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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Malek




Thanks. I think for now we should still probably stay with everyone, but glad we got the air cleared out between Alaster and Amber at least before we got into a real mess.

Nice RP too. Find the shift key on your keyboard and I think you'll be a great addition around here.

M.


Posted on 2010-08-16 at 16:55:53.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: Stick Together


The smell of French Toast filled up the tiny bedroom, spreading from one dinosaur poster to the next. A lump was curled up under the blue comforter, only a mop of dark curls and one tiny little hand poking out of the top. Amber sat down at the end of the bed, near the bottom of that lump and laid the plate of steaming French Toast on the banged up bedside table.
“Wake up…” She whispered and nudged the lump a few times before finally a pair of dazzeling green eyes blearily peered out from the shadows of the comforter.
A bright smile spread across her face and she leaned over, grasping the comforter and pulling it down only to attack the exposed belly under it with tickles. “Good morning my big birthday boy!” She hailed over the run of giggles that erupted from the little boy. “Got you breakfast in bed…”


Alaster was standing across from her, he had just spoken to her she realized. Blinking twice she swept the smell of French Toast from her mind and stared blankly at him.

Alaster leaned against the window and in a hushed tone plead wiht amber for forgiveness "I-i wanted to let you know I'm sorry I have no excuse for my actions but i feel bad for what I said. I cant even imagine what it must be like to... well not be in control of a personal situation. I just wanted to let you know I've got your back no matter what I'm not going to let anything happen to you or the rest of them especially Emily. With your permission she's quite frail and as you seem to be the one with her if she needs it i can carry her im sober enough for that. And built quite well..." Alaster chuckled hesitantly to himself before continuing "anyways I just want to make things right and if that means me following you to find your boy I'll be there for you to deffend you and your kin if it means me die. and you know they can get things together at Wrigley if you want to see if your boy is where you left him. I know its a long shot but its worth a try and i can help fend anyone off... just please give me a chance to make up for what i said i know it hurt you and im sorry."

She slowly sighed, her expression had softened some as he spoke. “Joshua… his name is Joshua. He’s three…” Her eyes closed a moment when they threatened to yet again spill over and she shook her head.

“I’m not with Emily any more than I’m with any of you really. She’s sick though… and… you know I was going to be a nurse once.” She shrugged. “I am a mother though, so… I can’t help taking care of her some.”

Finally she nodded and offered the forgiveness she could presently. “I know you didn’t mean what you said. It did hurt though. Joshua is my world… but…” Her eyes closed again as she continued to speak. “I know how upset all of are, and scared. Despite that… we have to try and work together and… and be reasonable. Joshua was with my brother and his family the night… that night. They are good people. If…” she swallowed down her next words,

if he’s still alive now it’s because of them… if not…

“Phillip will keep Joshua safe as long as he has to.” She said out loud, trying to sound firm in that belief. “Our best chances are to stay together for now. It won’t do any good to go running off without supplies or other people just to get ourselves killed… but… thank you. Your offer means a lot. And perhaps there will come a time to take you up on it. For now… we have to all work together, get Emily some medicine and set up a base with supplies. One hour at a time… Joshua will be okay. He will…” Her eyes opened slowly as she made herself believe that and offered Alaster a weak smile.


Posted on 2010-08-16 at 16:24:22.
Edited on 2010-08-16 at 16:26:33 by Merideth

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Taken care of...


Amber took the crowbar, leaving the bat free. Also offered Em the pool stick.

Ready to move out now!

M.


Posted on 2010-08-16 at 14:31:26.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: Move us out Sarge...


Amber came back into the main room and quietly began to look around for an improved weapon. The crowbar was still sitting on the counter she noticed and after a moment of weighing it out she went over and picked it up.

After that she went over to Emily and offered a small smile.

"Here... it's rather light... and well... you can probably use it to help keep you steady too." And handed over the pool stick.

That done she leaned up against one of the columns, staring out the broken front door at the deserted street laying there in the pale morning light, lost in thoughts and memories until everyone began to move out.

Posted on 2010-08-16 at 14:00:31.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: glad to see I'm still alive...


