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(NOW CLOSED:) Marvel RE: Imagine - A Marvel Comics Roleplay

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How had life treated her? Pretty well, all things considered. She’s sure others had done better, even amongst those of them that showed up for this whole short notice reunion thing. Reunions were usually split up in ten year gaps, allowing for greater success or greater failure to be experienced in a person’s life. Not that CJ cared. She noticed, but she didn’t care. Things were getting torn down–the town was changing, so someone probably thought it was the best idea to spring it on people that a lowkey mid-way reunion was in the books. Part of her wants to talk about her life. How things were going upward. But really, she doesn’t want to hear how well Ivory or anybody’s lives had been. She doesn’t get the chance either. Before she can utter a one-note response Jack starts talking. Hanna screams again. Ivory uses big words and everyone heads back to the table. CJ takes her food and another drink, sighs, and follows suit. Lucas mentions that they aren’t sure if the shitty reunion is supposed to be just a night of drinking. Hanna mentions she forgot about something. Then there’s a toast and everyone starts raising their glasses like it's a big old movie, she would’ve laughed but she has a mouthful of burger. She mockingly raises her glass as she swallows her food. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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Marvel - Re: Imagined

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I don’t see any of you sluts using the Yearbook header on the sheets tab yet

@Salsa Verde

Haven't got mine yet.

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It is a sly barb. CJ notices it, but she doesn’t take any mind over it. She takes another drink, “At least you still have your sense of humor. Guess that’s what keeps you alive.” As much as CJ wants to keep throwing residual snark back at Jack to see how she would continue to struggle, another voice hits the air–Ivory’s. CJ guesses that she’s either getting a drink herself or she wants to make sure CJ doesn’t chase Jack right out of the bar. And boy did CJ want to. She asks how they were holding up. A weird question. Ivory isn’t blind and neither Anni or Jack are subtle. It wasn’t 1:1 like how it was in high school, but it seemed CJ could still get people to react, sometimes even by just existing in a space. She did that in the scene in Portland, too. If anybody expected her to have changed, well, it wouldn’t take long to show them that she had gotten much much worse. “Waiting for my food while Jack’s holding off on an anxiety attack.” CJ remarks, glibly, as she turns to look at Ivory if only for a minute with drink in hand. After slamming the rest of it, she turns back to look toward the bar staff as she slides her glass for a refill. “Unless you mean, like, in general.” ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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Gowi's Testing Place!

My Hider

A Z O M B I E S U R V I V A L RP
A Z O M B I E S U R V I V A L RP

This is NOT happening.

Objectively speaking here, as the most accomplished person at Stockbridge High, the entire prospect of ‘zombie apocalypse’ is nigh impossible. It’s fiction. Allegories for society, politics, public health, and the distrust between people in general. It’s not real. It can’t be real. I wish it wasn’t real. But it is.

I should’ve known it was bad when the teachers told us we weren’t going home two weeks ago. That CDC had flagged our homes as host to a dangerous pathogen that needed to be rooted out. Our rights went out the window from there and the school went into super lockdown–the state of emergency that investors and the school board signed off on when the point of discussion about school shooters came up. Turns out, a school shooter would be a good distraction right about now.

Not that they would do much against the entire 9th Grade Class being infected.

We were in the auditorium when it became clear that somehow, that sickness the CDC was worried about decided not to be outside anymore. I’ve never seen someone die before, let alone seen a half-a-dozen 9th graders turn into feral animals in a snap. Mr. Toolsey was an idiot and nobody (and I mean nobody) liked him, but nobody deserves to go out like that. After seeing all of that? Well, everyone ran. The infected got who they got and I’m still thinking about all of the teachers that followed in Mr. Toolsey’s example and those that didn’t try to protect any of us. Hard to blame anyone in a state of emergency, but now I know Mr. Jeffries is willing to throw us on the floor to save his own skin.

Not that I did much better. I found the first classroom to hide in and didn’t look back. A small handful of students are here with me and I can’t even fathom what we are all going to do.

All I know is we have to find a way to reverse the lockdown and get out of here. Even if the world is fucked, I’d rather be out there than stuck in here.
_{- Hera González-Jones}

For the last three decades, the Stockbridge Academy for Higher Learning & the Arts has been the pride and joy of the State of Michigan.

Initially seen as just another roundabout attempt at creating another new age private school to prey upon the growing dissent toward public schooling, Stockbridge has become a name that is known nationwide despite its humble roots in the folksy suburbs of eastern Michigan.

