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1 day ago
Current I'm about to be banished for the good of the realm again. Where is the trust in this world, I ask you?
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7 mos ago
I'm sorry, you've reached his personal secretary, Department of Shrubbery, Floor 64, Desk 1024. How can we help you today?
9 mos ago
Or buy a van or a used rental truck. Something nobody would look twice at. You can put in a rack for the rope, duct tape, plastic sheeting, shovels....
9 mos ago
Never trust a car salesman - especially a used car salesman. Have a buddy park across the street and see how many stuffed body bags you can shove in there. Gotta have room for plastic sheeting, etc.
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9 mos ago
Neil Gaiman wrote in his Good Omens bio that he likes it when fans send him $50. (He read Terry Pratchett's bio and figured it wouldn't hurt.)

Bio

I am a seven-foot tall minecraft-playing hindu guru drag-queen alien.

Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.

Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"

Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and anime music videos.

Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.

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Name: #310367 a.k.a. Seven
Age: 10 (biologically)
Species: Human (Recovered cyrogenic survivor)
Appearance: This girl reminds you of a waiting vulture. She has slitted gunmetal-gray eyes. Her fine, curly, night-black hair is almost crew-cut short. She is very tall and has a lithe build. Her skin is white. She has a small nose and long-fingered hands. Her wardrobe is basic.
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Other: Doesn't talk much.
Kat Theodora Clark



Location: Festival | Interaction: Open / Nixie @Almalthia



"Card? No, I'm new here, all the cards were in the luggage," Kat sighs. They were so nice, with one of her designs decorating it. It was almost like an Artist Trading Card.

"I'm Theo, Theodora Clark," she said, glad that all that time looking in a mirror had paid off. A job meant money. She's even take pity money right now. Then froze. She didn't have a pen. Or a notebook. Or anything! Not even a smart phone.

"I don't have anything to write with, and I haven't gotten a phone, yet," she admitted, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks again. "I wasn't expecting any offers, since I don't have a booth or anything yet. Do you? Have paper and a pen?"
“Sir, the Captain has made a deal with the aliens. They’re going to help heal the wounded. Personally, I can’t wait to see what happens, but I don’t know my way around the civilians yet. Do they all have masks? Do we just get them out here and see what happens? I could use some help.”


"I see, Dr Lambert," Jack replied, an irritated look flashing across his face but never reaching his voice. He glanced back at the other department heads. "I was unaware they'd progressed so far in their studies of human anatomy. Did the captain say how soon she'd want this?"

On the one hand, they'd have wounded people returning to duty quickly, less work for the medical department. On the other hand, once the locals knew how to fix humans, they'd also know how to injure and kill them, as well. But humanity had been doing it for millennia, why expect any advantages here?

His cool gaze shifted to the doctor and he gave him a slight nod.

Rizx frowned, touching the paper, studying the layout.

"There was a very fancy house," the goblin theif whispered, "It had a special floor with a bird's name. When you stepped onto the floorboards, they made sounds. I did not enjoy how they 'sang'. We should expect traps like this."

"Are any of you good at climbing?"
Kat Theodora Clark



Location: Festival | Interaction: Open / Nixie @Almalthia


Kat could feel the heat in her cheeks flaring.

She's a woman, of course she's going to notice everything.

"This.. is uh, just temporary," she sputters, taking a step back and waving her arms. "I lost my luggage, somebody stole it." And me with it.

Did I miss a tag? Kat smiled as her mind raced. I did, didn't I? Oh god, she thinks I'm homeless and I'm only asking about the forest so I can go sleep there!

"I uh, have a place," Kat insisted. "Well, it's my uncle's place, he's letting me stay there and to look after it for him...."

How fast am I talking? It's too fast, much too fast!

"I don't mind old clothes, I paint! Pictures, not houses, heheh. And you don't have to worry about old clothes...!" Except when you step in a puddle of spilled red paint and there's your bloody footprints in dried paint tracked through the rug and the bed....! And some idiot sells your rug at some art show as 'murder in the bedroom'. Oh god, don't tell her that! She's going to think you're an idiot...!

Too late.
Kat Theodora Clark



Location: Festival | Interaction: Open / Nixie @Almalthia



Kat paused, frowning. Was that a forest ranger? And was she armed?

She silently reminded herself that she was Theodora Clark, a struggling artist from Hickory, Virginia, letting it run through her head before finally squaring her shoulders and walking towards Nixie. Unlike the sheriff, this was a woman, she would see more.

"Excuse me," she said, brushing her temple in case there was stray strands of blonde hair there. "Sorry, I'm not much good with crowds, but is there a state park near here? I'm new in town, you see."

State forest meant roads and trails. Lots of hiding places, not that she think she'd need to run, but best to be prepared.
"Sam! We need towels back here!" Emily yelled from the back.

"Coming!" Sam yelled back, placing the miniaturized chair back on her display. Turning, she headed to housewares and grabbed two stacks of their good seconds towels, those that still had life but were too worn to be firsts. Of course, it would be her job to get them washed, dried, and stacked again.

While both stacks were tall, they weren't too heavy, just hard to see past as she headed down the aisle for the back room. Slipping inside the storeroom, Sam called out, "I got the towels!" as she put them down on the small desk, next to the industrial gold-tan time clock.

Turning towards the loading bay, she groans at the muddy footprints the boys were bringing in.. Wait, was that Georgia helping them?

What, is this your witch scout good deed for the day? Sam sighs, watching the mechanic.

"Emily, I'm going to go across the street for coffee, okay?" It would warm them up some, and faster than setting up the coffee urn. Maybe if she was lucky, they still had some donuts left.

J'eon the Blacksmith


J'eon frowns, but listens gravely to the long discussion on how the humans measured lengths, volume, temperature, weights. Admittedly, it was confusing at first with all the various items they had to measure with, but once he grasps the central concept, it suddenly seemed so simple.

However, they could also work their curious numbers - not just simple sums, but elaborate arrangements of numbers and symbols that frankly made his head spin! But one thing became clear to him.

"Your ship is all about the numbers, these e-qu-as-tions," the blacksmith said. "Can you work them to make yourself a new ship?"

Kat smiled as she wandered among the booths, taking in the wares and exhibits behind a pair of sunglasses.

She almost wished she'd brought her camera, but she'd need release forms if she was ever going to sell the pictures. Still, she wore her photographer's vest over a pale blouse and a pair of jeans, it was nice to have something with working pockets.

There was a splash as someone behind her went into the dunk tank, but she didn't see much when she glanced back. Kids were screaming, people talking loud, and generally everyone around her was having a fun time.

Soak it in now, Kat, she thought grimly, If the feds find you, this may be the last moment of freedom you'll have to cherish in your cell.

Still, if nothing else, she was going to get to know this town a little better before this night was through.
"Too much drunk," sighs Rizx softly, swaying on the big man's shoulder, "perhaps?"

The sleeper bomb was a surprise. Hopefully she'd get a chance to learn how it was made. There was still some chance this was a trap.

Already she could hear the guards, laughing and drinking, really enjoying it all.

"More sleep?" she asked.
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