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

@Lady Amalthea

Considering that Harper and Anisa are the only ones on board the Prometheus, would you want to collab the exchange?

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Ash Holloway

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Location: Exterior Building 1

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Well, the first part of the mission was done, they had located the keys and radio that had once belonged to James, and said former possessions were on their way to meet them. Ash had plans that revolved around speaking with Jack about his new role as Newnan's Second while they both made their way around town, collecting what needed to be collected and locating Thana to pass them along. As the situation had it, fate was drawing them all to the same place, directly in front of the Main Building.

Thana's approach to him directly drew his full attention. Despite the professional posture he assumed when working, Ash could feel his breath quickening slightly, a thing which he immediately suppressed as best he could, though were one very observant, one might be able to see his eyes dilating the second she spoke to him. He had it pretty bad. Her request for a moment so that she could update was reasonable and respectfully offered, and he was greatly inclined to accept. He was in fact about to do just that when he heard the door behind them open. Ash froze in place.

There was no immediate voice from the doorway. Good news was often blurted. Just as often, people hesitated with bad news. Following Thana's indication, he slowly turned toward the door and saw the look on Froggy's face. It was one of utter downfall. Ash knew. He nodded his head to the man, who was obviously distraught. "I'm sorry." he said quietly as his military posture drooped. It was details with Ash; if you didn't know him well, you would assume that he wasn't touched by anything. But those in the know would tell you that Ash just took an emotional hit. There was a ton of respect for that woman; she had been there since the beginning. He nodded knowingly at Froggy, understanding the full meaning of his expression.

Ash straightened as best he could and absently wiped the corner of one eye. Turning back to Thana, "Yes, I have a moment, Commander Martin. What do you have for me?"

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Black James(!)

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Location: Near 545 Corinth Rd, Newnan: In the woods. (Not far from the Coweta County Water Authority)

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The proficiency with which Ryan blew through that lock gave James a bit of pause. He didn't say anything about it, though the look on his face showed that he was duly impressed. That kind of a display would have given him more than pause, were they still within the walls of Newnan, but out here it was just one more skill in the pile of survival strategies they had at their disposal. The rules were different out here. James knew that better than most. Still, he regarded Ryan with the tiniest amount of suspicion at first, until he realized that all of their histories, good and bad, were going to contribute to their chances of seeing another dawn.

James stepped up to the huge, steel service doors. He grabbed hold of one of the central handles and, with a grunt, began to haul the rolling door upward. Sunlight touched the inside of the building, revealing what many would consider an interesting sight. Among other items of note, the center of the storage area sported a sizeable houseboat. It was situated on a wheeled boat trailer with solid core tires, set up as if ready for transport. "Aight. This what we here for. We set this up a ways back, thinkin' we could use the reservoir lakes for fishin' or whatever." He began walking back to his Silverado, providing detail on the anomaly of a houseboat sitting coolly in the middle of the Newnan Utilities Warehouse. "Never got 'round to it, though. What we did do was pack this rig fulla useful shit. Backup supplies, like."

The big truck slowly pulled into the building. "C'mon now! Let's get asses inside, scope things out an' have us a sit-down."

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Location: North Of Newnan (Veterans Memorial Park - Corner of Temple Ave. & Jackson St.)

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Thalia looked at Alexander as he continued speaking, mouth slightly agape and head listing to the side as the words ebbed and flowed from his mouth. Even with the Apocalypse in full swing, Thalia was pleased to note that male condescension had yet survived. No only survived, but thrived, and proved its continued existence by means of an old soldier explaining simple concepts such as "code names" and "radio protocol" to a younger lady who initially identified herself as a former Security Specialist with a multinational firm. Perhaps next he'd offer to show her how to use a pistol all by herself. For a moment, part of her mind broke away, and she envisioned grabbing the old man by his shoulders and shaking him like a British Nanny until his eyes glazed over and the words ceased. If there was something that Thalia despised, it was being talked down to.

When Alexander first arrived, it looked like Lola was going to be the heavy, and Thalia the one to give him the benefit of the doubt. In and of itself that was unusual, the dark-haired machete enthusiast generally didn't trust people until they proved trustworthy, and seldom did it come to that. But now, she could feel a shift in attitude; both hers and Lola's. She seemed more at ease, while Thalia was beginning to have her doubts.

"The part about code names was just adorable." she stated flatly. "Really. I see our association lasting almost as long as it takes to get to those lines of smoke. If you want to tell me more about shit I already know, you've got until then."