And some lovely posts from my fellow survivors.

BTW... so... who has what weapons for the record?

M.

Posted on 2010-08-15 at 23:21:06.

Topic: Loaded Dice #54: Twisted Mind of the DM
Subject: Tentacled monsters are evil!


Nice one though. Art is beautiful as always.

I don't know if it was intentional or not, but I liked the 'grid' look on the ground under the fire, makes it feel like they are camping out right there on the game mat.

M.

Posted on 2010-08-13 at 19:16:18.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: what?


With one of Eol's characters? Please...

I have better taste than that.



M.


Posted on 2010-08-13 at 18:56:27.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Alright...


I'm heading out of town after work today and have no real plans of logging back on until Monday morning.

I've posted up and put in my vote for our movements here.

She will get a more 'suitable' club for her and Emily out of some chair or table leg before heading out. Will likely help Emily along unless one of the men offer to do so instead.



M.


Posted on 2010-08-13 at 17:13:20.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: My two cents


Amber felt her bladder clench when the doors had finally been broken open and the dusty light of late morning filtered down the stairs. But nothing had happened, her bladder had relaxed as did her grip on the pool stick. The next few minutes were spent coaxing Emily to her feet, and then up into the strip of daylight.

Upstairs she paused a moment to look around at what was left of the bar she worked in, then drew a deep breath, trying not to lose it again. A quick survey found a chair of some structural integrity which she righted and helped Emily down into. The girl was wheezing about medical supplies…

And what about whatever you have child? she thought to herself, but just nodded.

“Don’t worry. I think a drug store is the top of everyone’s list. I’ll go talk to Murph about it, he’s kind of taking charge here. You just rest there for a bit. We’ll try to find something for you to use as a weapon too… just in case.” She offered a smile that felt nearly as fake as it looked, patted the girl’s shoulder and then went to find Murph while he rummaged through the ruins.

She glanced at the small mountain of things he had already gathered on the bar then looked at him. “My purse is in the back office… it should hold most of that… if you want to come back with me, we could get loaded up.” She said and gave him a long look that seemed to ask him to come back for more than just her purse, she needed a moment to talk to him.

((Assuming a positive response here))

Once in the back she hesitated long enough to find her purse, a bright purple leather bag decked out in silver chains with plastic jeweled hearts dangling from them the size of a small duffle bag, only the frays around the edges spoke of how long she had been holding onto that designer bag.

“A little girly… but…” she shrugged as she began to dump the contents onto Patty’s desk. It truly is amazing what one woman can carry around with her in one of those bags. Her entire life before this spilled out: Makeup, hairbrushes, jewelry and hair ties, a magazine, wallet, keys, receipts like confetti, gum wrappers, a whole package of wet wipes, a pair of socks, three boxes of crayons, and six army men were at the top of the pile.

She picked up one of the army men and then handed him the bag to fill with ammo. It didn’t take long for her eyes to start to gloss over.

“Look… I’m… sorry about… the phone and… ehhh…” she shook her head and sighed a bit. “I’m just scared. No… terrified. So I wanted to apologize, and say thank you as well.” Her bottom lip was nibbled slightly as she looked up at him.

“Thanks for talking some sense into me… and everyone else.” She held up her hand when it looked like he might comment on that.

“Don’t. Just take it and you don’t have to say anything. I know that this is the right thing. And I don’t know what you have planned, if anything. But… it doesn’t matter that I want to find Joshua more than anything in the world right now… or anyone else’s loved ones they want to find, or wherever they might want to head to for our next hole up… we have to get some medicine for Emily. She’s coughing up blood.” Amber looked at him with genuine concern for the girl. “She’s playing it off some, but… that has to be our priority. I won’t have her death on my conscience. I’m trusting that Phillip on Connie have Joshua safe… and will until we can get to them. So… there is my opinion… penicillin and then…” she shrugged and brushed a lock of her dark hair from her face.

“They should be waiting for us… and we should get moving.”

But before heading out of the room she tucked her cracked cell phone, and the army man into a pocket on the side of the purse, giving him a slightly embarrassed look before hurrying back out to the others.


