. Yes. But that was the last part of whatever plan he went with. Caesar needed to know things first.

Then something Cecily said struck a chord with him. "If the Judge was blackmailed to give the FBI jurisdiction... the Feds are part of this, then. The agent on scene and guy who put him here, anyway. Can't trust anyone, huh?" It was an understatement. It's not like they could ask everyone they met to strip, at least not without some serious social backlash. "Wait, you said they were targeting that other Derby team? Maybe we should reach out to them."

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Location: St. Etheldreda's - Infirmary -> Sister Mary's Private Rooms

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The confirmation that the child was indeed safe took away some of the strain in Mary's voice. She studied Elizaveta's face, looking for a trace that she may have been withholding anything pertinent about the boy's immediate future. "It is a gift, Lady Romanova, to be able to discern this about the child. Considering the reaction from the crowd, I had given consideration to just that possibility with the boy; an upbringing with the Church. Of course, the recent ambience here makes me think he would be better off serving as my Page, under the protection of my Order."

Thinking over any logical options with the boy, none of them involved him going back outside of the walls of the Ely Palace for at least three days. Just because she was positive about the boy's status among the Soulled, others most assuredly were not. For his continued protection, he must remain a guest of the Church. But, Mary could give it as much thought as she liked and it still wouldn't take the place of a direct conversation with Elizaveta concerning her insight. "If it please you, my Lady, right this way."

She lead her new acquaintance and accompanying guards back up the hallway and into the pale light of the exposed walkway surrounding the quadrangle. She turned into a stairwell and began to climb the spiral staircase, lightly beckoning to her guests. About halfway up she stopped, pausing mid-step as an odd (and potentially horrifying) thought occurred to her. "You said the child has potential - talents he has yet to see. Is it possible this is why he was attacked?"

Mary could think of no history, no tale involving the Soulless wherein they could detect and target those possessing the potential to become a threat to them. Learning that their world, one in which she was supposed to be expert and champion of humanity, was broader than her knowledge, she was willing to give many hypotheses consideration. Perhaps the Ryne-that-was-not-Ryne originally was like Elizaveta, and held onto some portion its abilities after transformation. But these were possibilities to consider aloud in greater detail after they got behind closed doors.

The group continued to the next floor inside the castle-like complex, with Mary leading them back down the corridor she had shown them earlier, when she assumed the boy was given boarding near her own door. She ushered her guest inside, giving nod to the soldiery following them (whom she assumed would take position at the door, as earlier), and entered herself. After shutting the door behind her, Mary informed, "This is as much privacy as I can provide, Lady Romanova. Please make yourself comfortable."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady Amalthea

Open request for a CS change, to alter a relationship status. PM'ed the reasons earlier.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Secretive Shenanigans, Part II

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"Permission granted. Please, make yourself comfortable. We shouldn't be disturbed here. You're welcome to anything I've got here - shower, fresh clothes, I have some cornbread left in the kitchen, ah.. wait, Coffee!" Yes, Ash distinctly remembered her saying she was willing to brew a pot. And here he was offering some of his homebrew.

Thana was grateful to finally pull the scarf down and take a deep breath without wool going into her nostrils. Unwinding it from her neck she pulled it free and smiled slightly. "I'll take one of everythin'. In due time that is, for now though coffee and cornbread sounds divine."

Of course she would want coffee. She wasn't Ash, drinking thick, bread-in-a-bottle homemade beer for breakfast. And considering the grim man's state of irritation at their lack of the glorious roasted bean, he should have jumped at the woman's offer to make coffee. Of course, as she was a guest in his house, etiquette dictated that he at least offer to handle the preparation of the steaming, black refreshment.

"I hope you take it black. The recent Apocalypse has forced us to do without certain luxuries. Oh, did you want to handle this, or should I do the honors?"

"I'll let you take the honors, not sure how strong you like it. Got any salt?" she asked. It was one of those things navy folks were used to adding to this coffee. Whether it was to cut the bitter or to keep sodium levels up while on the sea was always up for debate but either way, it was the usual method.

Taking off her pack, she rested it on the table and unzipped it, pulling out a can of Foldgers Medium Roast from it. It was a large can, one of those people who drank one to two pots a day bought to get through the week. Stepping over to Ash she popped the top and the smell of ground coffee beans wafted out.

"Oh momma is gonna enjoy you in a few minutes," she said in an almost loving voice before handing it over to her host.

