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🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: L5 (Mess Hall)
Skills: N/A

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Alexander looked up at Thalia again after shoving a piece of food in his mouth, fighting the urge to talk with his mouth still gnawing on it like a dog or uncultured protestant he used to know. The world had perhaps ended, but table manners was not something Alexander had forgotten easily about, especially not when they for once were in the comforts of civilisation. But Alexander did give Thalia another smile, nodding at her words. True words, they were all indeed broken, not the same they used to be. Ol' mugsy didn't say anything though, just nodded and continued to eat after a while. He sure wasn't himself anymore.

The question was who 'He' was? Young Alexander rebelling against his father, Private Polawski with the big-ass radio on his back, PTSD-ridden Alex', loving husband of Judith or Alexander 'Mugsy' the survivor? Perhaps all of them at once, or none. Thalia, he thought, she probably knew him best. Now that Beatrice was gone, she had been with him the longest. Manny knew most about him, but not of him? Perhaps it was The General…did he know himself anymore?

Alexander was pleasently surprised when he looked up to find Manny standing with them, asking if he could sit and eat. Looking over to Thalia again, as if to ask her for permission, Alexander turned back to Manny as he took a sip of his drink. "I don't mind, was wondering when you'd show up. Not sure how much time we have before the big party starts, though."

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Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: L5 (Mess Hall)
Skills: N/A

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Nigel "No Visigoths in sight!" switched between eating their small dinner and looking up at Erica, waiting to learn more about the woman closest to him in that big place. He couldn't really recall knowing much about Erica, not the least about her past except for her being a cop. Nigel hadn't really asked in the first place, he was cautious like that with strangers. But now? They weren't strangers anymore, were they? Nigel was in the middle of drinking his glass of water when Erica dropped the bomb, making him raise his brows to her. "NASCAR?" Nigel asked her, putting down the glass as he continued to look at her amusingly. "Well they do look cool, nice colours and high speed. If you like watching cars going left, left, left and more left." Nigel teased Erica, letting his words hang for a moment before he playfully punched her shoulder with a "Just messing with you, Erica. It sounds fun."

People were starting to finish up their meals and leave the Mess Hall. The beach party was probably going to begin in not too long, but then again Nigel hadn't had a good sense of time for a very long time before they arrived in Camp Mexico Beach. He sure wasn't in any rush to finish, still trying to hold his hunger back. "Besides my excellent taste of mediterranean antiquity? Would it surprise you if I'm a wine-person? Or just watching a good movie after a long day at work. I really miss that. You have no idea what I'd give you if you could find a good bottle of wine out there." Nigel answered Erica, trying to show her that he wasn't just their garden-variety "Sportacus", but someone…normal, he guessed. "Or just a good hike in the woods, I guess. I grew up on a farm, so played a lot in the forrest. What about you?"

🦄 Tartarean Strands - Chapter 1: The Collision

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Robert Adler, Mahendra Huq Zalil, and Richard Barker

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Location: DTB Fade Between / DttS Fade Between / DttS Fade Between
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N/A - N/A - Deduction (Person)

DTB Fade Between

Robert was glad that Caesar was onboard with what he had asked about, meaning that at least portions of his all messed-up rational thinking still worked. The name of the book that Robert asked about, Lunillud Aleae, rang a bell when he thought back to it, remembering Adelaide uttering it way back when they still were in the sane world. Robert nodded to Caesar's mention of the dice as well, though him talking about his dead daughter…it didn't make sense, but really, nothing here made any sort of sense anymore.

"I have no idea idea, Mr. Gonzalez…Caesar, none whatsoever. Trekking through the unknown hellscapes of an unreal world is as far from insurance scams as I can possibly think." Robert quiped back to the massive Mexican man, half-listening to what the rest were saying as an idea struck him. Robert pulled out the slab of electronic gizmos that were his cellphone and tried to open it. It was a far shot, as far as he probably could have taken, but if there was a slim hope that his phone could work, or at least give him an obscure clue, he would take it.

Of course it didn't work. The phone was as dead as Robert's chances of getting a better job or getting together with the woman of his dreams, and only a restrained effort saved the phone from being thrown to the ground. His attention was quickly pulled up from his phone when he caught Mali's mention of that accursed word from earlier that day; "Juno…Why do I keep hearing about those fuckers I don't know about?" Robert said sarcastically, though something clicked once again in his mind; A piece of evidence, one of the folders from the vault. "Wait…Juno. Adelaide had a bunch of files in her vault, given to her by a friend of hers…The guy you and Zoie came to tell her died in that barn, Malo. Anyway, some of the files included people allegedly tied to Juno…But Jesus Christ, this doesn't help us anyway…"

DttS Fade Between

This was just getting better and better for Richard the "Fish out of water" Barker, just fantastic. The top hat snake-fella wasn't making it difficult for him, or anyone for that matter really, to understand which ones of the group that he liked. It was practically stamped on his forehead, or on his sleeves. While Richard was only given a brief look from their resident snake-tamer and cigar-smoker, the others got a more inclusive treatment. Richard clearly hadn't given a good first impression, but then again that had never been his intention. Richard had wanted answers, not this fascade of theatrical lines thrown out from all sides.