Posted on 2010-08-13 at 17:08:47.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: We're in


Charge!!

M.

Posted on 2010-08-13 at 16:15:49.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: You know...


according to the Zombie Survival Guide living on a boat is actually a really great idea.

However... not sure our malicious GM would allow it... and it the game would probably be pretty boring if we actually succeded on getting a boat out there. *shrug*

Wrigley's seems rather BIG to defend with five people... but whatever.

And... even if it is out of our way we need to drop by one of thos drug stores.

Personally I think we should head to the one closest to Wrigley's and see if we actually survive long enough to reach it then decide where to go from there.

You know... apt buildings are also great for defense... and there are probably plenty of those around the drug store... as a though.

M.


Posted on 2010-08-13 at 16:06:29.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Hasn't anyone seen a zombie movie?


You simply cannot drive a car in a city in a zombie movie. There are always too many other crashed/abandoned/destroyed vehicles in the road to even think about it.

But looting a few of their own (although if Amber even had one I doubt it carried more than a child seat, McDonald's wrapers and kids toys), or other peoples is probably a good idea.

Wrigley's is fine, but we will likely need med supplies (and I mean penicillin) for Emily in the near future. I suppose Wrigley's might have some of the basics especially in the locker room, but penicillin might not be on that list, not usually needed for general first aid and/or sports injuries. So a pharmacy would be a necesity if you asked Amber.

M.


Posted on 2010-08-13 at 02:10:06.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: sweet




Thanks! Sorry for my edits... excited you know

M.


Posted on 2010-08-12 at 20:23:22.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: What?! No Zombies!?


Just keeping us on our toes I see... here I was expecting to be fending off a whole hoard... and there is nothing.

I'm just digging my own grave here aren't I?

But... onto business.

Amber was working on getting Emily up and moving. As we have yet to hear from the Princess I was wondering

a) if you expected we would soon (you likely have more knowledge on this than us), if so I would keep my post pretty short and sweet with just coaxing to get her up...

or...

b) how much liberty do I have in getting her up the stairs and coming along with us.

And what do you mean no food? Not even bar peanuts?

Ohhh... there was a mirror behind the bar right? Can we smash it and wrap the ends of shards in cloth to use as daggers?

M.

Posted on 2010-08-12 at 20:14:06.
Edited on 2010-08-12 at 20:15:52 by Merideth

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: :)


Lovely work as always Eol.

And yes Amber gives a positive response then goes to get Emily collected... she takes the pool stick with her.

Then I guess we get to deal with whatever is behind that door... ready or not.

M.


Posted on 2010-08-12 at 17:25:31.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Another Novella


Sorry... and hope I didn't step on anyone's toes... tried to get us all to the same point though.

M.


Posted on 2010-08-12 at 15:10:05.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: pulling it together...


Amber had expected to crumble to the floor when she felt her knees begin to give out under the weight of her emotions. Instead she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her and suddenly she was clasped firmly against Murph’s chest.

Thomas Murphy his credit card had read… Thomas Murphy

She could hear his heart beating through the dark blue material of his shirt. Closing her eyes she had given into the sobs that wracked her, taking comfort in the sound of his heart and the pungent masculine odor that wafted off of him.

We all smell like that now babe…nine days worth of body odor and stale beer…

When she began to breathe more than sob again she heard his voice above her and looked up as he spoke to her.

“What do you think is down here that’s any better, Amber,” he asked, trying to keep his tone of voice soft and understanding as he finally opened his eyes, “We’ve got no clean water, no food to speak of, and damn little else outside of hoping for a rescue.” Murph peeled Amber away from his chest, then, but kept a firm grip on her shoulders just in case her knees were still Jell-O. “Look around,” he suggested, his eyes ticking pointedly towards the sickly Emily and the half-sauced Alaster, “We’ve been stuck here for ten days and there ain’t been any indication that a rescue’s coming (let alone that there’s anybody left to even come and try to help). Maybe there isn’t anything but death up there, Amber, but if we stay, there won’t anything but death down here, either.

