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Jan. 29th, 2012 12:13 amBudehuc Mayfield Comment Box
[A comment box at the Mayfield Rec Center; that's all!]
(OOC note: Comments are screened. They will
Don't know what a comment box log is? It's basically characters submitting comments to be made public. They'll be posted for everyone to see and reply to on the community board in the Mayfield Rec Center.)
15th Tactic
Dec. 11th, 2011 10:53 pm[phone a; no filters]
So, thanks a lot for dragging me out into the snow on your ridiculous snow day and everything. I'm glad I had the opportunity to go out there and catch a cold from somewhere or someone or something. Because I obviously needed a real and legitimate reason to skip school for once. It's just wonderful, really.
[Every single word, spoken with extreme sarcasm. He sounds stuffed up and therefore more irritated than usual, complete with a sniffle.
That's definitely a cold.]
...ugh. Whatever. Hey, is there anyone out there who knows about ways to communicate that aren't phones? Devices from the American 1950s or from anywhere else, it doesn't matter. I'd like to know about both. On an entirely related note, I know this town has a lot of people who like to build things.
I'd like to talk to any of you as well.
[and then phone b, with a DA filter]
Apparently this season is all about giving, so it's a good time to clue everyone in to a project Aaron is helping oversee. We were planning on collecting supplies and weapons and hiding them in caches around town before last month blew up on us. Now it's more important than ever. We can't be caught empty-handed like that again.
We're looking for anything non-perishable, jugs of water, canned goods, ammo, blankets, flashlights, anything that can be stored in an enclosed space safely. If you care to donate, you can either drop it off at 1251 Williams Road, 847 Goldberg Street, or bring it to the next meeting. [Whenever that might be.] We haven't decided if these caches will be scattered around in basements or if they'll be buried yet, but it'll be one or the other, that's for sure...
(ooc note: being a part of the DA can be handwaved since it isn't exactly a secret, so long as your character isn't obviously dangerous or a known psychopath or whatever; commenting to the roster here helps me keep track, but is by no needs neccessary.)
[action; 847 Goldberg Street, open to housemates and anyone who wants to drop by]
[Phone calls all settled and dealt with, Caesar has taken over the couch in the living room and every single blanket and pillow he could get his hands on, creating the most comfortable and warm mass of cozy things he can manage, complete with Bonaparte the Kitten napping somewhere among all of that. If he's going to be miserable, it's going to be out here in the open where everyone else in the house -- or anyone who dares to visit -- is going to have to listen to it.
He's sulkily flipping through one of the various tomes he has scattered around him between bouts of sneezing and coughing.]
So, thanks a lot for dragging me out into the snow on your ridiculous snow day and everything. I'm glad I had the opportunity to go out there and catch a cold from somewhere or someone or something. Because I obviously needed a real and legitimate reason to skip school for once. It's just wonderful, really.
[Every single word, spoken with extreme sarcasm. He sounds stuffed up and therefore more irritated than usual, complete with a sniffle.
That's definitely a cold.]
...ugh. Whatever. Hey, is there anyone out there who knows about ways to communicate that aren't phones? Devices from the American 1950s or from anywhere else, it doesn't matter. I'd like to know about both. On an entirely related note, I know this town has a lot of people who like to build things.
I'd like to talk to any of you as well.
[and then phone b, with a DA filter]
Apparently this season is all about giving, so it's a good time to clue everyone in to a project Aaron is helping oversee. We were planning on collecting supplies and weapons and hiding them in caches around town before last month blew up on us. Now it's more important than ever. We can't be caught empty-handed like that again.
We're looking for anything non-perishable, jugs of water, canned goods, ammo, blankets, flashlights, anything that can be stored in an enclosed space safely. If you care to donate, you can either drop it off at 1251 Williams Road, 847 Goldberg Street, or bring it to the next meeting. [Whenever that might be.] We haven't decided if these caches will be scattered around in basements or if they'll be buried yet, but it'll be one or the other, that's for sure...
(ooc note: being a part of the DA can be handwaved since it isn't exactly a secret, so long as your character isn't obviously dangerous or a known psychopath or whatever; commenting to the roster here helps me keep track, but is by no needs neccessary.)
[action; 847 Goldberg Street, open to housemates and anyone who wants to drop by]
[Phone calls all settled and dealt with, Caesar has taken over the couch in the living room and every single blanket and pillow he could get his hands on, creating the most comfortable and warm mass of cozy things he can manage, complete with Bonaparte the Kitten napping somewhere among all of that. If he's going to be miserable, it's going to be out here in the open where everyone else in the house -- or anyone who dares to visit -- is going to have to listen to it.
He's sulkily flipping through one of the various tomes he has scattered around him between bouts of sneezing and coughing.]
14th Tactic [phone-- or not]
Nov. 26th, 2011 01:19 am[phone; call near midnight]
Sounds like I'm late to the panic. Are we done yet? No? Okay, listen up, DA in particular, though everyone is certainly welcome to pay attention. We don't know what's going to happen, but if it gets too dangerous to remain scattered, our first fallback point is the high school. It's in a central location. Everyone can get to it.
If it turns out we have to evacuate instead, the-- [And that's where it cuts out. Late indeed. It's what he gets for waiting until midnight to put out a call. The next thing he'll know is waking up on the floor near where the phone used to be to a ruined Mayfield.]