Richard didn't want to be liked by him, and he certainly didn't need the approval of anyone in the group, but still the reprimand he garnered from Faye somehow got to him. It must have been because of the respect he held for his 'partner'. Clearly she fitted in a whole lot better in that bizzare world that a New York detective did. "Faye…Faye, doll; if and when we get out of this little piece of Hell in one or several pieces, I'll explain to you why that's excatly what I do. Clearly you and the rest of us have bigger fish to fry right now." Richard commented to Faye in a restrained tone, clearly the words of a parent that didn't have time to explain something irrelevant to his child something right then and there. Clearly their bargaining with Mr. Voodoo was best reserved for the women of the group, not the knuckle-throwing detective or the scared-shitless Indian in the back.

Speaking of scared Indian, Mahendra slowly began to regain his composure in the back of the Fellowship Pluss Two. The snake continued to frighten Mahendra, its eyes and slithering tongue sender shivers upon shivers down his usually upright spine, the shivers themselves sending out daggers that struck somewhere nearly as deep; His pride. In the company of a mostly female-group, the only one to show fear was Mahendra. Shameful, oh it was shameful indeed! Was it only he who found the snake as disturbing as he did, or had his proper and good character weakened such after their descent into the underground and the darkness now surrounding them?

Mahendra took a deep breath, perhaps the deepest one he could remember having ever taken, trying to fill the fear-ridden vacume of his pride with air as he began to stand up again. He had to fight his fears, or in the least not project his fears to his outward appearance. Looking at the others in front of him, he tried to mimic their postures to the best of his abilities, immitating their confidence and lack of visible fears. He was good at that, taking onto himself the behaviours of others around him to better fit in. Mahendra was still very much afraid in the presence of the slithering, slick, seriously savage snake before them, but standing up straight and not visible shaking in fear, at least could begin to listen to what the others were actually offering the strange man.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: L5 (Mess Hall)
Skills: N/A

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Alexander guessed that Thalia was not used to this kind of talk, the way his fellow amputee looked at him a quizzical face. Alexander hadn't really been the type to talk about his wife or what she would have liked, not after what happened on the island when the world first ended. After she…Judith, was no more. He would have liked to say that something changed in himself that day Judith died, but in reality, Alexander didn't change; the world around him. Judith was the element that had brought order to his life, a shining beacon to guide him through the mist. But without her, he once again became the young man who came home from the war, without anyone.

It probably didn't help that Thalia was not the person he'd spoken with about his life and past. That honour went out to Manny, but tonight Alexander wanted to say those words. Alexander pulled the side of his mouth to a smile, nodding gently to Thalia talking back. "Me too, me too, Angel. She was patient, yes, ever since '75. She saw the good in everyone, even a broken Vet." Alexander continued, letting the ending words flow away as Thalia began eating. He began to eat as well, sitting in silence and enjoying the light meal and the silent company of Thalia. His friend, almost like when they first met. From a snowy street, a tank and a hot cup of cocoa, things had changed. Some for the good, not all, but some. And for that, Alexander was grateful. He had kept moving forward, leaving his past behind him, and come out better on the other side.

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Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: L5 (Mess Hall)
Skills: N/A

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Nigel wached as Erica shook her head and gestured for him to sit down next to her, glad that she had not rejected him even after having spent so much time together. Some people didn't like that, too much company. Maybe Nigel was that kind of person, the one who enjoyed spending an evening with a good friend but not the whole week. Growing up on a farm in the middle of nowhere, maybe the lack of neighbours made Nigel that way. Erica certainly fell into the category of a "Good friend", and so far Nigel didn't mind her company either. Would the good time keep rolling, or was the cracks yet to reveal themselves?

"Well, thanks for listening regardless. Not used to people like you who like that." Nigel thanked Erica as he sat down beside her, smiling at her before also looking around the room. Hank and Wayne were their usual selves, not caring. Perhaps it was that attitude that made them sit with the higher-ups of the Camp on their first night of freedom, while Nigel stuck by his usual partner. Nigel turned to look back at Erica, before he began to eat a very, very good meal. "Some time I'd like to hear you talk too. About something you like a lot. I much better prefer dialouges over monolouges." Nigel continued, before finally turning quiet and enjoying the light meal of the night. Since they would be eating more a the beach party, he'd limit himself as best he could, which was harder than you'd think; a week in quarantine and a relative ambundance of food worn down the tolerance to hunger faster than he expected. But life was good for once, and it showed in Nigel and his smile.

🦄 Tartarean Strands - Chapter 1: The Collision

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Robert Adler, Mahendra Huq Zalil, and Richard Barker

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Location: DTB Fade Between / DttS Fade Between / DttS Fade Between
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N/A - N/A - N/A

DTB Fade Between

As they moved on forward to wherever Kyra and her Lord of the Rings' sized wolf were leading them, Robert was trying to not think too hard on what was going on. Oh he wanted an answer to what the Devil was going on, several answers in fact, but the more he thought about all of this, he could only come to one conclusion; If they weren't all dead, had he gone mad? Had something happened while he slept in Adelaide's car? Had she crashed, he survived in a coma and now living through all of this as a vegatable in Hell?

