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Subject: Ooooo! Second generation fresh faces!!


Welcome aboard, pyroboom!

Posted on 2010-08-14 at 15:13:44.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: And posted...

...let's get outta here!

Murph's thoughts on the "marching order" are roughly laid out in that post but, for clarifiaction, here are my thoughts (anyone else can feel free to work this in to their own posts... or argue with Murph about it if you choose):

Murph takes point with the shotgun, Amber, Alaster and Jake, keeping Emily 'surrounded'/'protected', make up the core, and Mac brings up the rear with his 357. Everybody stays tight... don't wanna give those things a chance to infiltrate and split the ranks, right?

We head east on Cornelia, making for the Save Rite and Ace Hardware (medicine and other potentially useful supplies there)... how we get to Wrigley after that can be haggled over when/if we make it that far...


Posted on 2010-08-14 at 14:58:19.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: Not sure about "sensible" but...

Murph stood between the top of the basement steps and the bar, shotgun trained on the broken door and windows at the front of what was once O’Brian’s Pub, and waited for the others. They came up one by one for the most part… first, squinting against the light, hammer at the ready, and looking pretty rough from the drinking, Alaster trudged into the remains of the bar … then Jake with a couple of makeshift molotov’s clutched in his hands... Amber, helping the ailing Emily (who looked even worse in the daylight than she had in the gloom of the basement) along, came next… and, then, with a big .357 in one hand, the leather, denim, and flannel clad bounty-hunter whose name Murph couldn’t remember. Murph watched as Amber got Emily settled and then padded towards him.

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.

“Yeah,” he nodded, glancing towards the office after sweeping the rag-tag group of survivors and the unsecured entryway with a wary eye, “sure… C’mon…”

He went down the narrow hall ahead of her, nudged to door open with a toe and lead the way into the office with the barrel of the shotgun… he didn’t enter or let her do so until he was sure one of those things wasn’t waiting for them inside… and let out a small sigh of relief when there wasn’t. Once inside, Murph kept watch while Amber found her bag.

“A little girly… but…” she shrugged as she began to dump the contents onto Patty’s desk.

“Never been one to worry about being fashion forward,” he chuckled dryly, his eyes flicking from the conglomeration of stuff that spilled from the purple bag, to the office door, and back to Amber. Perched on the edge of the desk, Murph pulled the pack of Pall Malls from his pocket, looked at how many smokes were left inside, and decided that he really didn’t want one right now. He returned the pack to his pocket as Amber handed the now empty bag over to him and watched as she fidgeted with one of the little plastic army men that had been dumped out of the thing. “Thanks,” he nodded faintly, his eyes moving from the plastic soldier, to the woman’s eyes, and then to the spilled contents of the bag as he set the bag on the desk. He returned the socks, wet wipes, hair ties, and crayons (all things he figured might come in handy) to the bag’s interior before he took the box of shells from his pocket and added it to the bounty.

“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.”

Murph, trying not to watch her chewing on her lip or to linger too long in her eyes as Amber looked at him, shrugged and waved a hand in a gesture that said, ‘don’t worry about it’

“Thanks for talking some sense into me,” she continued anyway, “and everyone else.”

I dunno how sensible it’s gonna turn out to be, he thought, Haven’t done much but get us out of the basement where we’re more likely to get torn apart as opposed to starving… His mouth opened to say so but she waved him down.

“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 and 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.”

“Yeah,” Murph nodded, blinking and sliding off the desk, “I guess so.”

She stuffed her cell phone and one of those green plastic army men into a pocket on the purse, offered up an almost embarrassed smile, and then hurried out of the room.

He waited until she had disappeared through the door before scooping up the remainder of the army men and studied them in the palm of his hand for a moment. Funny how they always make the grunts, he thought, eyeballing two of the little figures (one prone and the other kneeling) with M-16s, and never the guys that fix the crap they break… Funny how nine days and a handful of plastic can bring back the tour in Iraq… the way I missed Jenny and Mickey… the way it hurt when the rocket attack took my buddies… and the way it hurt more when I got the letter from Jenny telling me she was taking off with Bob Somers and going to make a life in Pittsburgh… her and Mickey… with Bob (SOB was supposed to be my friend)… in Pittsburgh…

The thought brought Murph’s fingers closing tight around the small squad of plastic troops and his eyes, sprung wide open, flicked toward the door…

I wonder if this is happening everywhere?

