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Current Ma! The sex roleplayers are being weird in the advanced tab again, Ma!
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Stack sats, print gats, distill vats, feed cats
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>using the phrase "normie" unironically
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4 yrs ago
They always ask me, "What the fuck are you doing!?" but never, "How the fuck you doing?"
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Oh is that all? lol

I'm down to clown in any of those settings. I've got a decent amount of Fallout lore stored in my head meats so that won't be a problem. I'd prefer to take the male role in a MxF but wouldn't mind something else. I'd love to discuss plot with you and make a real wasteland legend.
Clive right now:

Clive, or as his fake I.D. (courtesy of the lovely people of the Sunday Group's forgery department) read "Jacob D. Ferguson", spent the walk up to the luggage checking counter mentally preparing himself to be metaphorically naked on a plane full of strangers. He swallowed hard when a TSA agent with a crisp, ironed uniform and practiced customer service smile asked how she could help him.
“I’d like to check some luggage.”
“And a lot of it! Are you a musician?” she asked, gesturing to his guitar case.
“No.”
“Oh? In that case, are you carrying any hazardous materials? Fireworks, chemicals, guns, ammo--”
“Both.”
He set the rifle case and the guitar case down on the scale along with one of the duffel bags on his shoulder.
“Oh that’s no problem at all! What firearms are you declaring today?”
“Shotgun, rifle, two handguns and some blades in the duffel. Also, approximately ten and a half pounds of assorted ammunition and magazines.”
“Alright, sir we’ll take good care of all your firearms. Enjoy your flight!”
One by one the bags were checked for airline compliance and when they passed, on to the luggage belt they went. The sheer volume of firearms and ammunition he checked was a bit odd but nothing she hadn't seen before. Once the agent got to the guitar case, however, Clive instinctively held on. She gave a small tug and frowned at him.
“Sir, you can let go now.”
He continued to hold his grip on the case as she pulled harder with both hands this time, but to no effect. Clive’s iron grip held firm.
“Sir.”
He released the case all at once and the agent stumbled back a step with a scowl. Clive remained immune to her venomous glare as he watched his pride and joy disappear around a corner. His jacket and waistband felt all too light as he made his way farther into the airport.

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Clive was hopeful for a time during the boarding process that he would be alone during the flight. If he couldn’t be comfortable without his tools, he could be comfortable with the extra leg room. That hope died when a young girl who couldn’t have been much older than ten took the seat next to him. He took solace in the fact that she was wearing headphones and stared down at her cellphone while she took her seat without saying a word. At least she wouldn’t be bothering him during the trip. The thought occurred to him that she seemed rather young to be flying by herself, but that was no concern of his. He simply fished another stick of gum from his pocket to help his ears during the take off.

Having nothing else to do, Clive waited until they were comfortably in the air before producing a deck of worn playing cards from his jacket pocket and began a game of solitaire. The girl beside him took notice of the game and tugged on his jacket sleeve.
“What’re you doing?”
Clive choked back a sigh and replied, “Playing a game.”
“What game?”
“Solitaire.”
“What’s it about?”
“Matching cards.”
The girl pursed her lips and gave a small “hm”. “Sounds kinda boring.”
“It is.”
“Know any better games?”
Clive paused for a moment as he set down the card in his hand. “I do.”
“Like what?”
“Ever played poker?”
“No. My dad says gambling’s for heathens and degenerates who want to throw their money away.”
Clive couldn’t help but smile and even gave a small chuckle. “Sounds like he’s just bad at gambling. Poker’s easy if you got someone to teach you.”
He gathered up his cards off the fold out table in front of him and dealt a pair of hands quick as a whip with the cards facing up. Despite her earlier statement, the girl leaned over and regarded the cards with interest.
“Now, the first thing you gotta learn is the hand ranking system.”

Putting Clive far away from high society types was probably a good call. The whole 1,000,000 yard stare thing can make people jumpy, especially on planes.
Val and Clive

Clive approached Eleanor after the meeting to inquire about transportation and did his very best to not be visibly disgusted when she informed him they would be flying to Seattle. She mentioned something about most people not being capable of driving for 16 hours while only stopping for bathroom breaks, but he was too preoccupied with thinking about braving the horrors of the TSA. Flying meant he would have to check his tools and weapons. To say he felt naked without a firearm or blade was a bit of an understatement. He'd only used a plane for travel once before and the whole experience of disarming made him thoroughly uncomfortable and put him on edge for the entire trip. That being said, he was a professional and kept his sulking to himself.

The former Ranger decided to pack light for this expedition, only taking his bread and butter compact shotgun, an Austrian classic, and the Ol' Razzle Dazzle. He hadn't found an excuse to use 7.62x51mm in a long time, much less in semi auto, but he figured it couldn't hurt to take it and the two magazines of black tip he "found". Never know when you'll encounter a death cultist in Level IV plates. Speaking of which, the 11 pound ammo limit proved a bit difficult for him. Should he take more NATO or more slugs? More silver plated slugs or more dragon's breath? This would be so much easier if he could simply throw everything in his car and hit the road.

The downsizing added to his packing time, but he was still good to go in a matter of minutes. Clive was used to packing and leaving in a hurry All his clothes, toiletries, survival gear, and more fit into one large rucksack, a hard sided black case, and a very worn guitar case. He found the guitar case especially helpful in environments with more witnesses. With everything gathered, he set his luggage down in the lobby and occupied himself with chewing gum. More specifically, he occupied himself with snapping his gum at a gratuitous volume. The sound of cap gun going off in his mouth seemed to ease his tension somewhat as he waited for the others to finish packing.
@POOHEAD189 Which way? Which border? What/who are you bringing with you?
I'm surprised to learn that this is actually possible. I'd have thought that weapons/ammunition in general are not eligible as passenger luggage in any way. Not only because of intentional stuff but also because it would not be the first time for potentially volatile cargo to go haywire in the hold.

Sorry for my lack of knowledge...


It's actually pretty simple to fly with guns and ammunition seeing as guns don't shoot themselves and bullets don't go off if shaken around. It's not TNT.

Each gun must be unloaded, no rounds chambered, and any detachable magazines must be removed from the gun. All guns must be stored in locked, hard-sided containers. Rifle cases need 2 locks (1 for either end of the case). Ammo is limited to 11 pounds and must be .75 caliber or smaller as well as in cases specifically designed to hold ammo. No loose ammo or in magazines or clips.
After a 4 day manhunt and 2 day standoff, Clive steels himself for the final battle against Seattle PD. Witnesses say his last words were, "Come and take them you yankee doodle shit kickers!"

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