Ash was mesmerized by the large can of coffee. He accepted it gingerly, almost lovingly, as one might handle a baby for the first time. Nary a granule of the beloved dark stuff would be spilled on that day, oh no. Nary a granule. He set it down on a countertop just in the other room, and measured out six lightly rounded scoops into his personal coffee maker. Fluidly, he filled the pot with water from the kitchen sink and poured it into the back of the machine, and almost gasped at the wonder and majesty of the little orange light clicking on when he depressed the "Start Brew Cycle" button. "I think there might be a partial cylinder of ...salt?"

"Yes salt. N A C L, sodium chloride," Thana said idly as she looked around and slowly unbuttoned her bridge coat and shrugged it off her shoulders.

A look of slight revulsion passed over Ash. Why would you ruin coffee like that? Then he remembered. "Ah, Navy. Forgot. Might be a prehistoric cylinder of Morton's somewhere in here, but I know there's some down at the Mess. I'll look while it brews."

"If ya don't no worries," she said as she stepped towards the kitchen, the coat draped over her forearm.

This was a nice chunk of pleasantry, but ultimately it felt like stalling. Ash had to say what he needed to. Rip it off like an adhesive bandage. Just as soon as that cup of coffee was halfway done. Two thirds, max.

Leaning against the wall she took a deep breath, enjoying the heavenly aroma that was filling the room. A small smile curled at the corner of her lips. Without the thick heavy coat one could see her Navy issue fatigues were aged but well taken care of and her dog tags rested there, obviously shined regularly. Even her boots showed a fresh shine. She took care of her things.

Reaching up she pulled her cover off. Dark hair cut in a chin length bob but it was hardly bone straight, little waves kept it soft. "So, you mentioned cornbread?" Thana asked as she took her things and set them with her bag on the table.

"Cornbread, yeah." Ash muttered absently. He was unsure how exactly to broach the rather unseemly topic he had a responsibility to share with the newcomer. But he did try to be a decent host nonetheless. On his kitchen table lay a bowl, within which lay a tightly wrapped bundle of cloth. Parting open a fold or three revealed a collection of delicate, golden bricks of baked cornbread. Technically, it was his ration of the stuff for the next couple of days, but he was fairly certain that he could scare up some more, circumstances being what they were. Ash held the bowl out to Thana, motioning for her to partake: to which she did.

"We're building a respectable medical team here in sunny Newnan, Dr. Martin, should you be interested in a position. What kind of Doctor are you, if I can ask?"

Thana was about to take a bite when she stopped mid-motion and looked at Ash oddly before starting to chuckle. Shaking her head she pulled out a chair and sat down, still holding the cornbread in her hand. "I think I would be better suited for them fields out there," she responded still giving a slight laugh. Taking a deep breath she leaned back in the chair slightly, yet even as she did she sat at attention for the most part. "I'm a botanist by degree sir. My doctorate is in Plant Pathology, basically production agriculture. My masters was in Agronomy, basically soil management and crop production." Looking down at the cornbread her fingers ran over it carefully as to not crumble it as she told the leader of Newnan all of this.

Looking up at Ash she smirked a bit. "I basically just science the shit out of things."

"You and James should get along just fine. Been keeping us fed for a while now. Not so much of a science guy, though. Just knows things."

The coffee pot had gotten about halfway full, enough to more than comfortable to pour a cup for each of them. Ash reached into the cabinet above him and pulled out the two mugs nearest him. One of them was a fairly standard ceramic affair, featuring a big, yellow smiley face with a bullet hole in the forehead region. The other was a piece of Discovery Channel merchandise, reading, "I Reject Your Reality And Substitute My Own". The irony and/or appropriateness was not lost on him. He made quick work filling each cup, and pressed Smiley into Thana's hand.

Thana took the mug in one hand, resting the cornbread down on the table with the other. This man wasn't explaining things and he wasn't exactly asking her a lot of questions. That got her attention. All of this to get her under lock and key without people seeing her face. Promises to answers and an explanation that still hadn't come. Taking a slowly sip of the black gold, she savored it before resting the coffee mug down on the table and straightening her back slightly.

"I'm sure we would if I stay but frankly I don't know if I will. Not too keen on secrets and subterfuge. So, before we go any further Captain Holloway mind explainin' what all cloak and daggerness it about? Why you be sneakin' me around like this is some stop on the underground railroad?"