For a moment, the thought of what was happening here happening everywhere else overwhelmed him to the point where he started to doubt that getting out of that basement was the better option when compared to just staying put and dying down there…

… I don’t know what you have planned, Amber’s voice echoed in his mind, if anything…

Murph opened his hand, looked again at the army men sprawled across his palm, and made a face that described the line between determination and uncertainty. I’d rather die up here, finding help for Emily and getting Amber back to her kid than down in that basement, he reminded himself as he tried to scour the uncertainty from his mind. With that, he stuffed the remainder of the little plastic guys into the purse with their partner, took up the bag, and followed Amber’s tracks back out into the barroom.

“All right, people,” he said, his hazel eyes skimming from face to face as he emerged from the hallway, “My thoughts are we make for Wrigley. There should be food and water enough there to hold us out for a little while and we should be able to carve ourselves a little piece of it that’s easy enough to defend until we find out what the hell’s going on and what our best options are for getting ourselves safe. On our way we’re going to see what we can do about getting ourselves supplied in case we have to dig in for the long haul, so we may not be taking a direct route.” He trudged towards the door, peered outside again, and then turned back to regard the others again. “We’ll need medical supplies,” he said, his gaze fixing on Emily for an instant, any bottled water and food we can dig up, and maybe some more weapons if we can find any, so, as we go, I want everyone’s eyes peeled for police cars, ambulances, anything that might cough up anything we can use, okay?”

Murph’s eyes found Mac and his .357 then; “That thing loaded?”

((Assuming a positive response))

He nodded at the reply. “You bring up the rear then,” Murph said, “and I’ll take point. We keep the rest of them between us… and us between them and whatever the hell comes at us, right?

The rest of you, there’s a bat and a crowbar there,” he pointed with the shotgun to where he’d set those items down, “and there’s plenty of other stuff here that’ll serve in a pinch. Get yourself armed and we’re outta here…”

Posted on 2010-08-14 at 14:16:46.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: As far as I'm concerned...

...Murph has the shotgun with him, the bat and crowbar are leaning against the wall by the basement door and up for grabs.

Post coming soon...

Posted on 2010-08-14 at 03:31:45.

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

We love you, man!

Posted on 2010-08-13 at 21:46:15.

Topic: Loaded Dice #54: Twisted Mind of the DM
Subject: Well who doesn't???

Love the 'campfire scene' myself... Great artwork as always... the black and white/gray panel threw me a bit at first but the 'drama' of it did come across.

Well done as always!

Posted on 2010-08-13 at 21:34:06.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: True enough...

...but then there's that whole "the first couple to do the dirty in any horror movie gets killed" thing to consider.

Posted on 2010-08-13 at 20:27:47.

Topic: 100 Posts!
Subject: Hey!

That makes you a veterenarian!

Good job.

Posted on 2010-08-13 at 20:03:54.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: "Hey babe...

...if we don't get ate, would ya, mebbe, uh, wanna get a cup of coffee or somethin' later on?"

Admittedly, Murph's probably looked at Amber more than once and went "yummy"... and likely even had some "thoughts" here and there... but in the situation we're in right now, romance is a little far down the list of priorities... ...ya never know, though, right?

Posted on 2010-08-13 at 19:55:29.

Topic: Seeking Avatar Free Form
Subject: Why wait...

...for a GM?

Free form is free form, right? No rules, no GM, just players playing off players, right?

Whip it up and jump right in gentlemen!

Posted on 2010-08-13 at 19:50:20.

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

I'm totally prepared for the Zombie-pocalypse!!!

And, yeah, Wrigley is a huuuuge venue to try and defend in it's totallity, buuuuuut, I was thinking that cordoning off a section wouldn't be too difficult...

Like you said, though, Meri, meds are a priority so, Wrigley via the scenic route, everyone?

Posted on 2010-08-13 at 16:12:54.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Re: Jal

For the record: I loved Jal's death!

Was sad to see the character go, of course, cuz he was fuuuun to play, but, man, what a way to go out! I was well pleased with the way he died.

Posted on 2010-08-13 at 16:08:01.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Maps are good...

...calls to mind other options for our group, as well.