Look at her,” he nodded towards Emily, “How much longer do you think she’s gonna last if we don’t get her some help?” His gaze shifted to indicate the younger man, then, and, trying to affect as light-hearted a tone as possible, he said; “Alaster’s liable to drink himself into liver failure if we don’t find something better for him to do with the time… Then it’s just gonna be me and you and the rats waiting for us to end up on their buffet...”

The once-and-former mechanic sighed, then, and let go of the barmaid’s shoulders so that one hand could tip her face so her eyes met his and the other could wipe the tears from her cheeks. “I ain’t dying down here doing nothing, Amber. I ain’t gonna just lay down and give up. If I gotta die, I’d rather do it up there… trying to get a doctor to help Emily… and gettin’ you back to your son…”
He mustered a mirthless but determined smile as he let Amber go… let his gaze pan over the faces and forms of the others for a moment… and then, snatching up the crowbar that Patty kept down here to open crates, he turned towards the door again. “If you all are stayin’ here, make sure you board up behind me. Personally, I can’t stand the thoughts of trying to scrape whatever’s left of that cheese-crap out of that can with stale chips for dinner again… I’m gonna go see what’s what… I’ll bring back some help if I can…”
Amber swallowed hard, feeling a wave of emotions start to rock her again, but as she had looked up into his eyes and knew that he wasn’t lying to her. Their situation was bad, and he said he would try to help her find her son, and he meant it. Gathering up whatever shards of courage she had, the same ones that had brought her to her parents door steps with all her belongings in a bag and a belly full of baby, she began to nod a little bit in agreement with him and was about to tell him she would go with him when the others in the room made their presence’s known.

It began with someone, whoever it was who had been silently holing up under the stairs, Amber could not recall his name right now, standing up and asking for a lighter, but before he could be answered Alaster cut his own thoughts into the situation.

"You guys wanna shut up for a moment and hear what everyone else has to say for a moment? I mean Murph what the hell plan do you have i have yet to sober up and we have a half dead girl over there. Not including the fact that Amber is about to go as insane as the ravenous freaks out there.”
Amber blinked and although Murph Thomas Murphy had pulled her back from him she took a slight instinctive step back towards his comforting embrace.

“Are you really suggesting you carry a six foot drunk a small ill girl while trying to keep a mother from going on a suicidal rampage.”
Her pert little mouth opened up to say something back to that, and whatever it was it was not going to be nice, when he simply moved on and left her standing there with her mouth open.
“What exactly was ur plan go out and beat the zombies to death with your bare hands what do we use Murph?"

He paused long enough to light a cigarette then burned into Amber again.

"And you Amber if we stay here we die get over the sad story about your child im probably the only one here who didn't lose someone he loved so grow up and tend to your own needs before you worry about your sons."

Immediately her bottom lip began to tremble again, the courage she had found only moments ago began to shatter and peel like the polish on her fingers. The logic didn’t even make sense… he hadn’t lost anyone so she was supposed to grow up and forget about the one thing in this world that meant more than anything to her… and what did he mean lost someone? Joshua wasn’t dead… he couldn’t be dead… Again her knees began to tremble and she closed the gap between her and Murph, putting a hand on his shoulder and instead of voicing the fears that went through her head or using the pool stick to open up Alaster’s she looked up at Murph.

“Take me with you Tom… I’ll go.” She muttered quietly.

But before he could make any real response the issue of the lighter came up once again. Behind her Jake and Alastar began discussing lighters and cocktails… but she was too busy trying to figure out where they should go. There was a drugstore not far from here, there was a pharmacy and they could get drugs for Emily… and then… and then… her son. She had to find Joshua, but every time she tried to figure out where her brother might have holed up she kept seeing Joshua’s delicate little face covered in blood and found she couldn’t focus beyond that.

A thud brought her back to the moment and turning slightly she noticed that Alastar had fallen off his stool. She offered a reproachful look and no further help, even with her history of a year and a half of nursing school… the drunk who had just told her to grow up and forget her son would be fine.

"of course im fine" he confirmed said patting jake on the back quite hard after getting up on his feet again "im the dang master of the universe dontcha know."