[action; around Goldberg Street]
[He hasn't gotten too far, not yet, since he had to salvage clothes first and foremost. Thanks a lot, Mayfield, taking his threads away like that. He intends to head for the high school, but he sticks around to search a little longer for other things. For the most part he sticks to the house that he had been living in before, but it doesn't bother him at all to stray further abroad.]
Figures. The sword is gone... even the horse would have been nice to still have around...
[action; where the high school used to be]
[He's sure the first part of the message made it out. He's obligated to trek out to the site of the school and hang out for at least a few hours, to see if anyone turns up. After some searching about, Caesar has found a chair to stand upright in the high school parking lot and that is where he can be found, sitting, waiting. He's already drawing together a new plan in his head. Pick a street, fortify it, and he knows exactly which one to point people towards.
Of course, to the passing eye, it only looks like he's lounging idly in a chair in the middle of the apocalypse.]
(OOC: He will be redirecting people to 769 Bunker Street as a safehouse basement instead; here's the log.)
Sounds like I'm late to the panic. Are we done yet? No? Okay, listen up, DA in particular, though everyone is certainly welcome to pay attention. We don't know what's going to happen, but if it gets too dangerous to remain scattered, our first fallback point is the high school. It's in a central location. Everyone can get to it.
If it turns out we have to evacuate instead, the-- [And that's where it cuts out. Late indeed. It's what he gets for waiting until midnight to put out a call. The next thing he'll know is waking up on the floor near where the phone used to be to a ruined Mayfield.]
[action; around Goldberg Street]
[He hasn't gotten too far, not yet, since he had to salvage clothes first and foremost. Thanks a lot, Mayfield, taking his threads away like that. He intends to head for the high school, but he sticks around to search a little longer for other things. For the most part he sticks to the house that he had been living in before, but it doesn't bother him at all to stray further abroad.]
Figures. The sword is gone... even the horse would have been nice to still have around...
[action; where the high school used to be]
[He's sure the first part of the message made it out. He's obligated to trek out to the site of the school and hang out for at least a few hours, to see if anyone turns up. After some searching about, Caesar has found a chair to stand upright in the high school parking lot and that is where he can be found, sitting, waiting. He's already drawing together a new plan in his head. Pick a street, fortify it, and he knows exactly which one to point people towards.
Of course, to the passing eye, it only looks like he's lounging idly in a chair in the middle of the apocalypse.]
(OOC: He will be redirecting people to 769 Bunker Street as a safe
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13th Tactic [action]
Nov. 8th, 2011 12:01 am[action; all over town]
[It isn't every day you open your door to a big, green horse-like... thing. Today, however, is one of those days for Caesar. This immediately makes it a bad day, considering he's never actually owned one of these before. He may have tolerated one during his travels in the Grasslands, but come on, a horse? Really?]
Okay. You got me. I shouldn't have hoped for something besides books after all.
[Now just to get corral it into the stable with Virgnia's horse. Too bad it decides to keep walking out of his reach. Every attempt to grab the reins leads to a sidestep. They spend a good fifteen minutes in this ridiculous dance of grab-and-fail before the Grasslands horse gets irritated enough with him to turn tail and trot off.]
Hey! Get back... here... or... just run off. Sure, why not? That works, too.
[This leaves him to waste the rest of his day trying to track down the beast. Residents of Mayfield will be greeted with the sight of this horned green creature chilling in the school yard, eating the piles of autumn leaves off of their front lawns, poking through their gardens, picking apart flower shop displays, or even standing in the street like a damn idiot. With Caesar not too far behind, of course.]
[It isn't every day you open your door to a big, green horse-like... thing. Today, however, is one of those days for Caesar. This immediately makes it a bad day, considering he's never actually owned one of these before. He may have tolerated one during his travels in the Grasslands, but come on, a horse? Really?]
Okay. You got me. I shouldn't have hoped for something besides books after all.
[Now just to get corral it into the stable with Virgnia's horse. Too bad it decides to keep walking out of his reach. Every attempt to grab the reins leads to a sidestep. They spend a good fifteen minutes in this ridiculous dance of grab-and-fail before the Grasslands horse gets irritated enough with him to turn tail and trot off.]
Hey! Get back... here... or... just run off. Sure, why not? That works, too.
[This leaves him to waste the rest of his day trying to track down the beast. Residents of Mayfield will be greeted with the sight of this horned green creature chilling in the school yard, eating the piles of autumn leaves off of their front lawns, poking through their gardens, picking apart flower shop displays, or even standing in the street like a damn idiot. With Caesar not too far behind, of course.]
12th Tactic [Backdated to October 25th]
Oct. 25th, 2011 11:21 pm[action; for school and 847 Goldberg Street]
[Well, it seems like someone's out of their usual moody slump today. Caesar is going about his business happily and smiling the entire time. He's actually at school, SCHOOL, on time, even paying attention, taking notes. He's not even using lunch as an excuse to nap. It's kind of unsettling.
As for when he gets home, he can be caught in the actions of taking out the trash without being yelled at to and doing dishes. You know, chores. Things that involve effort. He sure doesn't look or sound like a drone, so why would he ever...]
[Well, it seems like someone's out of their usual moody slump today. Caesar is going about his business happily and smiling the entire time. He's actually at school, SCHOOL, on time, even paying attention, taking notes. He's not even using lunch as an excuse to nap. It's kind of unsettling.
As for when he gets home, he can be caught in the actions of taking out the trash without being yelled at to and doing dishes. You know, chores. Things that involve effort. He sure doesn't look or sound like a drone, so why would he ever...]
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