Ash sighed. "Fair enough." he held up a cardboard tube of iodized salt and shook it lightly. There was very little of the saline commodity in the cylinder, maybe enough for two or three uses by the average adult. He set it down in front of Thana and took a seat at the kitchen table across from her. His mood shifted from lightly nervous host to businesslike officer instantly. He took a sip of his coffee, silently nodding heartfelt appreciation that did not show on his face, again stoic as per his usual habit. He did like his caffeinated beverages, and coffee topped that particular list. "I don't usually stall, ma'am; I'm sorry. I'll try to be as direct as possible. I owe you that much.

Here is is, start to finish. The reason for the secrecy, the odd looks from my team, everything:

Full Background Explanation

...To Be Continued...

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

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Keystone

Location: Woods North of Salarn, Orc Encampment, Early Morning of Day Four

Interacting With: Kyra, Sana, Group

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Keystone helped Sana over to the Orc-craft wagon. Despite it being an ungainly thing, it was level and sturdy, which suited him just fine. He shrugged off his pack, still hanging from one shoulder, and tossed it lightly into the wagon. It wasn't perfect, but it should suit them just fine for the three-day trip back to Salarn and then some. Hell, if he could find a more or less trained mule back that way, he might just petition the group to keep the thing for himself. It seemed fitting, considering that he had always traveled with heavy provision.

One of Keystone's massive hands untied the bedroll from his pack and spread it out. It was a slightly cumbersome procedure while holding up the Sana, but his breadth of shoulder was helpful in reducing the difficulty. From there it was a simple matter of angling the woman onto the padding and covering her blanket-style with his hellhound cloak. "Right then, you rest easy on the now, got it? Tell us the grim an' shady on the road. Be back in a few."

Luckily for the ordinarily irate brawler, he hadn't bothered to unpack a whole lot, and already packed up supper from the evening before. Technically, he could jog out of there at a moment's notice. However, he did have a couple of things to recover that he hadn't already. Sharp things. Pointy things. Things that make other things go Ouch. The first kunai was easy, laying in the ground a few feet from where he had hurled it into a skeleton that decided to, for whatever reason, explode. The second one was obvious. It was embedded in a tree a few meters away, apparently catching the force of the explosion at just the right angle.

He really couldn't have missed it if he tried. A small, brown bird lighted atop the false branch and tittered once or twice before flying off. It was as if the dagger wanted to be found. He pulled it from the tree, replaced it in his bandoleer, and returned to the group.

Kyra was barking orders again, of course. But Keystone didn't care this time. He wanted to get away from there as badly as she did, as badly as Sana did. Ok, maybe not as badly as Sana, but still... leaving was the priority.

"Hey! Did Cremmy up an' die, or are we hauling his arse back, too?" Oh yeah, he was ready to leave.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Secretive Shenanigans

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Captain Holloway was already braced for what he was about to see, waiting for the second their new arrival brought her scarf down. The fact that Jim elbowed his ribs barely registered, and he could tell that his stoic visage cracked, if only a little. After long seconds, Ash remembered his own manners and returned the salute.

Meanwhile, James had gone as frozen as the ground beneath his feet, eyes wide and mouth agape as his brain struggled to form connections coherent enough to allow his body anything but the absolute basics of survival. That and not falling over, but if a really strong wind picked up, all bets were off.

"Yes, there is something with your face, ma'am." began Ash, breaking the silence, "It belongs to someone else."

"Glad I'm not the only one seeing this, thought I was losing my mind..." Jim muttered under his breath.

Thana stood there motionless, not responding to the comment about her face as she stared at James. "You gonna say something or just stand there like I bitch slapped yer hog?" she asked rather matter-of-factly.

Ash opened his mouth to continue the thought, but was situationally waylaid by James, who upon regaining the ability to speak, opted instead to let out a single, wordless exclamation of profound joy somewhat like a "HAAAAAA!!!!" and sprint at their new arrival with wide arms, intent on sweeping her up into a monstrous helicopter spin of an embrace.

"Aww hell..." Dr. Martin squeaked out as a leg slid back and her knees bent reflexively. She was bracing for impact from the six foot tall chestnut man barreling towards her. She knew there was nothing short of a nuclear strike that was going to stop the man once he set his eyes on a target. Right then the only thing she could be grateful of was that he wasn't pointing a bow in her direction.

Like a rampaging Taurean behemoth granted a shot of fast-acting energy beverage syrup, James intercepted their guest and began an embrace that swung her legs out in a wide circle, the likes of which can only be described as Scary Happy. "Shit bricks, put me down ya over sized horn-swallow!" Thana gasped as she was unceremoniously lifted into the air and twirled like a top.