It was mentioned in an earlier post that making for the lake was a possibility, right? I imagine if we could find a decent sized boat and figure out how to operate it safely, we could manage a defensible base of operations afloat... Just came to mind after looking at the map and the stores/facilities available along the different routes... Wrigley is closer but getting to a pharmacy and such along the way will make for a longer trip... the lake is farther away but there are more supply stops along a more direct route... *shrug* ... ATM, Murph's still thinking Wrigley but I figured I'd share my thoughts on this and let the rest of you figure out how your characters might think... especially you locals.

Posted on 2010-08-13 at 14:30:58.

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

Get attached to other characters and get all crazy about keeping them alive?

That almost never happens with my characters... sometimes...

Posted on 2010-08-13 at 02:33:24.

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

...I'm pretty sure Olan said there were pharms within a block or so either way we went from O'Brian's, so a stop at one of those along the way would be a priority... *nods*

Posted on 2010-08-13 at 02:12:36.

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

Not sure about everybody having a vehicle... Chicago is a big, busy, bustling place and a lot of people take the El (elevated train/subway) or other modes of public transport to get around (cuz it's usually quicker and cheaper - parking costs a fortune in Chicago!!!).

Gotta go with the GMs ruling on that, of course...

For the record, I don't imagine Murph's vehicle being much of anything... probably some rattle trap clunker of a compact truck or some such (mechanics usually drive the worst cars on the lot if you've ever noticed) and likely wouldn't fit all of our group comfortably inside... *shrug*

C'mon... you know everybody wants to walk to Wrigley, anyway.

Posted on 2010-08-12 at 23:39:13.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Leave no man behind, remember? ;)

Yup... agreed, hitting stores along the way isn't a bad idea... I'm certain that there's a drug store on the route between O'Brian's and Wrigley but unsure of what else there might be... I'm hoping for a dept store, maybe a sporting goods or outdoor outfitter of some sort (hopefully can find some good supplies in places like that... if we don't get munched whilst we're looting).

And speaking of cars... I think I mentioned in Murph's 'concept' that he had an old beater of a vehicle parked outside with a toolbox in it... any ruling on what kind of shape that'd be in (torn to crap... still drivable?) if he was to check?

Posted on 2010-08-12 at 23:23:35.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: *swallows heart*

Murph came through the door low and with the crowbar at the ready to either strike or defend, whichever might be necessary. Surprisingly enough, there was no need for either; the place was as empty and still as church on Monday. Nothing moved and there were no signs of life in the bar other than those of lives that were already gone… The dark smears of blood on the floor and the smell of death evoked memories of the carnage that was left from an insurgent RPG attack on their post near Tikrit…

Breathe, Sergeant… Keep your focus… Look around… This is different.

…Murph realized he was still holding his breath, then, and that the muscles in his arms were starting to ache from the tension in the muscles that still kept the makeshift weapon ready for action. He tore his gaze from the bloodstains, letting his muscles relax and blowing a relieved breath passed pursed lips as he scanned the place. “This is different,” he mumbled to himself as his eyes swept the barroom and realized that, despite the broken doors, windows, and furniture, the place was in relatively decent shape, “no real structural damage, nothing missing except the people…” He fought off the urge to shudder. “…Friggin’ creepy.

Ah,” he said a little louder as his gaze fell on the shotgun near the bar, “God bless you, Patty O’Brian.” His booted feet crunched across broken glass and debris as Murph made his way over to retrieve and inspect the weapon. It looked to be in good shape and had nearly a full load of shells. Even better, as the mechanic continued on his sweep and clear, he found Patty’s ‘peacekeeper’ in it’s place under the bar along with a near-full box of .00 shells for the 10-gauge. He laid the crowbar and the bat on the bar, jacked a fresh round into the shotguns chamber and loaded the tube with a shell from the box before relegating the remainder to his pockets.

He scanned the place, again, from his vantage point behind the bar as he fished a Red Bull from the cooler and chugged it down. “Ack,” he grimaced, tossing the can aside and taking the bat and crowbar from the countertop in his free hand, “That stuffs god-awful.” Murph rounded the bar again, wondering if he’d have been better off to drink the weeks old coffee sludge that still clung to the pot behind the bar, and leaned the bat and crowbar against the wall near the basement door before moving for the front door and cautiously taking a peek at the outside world. When he did, that creepy feeling surged over him again and he wondered if Chi-town had ever been this still…

It took the man another moment to blink away his awe at how dead (for serious lack of a better term) the streets were and, when he did, his stomach grumbled in protest at the huge dose of caffeine and sugar that had just been dumped into it. Murph backed away from the doorway and, when his back hit the opposing wall and the crowbar, jostled by his heel, clanged to the floor, finally managed to glance back over his shoulder and peer down into the dimness of the basement. “We’re clear up here,” he called, “Dunno how long that’ll last, so let’s get a move on folks!”

