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🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Caits

If I may, the little Russian lady who just got married - her name is Tatiana. Or Tati for short.

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@Morose

Sounds good. You request an edit, Caesar will react in the next post. Keystone will have to content himself with breadsticks until it's all figured out. World keeps on spinning.

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@Morose

Hi.

Couldn't help but notice that you've got Cecily waiting on Caesar to return to the morgue. The last lines of my most recent Caesar post has him returning, so I'm not 100% on where to go from there. I can't make him enter twice. (Ok, I could, but I think Lady A would demand a hell of an explanation.)

Figured I'd point that out so we can formulate a battle plan.

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J. Keystone

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Location: Queensguard R&D Industrial Complex: Outside Elisabeth's Office -> Security Hub

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After what was one of the longer and less interesting shifts he'd ever pulled, Keystone noted with only mild disappointment that the outside security left without so much as an annoyed glance in his direction. He had given a fair amount of consideration about what he might do in the instance of a sudden act of aggression from these people, so much in fact that the absence of that sweet, sweet violence he had so anticipated left him at something of a loss. Maybe later he'd hit the gym and work off some of that unrealized aggression. Or maybe he'd just hit a bar in a crappy part of town and let nature take its course. Hell, even odds he'd just have his meeting with El Jefe (and guests) and return to his apartment for a warm, sudsy bath with the "25" album on repeat. Yes, that would suffice nicely.

But those plans wouldn't happen unless he made a move on them. Keystone checked his phone again to confirm the time and number of guests. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too late to get a table reserved. It's not like Valentino's was a big name restaurant - it was a neighborhood affair, popular with locals. And this wasn't a prime service night, either. But he had to admit, they had good food. It was a special place that made their own ravioli. When he got back to the Hub, Keystone punched up their number.

"Oi! Yeah, howsaboutya, umm..." rolled out his pronounced East Ender accent, "I know it's already into th' shift and whatnot, but I'm needin' a table for four on reserve list for 'bout an hour out. Got me? ...yeah. Uh huh. Right then, name of Keystone. Yeah, Keystone, just like it sounds. Uh huh. Yeah! The big soddin' git what ate up all the raviolis! Okay then, thanksya much."

Keystone ended the conversation with a thumb swipe across his device and headed into the lockers. In short order he was changed out and the equipment he borrowed from the company stored back neatly. He only had to a few minutes for a shift report before calling it a night, barring any site emergency. Then it was on to the next piece of business, courtesy of Caesar Gonzalez.

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@mnkee

So, no tin cans, like in my childhood cartoons? Hanna-Barbera lied to me!

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Reginald Keystone

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Location: Grand Continental Hotel

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Reginald looked on satisfactorily as old friends and new acquaintances alike gathered in the hotel room agreed to stick together and return to the Barracks. He would have to put out a feeler or two for Lady Kingston; the Lord Major wasn't certain exactly where she might be located. It would be most unfortunate were anything untoward to occur to the young woman, despite his efforts to centralize and protect the people of their Fellowship. But as it stood, everyone present seemed to be of the same mind, more or less.

Then something odd found its way into Reginald's hearing. "...typewriter, you say...? Excuse me, if you would be as kind." Reginald made his way to a front-facing window and with some struggle managed to raise it high enough to lean out of, catching a bit of Cairo's evening air. "...damned Nile cypress..." he muttered, complaining about the sticky window frame. He didn't have to peer about for very long before he caught sight of who he was after. Unfortunately, it was the Corporal, who was quite busy trying to find a loose thread on his epaulettes.

"Corporal! I say, you there, Corporal!"

From inside the hotel room, one might easily overhear the glaring response from street level, "Yes, Lord MAJOR!" Dear Lord, he was obnoxious. Reginald sighed heavily. This was the pride of the British Military here in Cairo. God help them all.

"Yes, yes. I need you to send a man back to the base on doubletime, mind you!" called Reginald from the window. "Have guest accommodations made available immediately, and get the Clerk on duty to prepare several copies of General Papers of Non-Disclosure, do you hear?"

"The Corporal hears you, Lord MAJOR!" he turned to a private nearby in formation, "Well then, Mr. Wiggles! You heard the Lord MAJOR! Hoof it! On the double! Go go GO!"

Reginald shook his head and drew himself back inside the hotel room. The window shut much more easily than it opened, to the Lord Major's delight. He turned around to those still in the vicinity, and with terse authority, flatly stated, "Right then. Grab whatever you require. We depart in seven minutes. He checked his pocketwatch, nodded to himself, and glanced out of the window again. That odd Corporal. That poor Private.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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_{"Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine."}

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Location: Carriage (en route to Almack's)

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At that moment, sitting in a carriage alone with a Grand Duchess, Mary found herself in a bit of an ethical quandary. On the one hand, she spent her formative years the daughter of a hereditary Knight; her family obligated by terms of fealty and honor to serve and give proper homage to Royals at all times. Such an upbringing included learning the proper rules of etiquette and methods of presenting one's self before the hierarchy of social statuses, from the most humble to the highest of stations. And it didn't get much higher than the Elizaveta Romanov. On the other hand, a huge chunk of her Vows to the Catholic Church stripped away heredity title that was not given by the Church, until such time as she set aside her duties as an Apostolic. Technically, she shouldn't even be allowed a private audience with the Her Imperial Highness.

And now she requested to be referred to as half of her first name. Sister Mary was bound to simultaneously refer to her by appropriate Royal address, yet at the same time she must honor the request of her societal better. Otherwise, it could be considered a breach protocol.

"Only so long as I have you permission to do so, Your G... sorry, Veta." Mary had difficulty at first referring to her by that name, such was the imprint of formality by family and Church direction. "When we have privacy. And please forgive me the lapses I will surely experience until my mind firmly accepts it. Naturally, you shall have to call me Mary. It is only fair."