"Oh, and protocol suggests that you establish handles before, not during. If that's not possible, you use a neutral handle." An abrupt change in topic, "You can ride up top - grab your shit."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady Amalthea

Looking for the "Damnit" button at the bottom of the post...

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

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William Harper

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Location: Shipyard

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"Prometheus."

Harper mulled the word around his head. Prometheus, the great benefactor of Humanity and bringer of fire. His gifts to humanity earned him the punishment of being chained to a rock, his liver consumed by a great bird, only to have it grow back to be eaten again the next day, repetitively, for years. It was not until Humanity's champion killed the bird that he found peace. The god Prometheus was a name of generosity, grace, suffering; also fire, creation, and friendship. And now, a vessel bearing the name of this god would be his home for at least the next two years.

The jog came to a gradually slowing halt as he neared the vessel. It was not so tall as many ships of its purpose; most mid-bulk transport ships sported three levels, one of which was almost purely cargo space. This one only had two. The Dragonfly made up for this with superior interior design, an extended aft and she streamlining of most nonessential structures, which in turn increased the the ratio of hydrogen to energy within the vessel's components. The Engineer in him was awestruck by the humble majesty of the ship, but the Pilot in him was less reverent; anxious to get behind the console and take her into the skies, see what she was capable of doing.

Harper approached the Prometheus from the fore, figuring the most likely point of entry would be the main Cargo doors. Like many ships of its type, it was located conveniently under the Bridge. He approached cautiously, veering off to one side out of habit: It was a poor pilot who got crushed by a descending ramp, yet these stories kept popping up every so often. The external manual actuator lever was located, not unlike similar vessels, behind a panel near the door. On the ground and in an atmosphere, he could engage it without difficulty.

The Cargo Door parted open with a soft popping sound and a soft hiss of air, as if the interior were lightly depressurized. Harper bubbled with excitement as he waited short seconds to climb the ramp and see what his new home looked like, let alone the glee building in the back of his brain at the possibility of taking her into the Black. But he had things to do first. The moment that the door opened fully, he was off like a kid in a candy store, scrambling up the ramp and into Main Cargo.

A quick glance around told him two things. One, this place hadn't been used for anything in quite a while. The type probably wasn't a huge seller, seeing as it wasn't the flashiest nor most specialized vessel out there, likely explaining the air pressure displacement. Two, this ship had stairs running right near the bay entrance to the above deck (which he immediately took), putting him directly in front of the Bridge. Soft light streamed in through the windows, providing sufficient illumination for Harper to find the object of his desire, the main console. He flexed his hands twice, gently running them over the controls, and muttered to himself, "Yeah honey, where's that sweet spot, hmm?" Ok, so he was talking to the ship. Go fig.

His efforts were immediately rewarded as he located the appropriate primaries. In an instant, he had interior and running lights activated, along with a light breeze telltale of passive life support coming alive in the form of air filtration. "Thanks, old girl." he said lovingly, patting the side of the console as one might a favored pet. "You are beautiful." In a few moments, Harper had systems online and the computers running an initial diagnostic. While it ran, he started up all of the primary systems, to be greeted by the most lovely sound he had heard in quite a long while; the startup pulse of the ship's reactor, and mild shudder of her atmospheric engines waking from what was likely a profound slumber.

With Diagnostics running, life support taking the staleness from the air, and the reactor burning the proverbial cobwebs away, Harper stood up fully. He was alone on the Bridge of a Dragonfly Class Vessel that was coming alive, and that was a pretty special feeling. Next, he'd want to look at the engine firsthand. But for now, he was going to enjoy this moment in his life.

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

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Reginald Keystone

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Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks

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Qasr El Nil Barracks

Of course Peter didn't believe him outright. That was to be expected, though he did have hope that, as Peter appeared in Reginald's dream the previous evening, he would have been privy to it as the others had described their experiences with shared dreams. It puzzled him that his nephew had not experienced this, or had forgotten if he did, or simply refused to acknowledge it. Then the thought hit him like a ton of canned turnips in the night: Maybe something blocked him from it. Many a soldier in his command had experienced shell shock, and the lack of restful, let alone dreaming sleep was rampant. Reginald himself went through a bout or two of restlessness spotted by horrifying nightmares, either about things he'd seen - or things he'd done. They passed over time, mostly. The thought of what Peter had been through made the Lord Major shudder internally. He likely could not grasp the depth to which the younger Keystone's sleep was waylaid.