Posted on 2010-08-12 at 23:15:37.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Okay, gang... here's some thoughts...

We've got some decent weapons, now, and an apparent lull in the zombie crush... If you've ever watched a zombie flick or played a survival horror game, though, you know that's not gonna last long...

Anyway, now that we're out of the basement, we need to figure out what to do next because, if we sit here too long we're meat for sure, so Murph's initial thoughts are to head towards Wrigley Field because a) it's close (a couple of blocks), b) it's a relatively large venue and, by nature, should have food, water, highly defensible areas (locker rooms, etc), and possibly some limited medical facilities and the like, and c) could we be lucky enough that it has some sort of backup power system (emergency generators or the like)... If nothing else, it seems (in Murph's mind anyway) that it'd be a safer and more sustainable place to 'hole up' and formulate a better plan.

Thoughts, opinions, other suggestions?

Posted on 2010-08-12 at 20:54:40.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Sweet!

Hooray for the shotgun and ammo (and the baseball bat, too)!

Hooray even more for there not being a ravenous raging horde waiting outside the basement!

Anything else of use available in the bar proper? (Largish bags of some sort to carry supplies as we manage to gather them, first aid stuff, etc)?

Posted on 2010-08-12 at 20:09:53.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: Does he look... Lee Majors?

Welcome aboard, Tiamat... The concept cracked me up (mainly cuz I was a big fan of The Fall Guy when I was younger... Heather Thomas was super yummy (and oddly enough, not a redhead, so go figure ).

Posted on 2010-08-12 at 18:11:31.

Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: And done...

...that door's coming open whether we're ready or not, I suppose. As stated in post, immediate objectives are to find Patty's gun and whatever other supplies might be available in the bar (bottled water, weapons/ammo, any big purses or packs laying around that can be used to store/carry gear, first aid kits???) and, of course, defend himself (and the others) against any zombies that might be there (but I'm hoping aren't)...

Also, hoping this doesn't need to be said but saying it anyway, nothing said IC translates to OOC, okay? Murph drubbed you cuz that's what Murph would've done.

P.P.S. For the record, Murph thinks the molotovs are a good idea... he's just really hoping that Jake's not planning on lighting it just yet... and maybe that the guy'll think to make more than just the one if he's serious about coming along...

Posted on 2010-08-12 at 17:15:46.
Edited on 2010-08-12 at 17:23:53 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: Zombies in Chicago
Subject: If it ain't cirrosis, it'll be because I snapped...

“You guys wanna shut up for a moment and hear what everyone else has to say,” Alaster slurred…

Murph’s shoulders slumped a bit and his progress toward the door stopped (again) on the second tread of the stairway. His jaw clenched and his eyes closed as his grip flexed on the crowbar in his hands. Not really, no, he thought, drawing in a slow breath, I’m not convinced that I wanna do this, myself… I don’t need any help talking myself out of it. He opened his eyes, then, backed up a couple of steps and turned his head to regard Alaster where he wobbled on his perch.

…“I mean, Murph, what the hell plan do you have,” the younger man demanded, “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 those ravenous freaks out there! Are you really suggesting you carry a six foot drunk and a small ill girl while trying to keep a mother from going on a suicidal rampage?! What exactly was your plan go out and beat the zombies to death with your bare hands?! What do we use, Murph?”

The kid paused to light up another cigarette and, after a long drag, continued on his tear, this time targeting Amber – whom Murph couldn’t help but noticed had drawn closer to him in the wake of Alaster’s drunken diatribe. “And you, Amber; if we stay here we die. Get over the sad story about your child. I’m 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 son’s.”