Alaster swayed for a minute looking at the bottle of jack in his hands and turned to face everyone else in a much more somber mood.

"I gotta lay off the booz im heading to bed let me know what you guys decided when i get up. And if anyone stealz my hammer there will be hell to pay and thats a promise"

Alaster turned to exit the room before saying "Umm i cant quite remember the way could one of you point me in the direction?"

To this she simply gave Alaster a slightly confused look, then bent down figuring a real response to this would only make things worse, picking up her cell phone and tucking it into the waist band of her tiny skirt and then the pool stick. Murph, Thomas Murphy, was ready to go now, and she did intend to go with him. She just wished that she had pants, and made a mental note that if they got out of this she would find a job that would actually let her wear pants from now on… and this almost brought on a case of the giggles.


Posted on 2010-08-12 at 15:08:11.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Domo Arigato!


*bows polietly*

Posted on 2010-08-11 at 20:49:55.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: lovely work from you too dear...


now...

GM: Knowledge Local... where is the nearest store with a pharmacy? I'm assuming there should probably be a Walgreens or CVS nearby... I swear there is one on every corner here in StL.

M.


Posted on 2010-08-11 at 20:10:08.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Give it time...


First you have to deal with her hysterics...

M.


Posted on 2010-08-11 at 16:03:44.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: Well a few more minutes might have been nice...


Two things had Amber’s attention.

One was the slightly chipped nail of her right index finger, the red paint had begun to peel back from the break until it hit the small white rhinestone she had affixed there in another life. The rhinestone was currently keeping the fracture of the paint from moving any further along the surface of her nail, but she could tell it would give way soon. Already the clear coat holding the rhinestone down was giving away at the round edges and soon the stone would pop off and the rest of the polish would follow suit not long after. It would end up on the floor with the rest of the debris that spoke of their ordeal.

The other was the long dead cell phone she held in her hand. Her eyes flickered back and forth between the dark touch screen, that had until a few days ago displayed the smiling face of a dark haired toddler, and the chip in her nail. Tears began to well up in her eyes and she tried to stop them by taking another long drag from the cigarette she held in her other hand.

She had stopped smoking when she had gotten pregnant, but when the cell phone service went out completely she had broken into the cigarette machine upstairs and pulled out a few cartons. Now she pulled on one of these while she went over the memory of the last time the phone had linked her to that smiling toddler.

Her nails showed no signs of wear then, the red paint with the carefully placed blue and white rhinestones in honor of the home team were still fresh. She had temporarily holed up in a stall in the women’s restroom, trying to avoid the screams still ringing outside as much as she was avoiding those left in the bar. Those pristine nails had glided over the touch screen and with the two wavering signal bars had tried dialing her brother’s house once more. Her heart raced with every ring, but finally Phillip had answered and through a field of static she begged him to put her son on. Josh’s tiny sleepy voice barely made it through the static, he was crying and asking when she was going to come and get him. Soon… very soon my little jungle man, hang in there and listen to Uncle Phil… I love you babe… soon… she tried to soothe over the invisible wires of modern technology. How much he got of the message she didn’t know, the connection had been severed somewhere in the middle of it, and it hadn’t come back since.

Something in the corner of her eye moved then, wrenching her out of her memories. It was Murph, who had risen and was grumbling something to himself.

“…I was gonna go home, watch the news, and probably pass out on the couch so I could get up and go finish that turbo the next day… I usually don’t even come in here on Thursdays,” he smirked and his eyes darted over to her, “but it ain’t like the Cubbies take the pennant every season, right?”

The cell phone moved out of her field of vision and into her lap as he spoke to her. “**** your Cubbies and their ****ed pennant…” she grumbled back darkly, finishing off her cigarette in the next moment with a long drag.

He had moved his gaze on though, taking each of the remaining survivors of O’Brian’s under his scrutiny while she stamped out the remaining stub of her cigarette.

She wasn’t expecting what he said next, standing at the base of the stairs leading upstairs
(to death)
he suddenly blurted out “All right. We’re gettin’ outta here.”