Perhaps a lot of the school’s success has been on its investors, but the current Principal and Headmaster, William R. Nielsen, Jr., insists that the prestige comes from the success of its students and not that of its board of investors that have helped provide most of the top shelf academic facilities. A distinct athletics program has even allowed students interested in golf, football, basketball, soccer, hockey, baseball, and softball to have the opportunity to play their sport of choice and compete competitively at a state-level. A few state championships deck the trophy case at the front of the main building before the administrative offices.

As of the present date, Stockbridge provides quality education for grades six-to-twelve with various outreach programs, partnerships, and scholarships. You do not need to be “the best of the best” to get into Stockbridge. All you need is potential to show the world that the best was inside you all along. It is for this reason that the teaching staff of the multiple departments are as varied as any other. As a member of this faculty it is your responsibility to bring out the best of your students. Some notable members of this teaching staff have come from the finest universities in the world, though others are from less finer distinctions, of lesser colleges and even community ones. Imperfection can often lead to the best results.

Stockbridge’s facilities are varied, though principally based on a repurposed (and modernized!) structure near the center of the city of Alpena Heights.

As the story goes, Alpena and Alpena Heights transformed from townships to cities in the early sixties, similar to other major fixtures of the downriver area. With a population of around 13,000, The City of Alpena Heights prides itself in keeping itself down-to-earth and locally-grown. Common public areas include a fruit market, older theater (that has since been renovated into a community center), metropolitan park, and a mall. Basically, its the boring picture of the idyllic middle class.

- Shelter is a small group collaborative story focusing on a group of High School Students from Stockbridge Academy as a zombie outbreak occurs at their school at the tail-end of the Michigan Winter Season in 2023.

- In Part 1, players may create characters who are any composition of trope, class, or determination. A fourteen-year-old freshman is just as fair game as a eighteen-year-old senior. Players are encouraged to figure out how their character interacted pre-outbreak.

- The location of Alpena Heights is a fictional determination, but it is loosely based on the metro suburbs of Detroit such as Dearborn Heights, Farmington Hills, Wyandotte, Woodhaven, and Royal Oak.

- Players are expected to be productive and hold each other accountable in terms of activity. The posting expectations is two weeks to maintain activity, though communication of availability is also paramount. GMs do not play by special rules. They are expected to communicate and be active as well.

- Writing Level should be consider middle-of-the-pack Casual. Flexible, but not too time consuming. A focus on character and substance will be more important in character review than extensive composition and exposition.

- Keep drama to the minimum and keep in line with site policy. No Emmanuelle Arsan novels, please.

- Faceclaims are to be based on real actors rather than anime or artistic renditions.

- Applications in OOC in a hider. Accepted ones in CHAR without a hider.

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posting here as a physical reminder that @nodogs's next post has to be typed with a 360 controller

@Kuro

no

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“Yeah. A cheeseburger. Fries. The whole deal.” CJ spoke nonchalantly as the bar staff took her order, being sure to tell them everything. “Get me a whiskey, too. Maker’s Mark. I don’t like Jack Daniels.” The bar staff pauses as soon as CJ says the word, the blonde’s forearms pressed against the bar counter as she leans in on the top of her toes. She follows the staffer’s eyes and sees what caused the reaction. She smirks. She knows what she is doing–of course she noticed that Jack had finally slumped into the bar after her initial comment in the parking lot. While the comment was intentionally directed it was also true. She didn’t really like Jack Daniels. Even Evan Williams was better. Truthfully, CJ is surprised Jack hasn’t tucked her tail between her legs and run like she always had. But maybe people do change! Unfortunately for her, the blonde wasn’t one of those people who had changed. Besides, it was way too easy and way too fun to mess with her. “Hey,” she softly utters, as if getting the staffer’s attention back on her. She thumbs over her shoulder, in the direction of Hanna, “anyway. See the cute girl at that table? Tall as fuck? She’s picking up our tab.” The order is written down and CJ looks back over toward Jack. She slides down the bar. “Oh hey, Jackie. Didn’t see you there.” The bartender sets down her glass of Maker’s Mark and CJ takes a drink of it. “How has Delton been. Since you decided to stay and all. Thought I’d ask.” It seemed friendly enough. It probably would’ve been if not for the silent ‘was it worth it?’ tacked on. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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