Grow up?! Murph’s eyes narrowed and his teeth clenched as he glowered across the murk of the basement,This coming from the guy who’s drank half the barstock by himself in the last few days? You insensitive son of a… He twisted his grip on the crowbar as if he were thinking about taking it to the carpenter’s head as opposed to using it to defend himself from whatever might be outside the basement door, and, probably would have had it not been for Amber pressing back against him, just as wobbly and tearful as she had been before the kid decided to open his yap.

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

“Anyone have a lighter?” Murph’s eyes flicked to the guy he’d come to know as Jake, then... some kind of pro athlete or something, if I remember … and took in the improvised explosive the man was holding in his hand.

One hand let loose of the crowbar and slid reassuringly around the trembling barmaid’s shoulders. He looked down into her eyes, made note of the trembling lip and tear-damp cheeks as he nodded his silent reply. Tommy Murphy’s gaze traveled around the dank confines of the basement, then, as he considered the validity of some points that Alaster was making, and balancing them against some of the absurdities that had punctuated them. His eyes lingered for an instant on each face or form, then returned to the young carpenter, again…

“If this were another place and another time, boy,” Murph rumbled, “I’d hand you your a**, right now! The way it stands, though, is that, at this minute, all any of us have is right here in this basement and we’ve got bigger things to worry about than tearing each other down. If we are gonna get out of here and live through whatever friggin’ nightmare this is, we’re gonna need each other whether we like it or not!

You wanna stay down here and drink away the rest of your days, man, you go right ahead because you’re right… I got no intention of carrying a six foot drunk outta here! I’ll carry the girl if I’ve got to – but I’m betting that she ain’t as sick as you are drunk and is more than willing to at least try – and, yeah, Alaster, if it comes to it, I’ll beat one of those friggin’ things stupid with my bare hands! I sure to God ain’t stayin’ down here and rotting away without even tryin’ to do something!

So, my immediate plan, little man,” Murph growled, turning his back on Alaster before he worked himself into a real good frenzy and starting for the steps again, “is to go up top, see if I can find Patty’s shotgun and maybe some shells for the thing, and get us the hell out of this place…”
“Anyone?” Jake again…

What’s he so desperate for a light for? He ain’t planning on lighting that in here, I hope…

He gave Amber another comforting squeeze before letting his arm fall away from her shoulders again. “You okay,” he asked.

((OOC: Assuming a positive response of some sort))

“Good,” he nodded, “Do me a favor and see if you can’t get Emily rallied around and ready to go?”

((Again, assuming a nod of compliance at least…))

His gaze slid around the room again, coming to rest on the guy with the hastily made Molotov in his hand, this time, but before Murph could say anything, Alaster got distracted by the footballer and that pair got wrapped up in an almost surreal conversation, so the mechanic simply shook his head, flicked a glance at Amber, and bounded up the steps to start dismantling the barricade.

He heard the thud when Alaster hit the floor… heard him ask to be reminded of where the bedroom was… We’ve been living in a one room basement for almost two weeks, knucklehead… Jesus, Joseph, and Mary, I hope he sobers up quick!!!

“Almost there,” he called down the stairs a moment later, setting another piece of the barricade aside, "how're we coming down there?"

((OOC: Okay... "dressing down" completed for what it's worth ... Murph's opening the door... Here's hoping we're ready. ))

Posted on 2010-08-12 at 17:13:40.

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

...that's twice I've started drooling over this game now!

Great post, Meri... got a little follow up for Murph actions/reactions coming up and then I should be good.

Posted on 2010-08-12 at 15:25:18.

Topic: How Did You First Find Red Dragon Inn?
Subject: Heh... the facelick is the glue that binds us all together...

How'd I get here?

You guys brought me, of course... *leans in and whispers* Y'see, I'm just a figment of your imagination. Started out as a funky green toadstool with pinkspots, don'cha know? Then, some random Innmate decides that the mushroom's a hat and some whack-a-doo elf lives under it... One thing leads to another, see, and one day - POOF - there's Eol! *nods*

Not buyin' that, are ya?

No... I didn't think so...

Like many of the rest of you, I googled my way here, more or less. Sitting at home one night, after I'd finished the rest of the internet, I did a search (been so long ago I can't recall exactly what for, though) and a click or two later, here I was, lurking and lurking... then I joined up and lurked for a little longer before tossing in a post here and there... then I got into a freeform game... then I got into other games... then I moved in...

Psssh! I like the first version better... let's go with that!

Posted on 2010-08-12 at 13:54:05.

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