Amber blinked, letting her long dark lashes cover her even darker (although bloodshot) eyes momentarily. That was all the time it took for what he said to sink into her synapses. Quickly she stood up, her cell phone bouncing off her lap and crashing to the cement floor. The bright purple corner hit hard and a crack hurried across the dark expanse of the touch screen. Without further thought she bent over, picked it up
(It’s all cracking… chipping… breaking… falling apart at the seams…)
In one hand while her other picked up the pool stick she had brought down with her for defense. Rising back up she began to storm toward Murph.

She was still dressed in her work outfit, the black patent leather ballet flats, short black skirt and the Cub’s t-shirt she had bought a size too small to show off her curves and hopefully garner a few extra tips. Her strong legs brought her to him quickly and she hurled what remained of her cell phone at him.

“Out!?” The shrill voice of a woman on the verge of completely loosing it rang out in the confinement of the basement.

“Out!? Do you think that if there was ANY way I could have gotten out of here that I would still be in this hell hole!? Do you? Do you honestly think I want to be here, this dark beer smelling pit with the three of you and lord only knows what crawling over our heads… not to mention the rats! Haven’t you heard them Murph… crawling in the corners, eating whatever we didn’t! I haven’t heard from my son in NINE days! Nine! But…”

Her eyes pulled from his for a moment and traced the line his gaze had taken earlier, the way Patty had screamed ringing in her ears. The shrillness left her voice, replaced by a tremble that threatened to break into a torrential flood at any moment.

“… but there is nothing up there but death… nothing… but… death…****!” She began to sob as she felt her legs start to give out under her.


Posted on 2010-08-11 at 16:01:55.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: I've seen Shaun of the Dead one too many times...


Weaponry: What all does this bar have in decor/entertainment?

I'm picturing a long wooden bar with bottles behind it in front of a long mirror... tables and bar stools throughout... perhaps a pool table, dart board, maybe a pin ball machine, juke box, televisions... would that be about correct? I'm all for make-shift weapons.

Ohhh... and would I be correct to assume that the phones (including cellular) stopped working shortly after the 'mob' came barreling through the city? You know it is useful to ask questions after reading the posts where sometimes your questions are answered without having to bother the GM... cell phones don't work...



M.

Posted on 2010-08-11 at 13:57:38.
Edited on 2010-08-11 at 14:06:15 by Merideth

Topic: High School Troubles, Stress, and Woe is Me!
Subject: ^


Totally agree. It is a big adjustment though. Moving from middle to high school takes some time to get used to.

I was, okay still am, big on lists and planners and such, color coding everything. Anything to help keep organized. It is easy to get overwhelmed when you don't know what is coming up, but if you have it all somewhere (written down, brains get too scattered to be reliable I've found) that you can go to and prepare for stuff it is much easier.

Work on your grades and figuring out how to be responsible for everything going on... all skills you will be glad you picked up in HS and didn't wait until you really grew up to figure out (although to be honest you never really feel like you've grown up and have everything figured out).

Good luck though hon and of course we all understand that RL comes before games. Do what you can around here and we will still luv you.

M.


Posted on 2010-08-09 at 17:40:38.

Topic: New too online rping
Subject: Purple Power People...


I like it. Although most of us just pretend to have super powers. In reality we just have no other life and spend our time here instead. Which isn't so bad all things considered...

But... I'm rambling, I do that alot, get used to it.

Welcome! Hop in some games and let us know if you have any questions (and really the non-purply people are very helpful too!)

Ohhh... and you've got a towel, so I'll add in the other obligatory intro message: 'Don't feed the Grugg'
But please do feed me... mac'n'cheese is super awesome!

M.


Posted on 2010-08-09 at 17:03:58.

Topic: lifespring
Subject: Welcome!


Great to meet you Lifespring!

I'm Meri... I like to write stories, rumor has it I sometimes edit our newsletter, and you should feed me and not the Grugg, the upcoming baby needs it more than he does

Hope to keep seeing your shining face around here!

M.


Posted on 2010-08-09 at 15:34:22.

 


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