After two or three revolutions, he set her down and stepped back to take a full look at her, almost falling to the ground in the recently compressed snow. "Well hot damn, mama... We all forgettin' our manners! Lemme get you inside someplace warm! Hey, Ash! Why you got her outside in this mess? C'mon, let's go.. ah, sorry, Cap'n. Um, can we do introductions back thataway, Boss, where it's more hospitable?"

Steadying herself, she rested one hand on James shoulder and caught her breath before her other hand came up, giving the man a solid smack on the shoulder. "Don't ya be 'mama'ing me boy, yous got better manners than that," she half scolded him but there was a crack of a smile on her features.

James was certainly taking a lot of liberties with his speech today. Than again, he usually did; James was not military and really could not be held to exactly the same standards. So long as he was respectful, Ash gave him the lion's share of latitude. That just about summed up the look that he shot the excitable man. "Agreed, James. We should get out of the open. Infirmary first, let's get you checked out. And, um... wait. No - My quarters. No one has reason nor excuse to be there. We need to ease into this. Dr. Martin? If you would please replace your scarf for now?"

Raising a brow, Thana turned her attention to Ash. Her head tilting to the side in the process as a look of confusion came over her features. "I know I ain't be gottin' no make-up on and look like I just slept inside a Tonton but ain't be no reason to coverin' up. I can't be lookin' THAT bad now cans I?"

James looked at the woman with just a touch of apprehension in his eyes, shaking his head in an attempt to dissuade Thana her train of thought. Words didn't quite make it out of his mouth, but he tried to put on a reassuring face. Again, Ash took the lead with the actual speaking parts of the discussion. "No, ma'am. We will explain everything in a little bit; you are owed that much. For right now, please accept our hospitality. Right this way."

Furrowing her brows, Thana's eyes darted towards James and then back to Ash. This was most unusual, even for a world in chaos such as it was. After a moment of contemplation she finally responded. "Yes sir, request permission to bring my vehicle within the walls personally? It's rigged personally, I wouldn't be trusting any folk to drive it without gettin' themselves hurt. Sir."

"Absolutely. If you would please, set your weapons on the dash so my security team can see them, and leave them when you exit the vehicle. Hell of an engineering job on that. We'll have to talk shop later, if you're up for it, ma'am."

"Absolutely sir." Thana nodded slightly as she pulled her scarf back up to cover her features, leaving only her eyes exposed once again. Turning she headed down the stairs and trudged through the snow back to her redneck snowmobile. Climbing into the boat part she picked up her weapons and looked about. There wasn't exactly a dash board on a 4 wheeler in a pontoon boat. Reaching into her bag she pulled out some rope and laced the trigger through it and then added the belt loop of her knife sheath. Tying the rope off on the side of the boat she let it dangle so it was in clear view before putting her pack back on.

Time to move, starting up the engine the snow kicked out behind her before she hit the gas and plowed forward and through the gate, coming to a stop inside and off to the right so not to block the main entrance. Turning it off she hopped down and tucked the keys in her pocket. Wasn't a bad set up for make shift. The pontoon boat had sections of the bottom cut out of it where the wheels of the 4-wheeler were laid through and chains were threaded over the front and back of each side to create treads. The whole thing was welded together, quickly one could tell but effectively.

"Ready when you are sir," she said from beneath her scarf as she hoisted her bag onto her shoulder.

A sudden gust of wind kicked up, tossing the sheep-lined collar of Ash's flight jacket and very near blowing the hat from James's head. The ebon hogger slapped his hand to his head, regretful that he hadn't threaded the grommets in his stetson with a cord of some kind, considering the unseasonable weather lately. Georgia was fun that way. The climate was a craps shoot. For once, James spoke up first. "Yes'm! This way!" he remarked, waving her forward.

"That's correct, ma'am. Short walk up this road to the Inner Wall, then we're cutting around to a back gate. I aim to get us to my quarters for briefing on the extreme quiet. Ten minute hike, tops." Ash glared in Jim's direction for a second, regarding the man. "Jim, I can't stress this enough. Until things get resolved, you tell no one. Got me?" Jim nodded, still half in shock.

Ash accepted this as a response and began crunching in the snow back to the north. Somewhat absently, Ash gestured a circle in the air, and then to his eyes. It was the standard signal for all security personnel to pay attention, just in case. Ash was wiling to give the benefit of the doubt to this person, but he had not completely lost his senses.

"Don't be lettin' anyone touch my baby, it's rigged to go boom," Thana said quickly to Jim, a stern tone to that seemed to get a nearly automatic response from Jim with a quick bob of his head.

"Yes ma'am," Jim said. He quickly called over two men to set up as a guard for the redneck mobile. Something told him he didn't want to piss this woman off.