Mary moved on to answer her question concerning title, if she needed to be addressed publicly. "My title changes based upon my duties at the time. Fully, it is Sister Mary Ignatia Hale, Dame of the Papal Order of St. Sylvester. In the capacity of my duties at Almack's, I would be called Dame, except that we are in London. The Church will recognize my station; the Crown will not. I prefer that they are at least exposed to the concept of a woman Knight before they inevitably scoff and ignore."

Truly, she did prefer Dame Mary Hale. It made her feel closer to her birth family, even got her into a good mindset to work her calling with cold, righteous professionalism.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Charnobylisk

Hey, quick note - Ash and Thana are on their way to the buffet tables. Didn't actually make it yet. I intentionally didn't put them there so as to not bunny Lady A's character.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Ash Holloway

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Location: Building 7 (Rec Center)

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Ash was getting a series of congratulations and "thank yous" all around. Though in truth, he felt that he didn't deserve the accolades. The first most recent came from Kristina. He remembered the day that he met the younger lady, caught on the top of a truck with the Dead starting to surround them. It was supposed to be a simple supply run, but they never did get around to actually running for supplies before being called back to town. Zomnado, walls down, plus an attack from Eden. Ash brought her in, but in hindsight it was probably safer for her and hers to have remained outside. Ash forced a quiet smile and nodded in response to Kris, regardless.

Another warm and fuzzy bit of gratitude from Tatiana, the bubbly Russian lady. Ash was about to remark when she let slip an interesting bit of news: Apparently, they both had taken on the same surname, fashioned after the name of the city in which they worked and bled. It sounded a little hokey. But you say a thing enough times, hokey gives way to normal. The concept of normalcy was a thing to aspire in this new world, and it could not be debated that they had a connection to this settlement and these people, making a decision like that. Mr. and Mrs. Newnan, then. "I like it. Maybe 'The Newnans' become the first dynasty in the new world. Leastaways, I'm sure it's going to be in a history book, eventually. Mr. and Mrs. Newnan..."

Then of course, Thana had to polish off the moment with a slice of blunt honesty. Yes, Ash provided the champagne too, if you can call it champagne and not raw ambrosia. But it didn't necessarily have to be mentioned just then. Still, that touch of ethic did let Ash know a little more about Thana's personality. Overall, he was pleased. A couple more people worked through basic salutations, but Ash tried to keep them as terse as possible since Thana expressed an interest in visiting their buffet tables (not to mention James's cutting station). "Let's give our guest a little breathing room. We can make more formal introductions after she gets a good, hot meal." he paused, "If she's up for it."

Ash motioned beyond the small group gathering around them, toward the goodies that James and the Domestic staff had prepared. "I'm afraid our buffet lacks the variety you might find in Vegas, ma'am." he said to Thana, leading the way toward the savory smells of the reception's "catering". "But it's all grown here in Newnan or hunted nearby. Help yourself - I hear James does wonderful things with sausage and grits." The Captain did feel a touch uneasy, being around a lot of people for a cordial social function. A little paranoia, possibly. It was when everyone was at their happiest that unfortunate things seemed to happen around him. While Ash did wish that everyone continue to have a good time, he felt a little out of place. The tiniest bit of selfishness reassured him that Thana did mention using her as an excuse to leave early; a plan that he intended to follow through with regardless of the whispers that were likely already starting.

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Black James(!)

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Location: Building 7 (Rec Center)

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Meanwhile, James was having a good time at his Whole Pig Carving Extravaganza, slicing off chunks of the meaty goodness and distributing it amongst the good folk of Newnan. Generally a colorful comment or two accompanied each steaming plop of smokey hogflesh onto extended plate. Little snatches of conversation cropped up here and there, small talk, really. It was one of those inconsequential things that may have once been common in the world, small talk, but it was a true rarity anymore. The phenomenon did reinforce one of James's most held beliefs - Food brings people together. Heals, in its own way.

It wasn't too long into his duties that he caught sight of one of the more noteworthy residents of Newnan, one of the Franklin imports, Sana. They had a little bit of history together. James had helped better acquaint her with the particulars of a long rifle. She was a natural marksman; James just gave her another outlet for her uncanny knack of hitting small targets from far away. "Well, how do, Miss Sana? You wantin' a piece of my smoky hog, hmmm?" he said playfully, giving an exaggerated wink and nod. "Aw, I'm just messin' with you. C'mere, I'mma set you up right."

James carved off a decent sized piece of his day's labors and presented it to the lady marksman. "Be sure you get some yams and them grits, too. Ain't nobody walking away from here hungry, feel me?"

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Keystone

Location: Crossed Swords Inn & Tavern

Interacting With: Sana

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"Right. C'mon, then." remarked Keystone, after seeing Kyra walk off in search of whatever this town could provide. He put a more supportive arm around Sana and resumed leading her into the Inn. "Got a room with a bath waitin', but I'm guessin' you'll be after food first." As he continued, Keystone craned his neck about as best he could, given the circumstances. "...thought we had someone else with us..." he muttered.

Keystone nudged open the door to the Inn proper and half supported, half led Sana to a nearby table. He wasn't particular anout where, so long as it was near a wall and had a good view of the doorway. Helping to settle her in, he plunked two silver coins onto the tabletop and called out to whomever was behind the bar, "Ay! Need food (decent stuff), water, and ale, yeah? Plenty of what you got. And let me know when that room an' bath're ready.

He probably would have done well to add some sort of grunt or notion of appreciation, but social niceties weren't extremely high on his "to do" list. Maybe he could tip well, or get to it later. Either way, bigger things were weighing on his mind right at that moment.