But concerning his and Vera's participation in a cult, the Lord Major shook his head knowingly. "My dear boy, you haven't need to worry about Lady Munn and myself wearing bedclothes and reciting obscure bits of filmflammery. No, Peter. Nor have I "hit the sherry", old boy. You know I'm a whisky man." He did not expect that the bit of humor would assuage Peter's sense of concern for his poor, addled uncle's mental well-being, but he did hope it would demonstrate that he was not overly defensive nor horribly serious about a hypothetical cult to which he may or may not be affiliated. "Though one would not blame the assumption, of course. You should most assuredly ask Vera about your besotted Uncle Reggie's declining mental state, and spare no detail! She may provide better explanation than I am able to offer."

His voice grew quieter, and a touch more serious, "But if you would, Peter? I would consider it a favor, a necessary favor, you see, were you to not mention this to anyone not involved. If the men under my command should whisper carelessly, it would jeopardize. Mum, and whatnot."

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@rivaan

Hey. You're up to start the collab for our case assignment. The Great Bazhooli took the last action in the IC, waiting on Constantin to reply.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Caesar Gonzalez

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Location: Landing in Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico

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Seats and tray tables to their original upright position. Glasses collected. Everything from the point of view of air travel professionalism was stored, locked away, or otherwise made orderly. The work done by the attendant was fast and clean, impressive by the standards of airline service persons. His company hired well, in this regard. Caesar was not in a position to really notice or care about the work she was doing, his mind was elsewhere.

Landing in his old hometown had a way of making the situation more real, or at least more present. This was no longer a trip to take care of something important later, this was the beginning of that thing happening now. He had wept for Alicia's passing, and in fact would do so more before this trip was over. Now, the heavy weight of familial responsibility just seemed to drain what personality he had away from him. Cold, solid autopilot mode saw him through collecting his belongings from the plane and, when they pulled into a private hangar, plodding his way down the short staircase to the cement floor below.

Taking that first step upon the firmament was a mildly momentous occasion for Caesar. It was the first time in a very long while that he had been back in Mexico. The air seemed different down here, and not just because of all the fumes from airplane fuel. It was coming back to a home he didn't necessarily want to be in. When he left, his reputation stayed behind. He was the man who took on corruption within the Federal Police and lost people for it. And in the end, all he did was remove a few people in key positions and slaughter dozens upon dozens of lackeys, including many of his fellow officers. Others took their place. The corruption took different forms, but the spirit remained the same. It cemented his belief that, if you want real justice or real security, you had to provide it for yourself. Even to this day, depending upon who you asked, Caesar was either a demon or a legend.

Looking around their hangar, Caesar noted a few things. The first was that there were two vehicles, aside from the plane, present. One was a stretch Towncar, black and shiny. The other was a hearse. Something else he noticed was the presence of both airport security and a single representative from the Mexican Federal Police. As their bags were being offloaded from the plane and into the trunk of the towncar, he was approached by both men.

Security was waved away by Caesar's credentials identifying him as law enforcement, retired. It carried a significant amount of pull in this country still, and served as his pass to carry what he wanted, when he wanted, and avoid much of the hassle of trite things like airport customs (without a compelling reason from a powerful source). The Federale, though - his face had a sense of awe to it, as a man who had just seen a ghost and/or the birth of a new religion. He extended a hand to Caesar, shaking slightly. "Bienvenido de nuevo a Monterrey, Comandante González. Quería ver si era cierto que regresabas."

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J. Keystone

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Location: Justice Airport

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Seeing as the only baggage that was still in the carousel belonged to the MSS employees, it was a matter of seconds before the team picked up their belongings and set them aside. Following company protocol, they took a few moments to check their individual bags for any evidence of tampering outside of the occasional not quite closed zipper common to random luggage checks in airports. Satisfied that nothing had been added nor taken away from their gear, the MSS Tech crew uniformly slung on their packs, picked up their laptop cases, and followed Keystone away from the more open areas of the Justice Airport.

The parking structures were conveniently located near baggage claim, as fit the need for a hasty removal of one's self from the airport. Keystone led the group past the rows of taxis and hotel shuttles, charter buses and the like, across the street and to a parking deck. They followed him, walking in simple two-by-two rear flanking formation the entire while. Though Tech, they were still professional security personnel.

When they finally reached Keystone's vehicle, the group immediately set their packs down and opened various cases found within their personals. Each contained a company standard issue firearm with modular clip holster. Two hauled out their laptops while the lady, Vinters, continued to equip herself as a more standard security agent, including forearm snap guards and a set of slimline knuckle dusters. Keystone raised an eyebrow at this. "Said you was Tech, yeah?" he inquired quizzically.

"Yeah." she said dismissively. Her eyes darted up to his briefly. "Yes, sir." she corrected.