Thana gave a curt nod and followed along side the men as she was escorted further into the wall, hearing the main gate close behind her with a squeak and a thunk. There was not turning back now, she was inside and she was without weapon. Granted she wasn't exactly helpless but a bullet from someone on the wall would end her if she tried anything. The Lt. Commander just hoped that no one would do anything to make her go on the defensive.

Following the men around the outside of the inner gate she kept looking around. The people on the wall kept an eye out but there were a handful of others on the ground. Thana just kept moving, not really acknowledging anyone, just wanting to get out of the cold right then. "So, gots anywhere I can brew up a cup o' Joe?" she asked as she placed one foot in front of the other and headed within the inner sanctum.

Ash could practically taste that coffee. Sweet, black nectar. But he couldn't seem too eager, no. "Few places, actually. We're headed for one now."

And speaking of sweet, black nectar, James piped up, "Yuh huh, but don't go sayin' that word too loud. We been without for a while, an' it might kick off a riot, k?"

"Good to know," Thana said as she kept walking, her eyes darting this way and that as she surveyed the area. Too many years in the military and far too many since then on the road kept her eyes moving even when she wanted to just focus on what was head of her. Seeing Kris out in the livestock area, Thana didn't glance in her direction; merely keeping her scarf over her features. Her dark hair barely creeping out from below her cover giving no indication of her ethnicity. Her clothing was loose and she walked in a military style, even those that spotted her would be unable to tell her gender at this point.

The group of three cut across he northernmost section of Livestock, almost parallel to the wall. A scant minute of two had them hugging the exterior of the Inner Wall northward on Perry Street. "And if you look to the right," Ash began in his best Sarcastic Tour Guide voice, "You will be treated to the sight of the Newnan Community Distillery, origin of things fun and flammable. Ok, up this way and left..." Non-mortal stress had the curious effect of bringing out Ash's sardonic sense of (what other people may refer to as) humor. Funny, that particular muscle hadn't had a workout in a very long time.

"Please tell me it is better than that bathtub gin my fellow sailors used to brew up. I swear, I swilled more Gin than Hawkeye ever did. Granted I could hold it better than those airmen could, something about flying high and booze never mixed well," Thana quipped with a slight smirk on her lips and gave a visible shudder thinking back to some of the paint thinner she had drank in the past.

Ash waved them into the Inner Wall's central northern gate, nodding briskly at the gatekeeper present. It was good having enough people to comfortably man available security positions, though it did make their act of semi-secrecy a touch more difficult. "Second house on the right, right behind that big building." In a quieter voice, "We'll explain everything behind closed doors, I promise."

"I'll be holding you to that promise Captain," she muttered as she adjusted her scarf to keep it over the top of her nose. It was uncomfortable like this and it was warming up, it wasn't exactly needed right then. Least she didn't think so but they both obvious had other thoughts on the matter. Moving quickly she headed towards the house in question and slipped up to the right of the door, awaiting permission to enter.

The curiously hasty Captain Holloway unlocked his front door and ushered the lady inside. From there, it was a series of urgent movements pulling curtains and checking doors, making more sure of the visual security of his domicile than that one incident when the musical stylings of The Rolling Stones began to move him in a most unflattering manner, post-shower and yet pre-clothing.

"Hey, Cap'n..." said James in a low and serious tone, "I gotta get back - got meat on. Little Lady, you come an' find me after, huh? Just follow the smell of that good barbecue; won't steer you wrong. Ash is good people." He added that last part as more of a reassurance.

"He better be or I'll be dreamin' of you bleedin like a stuck pig," Thana said as she stood there, glad she had taken the time to knock the snow off her boots before she had entered the house.

"Aight, I'm out." The enigmatic blackneck made his way out of the front door. His big, heavy boots could be heard crunching south, back down the road. Said door was swiftly locked behind him.

"Ok, coffeemaker... Over here. Unless you'd like something stronger. I've got ale and spirits. Grab a couch, get settled in. We have a lot to talk about."

"Nah, coffee be just fine this early in the mornin' though considerin' just how cloak and dagger you are bein' I might need somethin' stronger later. Permission to finally take this damned scarf off, wool be rubbin' my nose raw and I really don't want to walk around looking like Rudolph," Thana said as she stood there looking like she was about to rob a bank in her current get up.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Morose @Charnobylisk

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Yes, the idea had already been brought up to burn the bodies and use the ash for fertilizer. Got to keep Newnan fed somehow. Big, juicy tomato, anyone?