Keystone just nodded. He knew the drill with these people. Even though he was SpecOps and that were Tech, the protocol remained the same for arriving on scene from a commercial flight. He opened the back end of the Dodge Ramcharger and began loading their bags into the back as they were done with them. Ibanez used the opportunity to punch a confirmation code into his phone, letting their home office know that they had arrived and were under the care of the MSS contact in Justice, California. Short moments later, they were settled in the vehicle, set up and ready to depart. Keystone started the engine up and let it sit for a few seconds, looked around his Ramcharger at the new faces inside, and asked bluntly,

"So then... Tacos?"

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

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Keystone

Location: Crossed Swords Inn & Tavern

Interacting With: The Group

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The first thing that Keystone noticed upon entering the Inn was the Healer and the Spellcaster doing something beyond his desire to comprehend, with bugs. He viewed the scene with a sense of detached confusion, as if he had just stumbled into some manner of culture shock. Everyone else had no problem with these people vivisecting tiny creatures on a table top inside of what used to be a bustling place of business, as if it were a common enough event. He shrugged it off. Then he saw Satilla looking up at him expectantly. He wasn't sure how to respond, so he rolled out a nonchalant, "Yeah, 'preciate an' all, but no. Already 'ad bugs for breakys, I did. 'xcuse."

The second thing he noticed was that Sana was looking at him and pointing to his brass knuckles, sitting quietly on the table. He strode over to them, gave a cursory look, and carefully picked them up. It was fast and crude work; a thick splash of silver over the business ends of his first adult sized set of knuckle dusters, runes highlighted with the precious lunar metal. They were still a little warm. Keystone nodded grimly and tucked away the twin instruments of ouch-making, the beginnings of a smile forming at the corner of his mouth as he looked to Sana.

"Well then. What's next on our To Do List, then? 'Less we're 'bout set to take in the sights, anyhow."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Location: North Of Newnan (Veterans Memorial Park - Corner of Temple Ave. & Jackson St.)

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Thalia smiled through a mouthful of MRE pound cake at her friend, letting out a semi-sarcstic "Mmm hmm." while Lola went on, mostly in response to her being crazy and/or preferring to stay on an aircraft carrier. She swallowed hard, getting the last of the preserved confection down. Thalia ignored the comment about her giving away food or drink, but she understood where it came from. The girl did like to eat, given the opportunity. But this was drink powder, sacrificed for an opportunity. And a coffee mug. Admittedly, mostly the coffee mug.

"Sweetie, you're annoying as leftover fuck sometimes." She focused her hard hazel eyes to Lola's, "I question why I decided to crawl into a strange woman's TANK months ago. And you know that I prefer solitude." Her eyes softened. "You knowing this, I wouldn't change our little setup either. We got a good thing here." She peeked a rare smile, apparently deciding that warm and fuzzy time was over. "And yes, aircraft carrier. Without question. Wicked grande aircraft carrier." Thalia unzipped her jacket. She was just beginning to notice the change in temperature.

Thalia's emotional/bitch moment was smashed as the radio issued what was, in her estimation, two of the least credible trucker's handles she'd had the misfortune to hear. She looked over to Lola, her face warped by embarrassment for the man into a singular "What The Fuck?" moment. Thalia didn't know exactly how to act in a manner that wasn't massively offputting, so instead gingerly set the radio down on the tank nearby without responding. "Yeah. That's just disturbing."

When Alexander returned, mostly successful in his mission, Thalia just nodded her head with mouth slightly agape. After shoving the best of her comments back down someplace deep and quiet, she broke her stunned silence. "So hey there, ah, Grey Hawk?" Her Boston was flaring quite colorfully in her accent just then, "Don't eva call me that again, aur you'll be wearing this aun the inside. Okay?" The survivalist formerly known as Steel Chicken snatched up the radio and pressed it into Alexander's outstretched hand.

"As for your cocoa, the deal was for coffee mugs, Pops. Plural. Whole point was for you to get a cup for yourself and have some motivation to get it frigging done. Plus I get something out of the deal for being such a Samaritan. This..." She examined the coffee mug, and stared at the man with an expression that screamed exasperation. "World's. Greatest. Lover." Thalia blinked once, slowly and thoughtfully. "Yeah, I give up." she whispered, apathetically tossing him the packet of Instant Cocoa.

"Look, we had a heart-to-heart while you were away, and the phrase of the hour was "down the road a march". That's where we left off when Steel Chicken happened. That's where we're at now."

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

@Morose

Actually, yeah. Let's keep the collab going until it begins to intersect with other characters.