It certainly wasn't a relief to hear Kyra's reply to him. The wolf…wasn't that big? Okay, just what kind of mad scientist-bred wolves existed in this place? Robert shuddered at the thought of having an ever massiver wolf chasing him, when Caesar called out to him. Robert turned to face him, his face drawing a blank at first when he was asked if Adelaide has found out anything for him? Oh yeah, right, the big scene back at her book store. "What, the connection between the murders of her ex-husband, your…daughter…and Juno? Not sure. We found out a few things down in the vault, more pertinent to our own investigation really…like the book that was stolen from Adelaide." Robert began to explain, sticking closer to Caesar as he tried to think back to what they actually discovered. "I hate to sound crazy, but…oh fuck it, the book was about the Greek Underworld and whatnot. And if this doesn't feel like that, then I don't know what does…Connected? Maybe, I've seen enough shit as of lately to buy a batshit-crazy connection like that."

Robert tried to remember what else they had found out. Now he didn't know if Caesar could be trusted, if anyone of them could be trusted. But hell, when in a desert Hellscape, don't act like you're in Kansas anymore. Robert continued to think hard on what else could be relevant, remembering Caesar asking about Adeliade's ex-husband who was shot by a arms-dealer, and the British lad asking about another ancient tome about magical dice, when Kyra decided to sit down…Three days? What? And clearly Mali wasn't happy about it. Robert looked at Mali explaining about her hands glowing, chimming in as he remembered; "Not just your hands, that die you threw at the shadow monster too." Robert added, turning his gaze over to Caesar. "Mr. Gonzalez, didn't your British man ask about something like that? Magical dice or something?"

DttS Fade Between

Mahendra continued to cower in fear behind the back of Mosi, his head poking up ever so slightly as the conversation of bargaining continued back and forth. The American detective had either failed in his perception of the horrible, frightening, monstrous snake-man's intentions, or his ploy had failed to fool him. Why was Mahendra surprised at this, the man had a SNAKE around his neck, this was no mere man. He was a fiend! A ghoul! An evil spirit from the Other Side that taunted them with vile threats of death! The eyes, the snake, the eyes!

Richard had to restrain himself as Carribean fella wasn't buying the Detective's profiling of him, and even throwing his own rhymes at the New Yorker who was having an already bad enough day as it was. Had he been wrong, or was the bastard a better liar than Richard had anticipated? Clearly the bargaining would be handled by Gene/Nancy/Miss talking-in-foreign-tounges and the top-hat snake man. Fine, have it their way, as Richard stepped aside to let them do the talking.

Still behind the back of Mosi, his unlikely and only source of protection against the most certainly imminent attack of the SNAKE, Mahendra tried to hide from the snake as best he could in order to not be any more scared than he already was. It was a strange way of man, come to think of it; Mahendra had handled elephants and other animals in Bengal, fought the Turks in the Middle East with death on all sides, and had travelled to a far-off land to learn the ways of the White Man. He had travelled to the lands of Egypt in search of a future, found himself in the company of the strange Fellowship, trapped beneath the desert sands and now in an alien plane. And what was he doing now? Cowering behind the back of a lady, afraid of a snake. The shame, oh the shame Mahendra felt as he remained in the back!

The New York Detective was perhaps faring better than the Bengali geologist, but only in his composure. Inside he was getting rightly pissed-off at everything. Had he been far off his assessment of the top-hat, creepy fella? He didn't think so, there was no way he was taking the pendant of Low-Key or whatever Nancy called it, just to help them. Richard had his doubts, especially when the mention of "A soul for a prize" was done. That didn't sit right with him. Even less so with the so-called actress lady re-introducing herself to him, handling him like he was a peasent to a tsar or something. Had it not been for Faye talking to him as well, he'd give her a solid piece of his mind.

Faye, even for what respect Richard had garned for her, wasn't understanding him either it seemed. Current trends and culture? An expert on the silver screen? Richard breathed heavily, his cigarette glowing red like his eyes would if they could. These people they really didn't understand, did they? With Faye slid up next to him, Richard pulled out his cigarette and leaned down to her himself. "Until those good-for-nothing upper-classs gits take the time to give a damn about my daughter, I don't have any obligation or time to boost their egos…" Richard ranted to Faye, putting the cigarette back in his mouth as he pinched of yet more ashes. This was not his forté, his best enviroment, not the New York he knew, hated, but knew how to work in. "And apparently all I am capable of is to be the butt of the joke, is that so?" Richard whispered back to Fay, though hearing his own words and feeling weak for uttering them. He wasn't a man to complain, and with all of this getting to him, perhaps he was cracking under the pressure?

Roll Request Richard

Richard Barker
Characters current location: Dtts Fade Between
Characters attempted actions: Richard would like to keep an eye on the snake-person, seeing his body language and trying to get a read on him, just in case it is needed. Just what is the deal with this guy? And the snake?
Any and all skills being used: Deduction (Person)
Why each skill is being called: Deduction (Person) to get a reading on the guy, notice the ususal signs and etc.
Desired location: Same

Roll Request Mahendra

Mahendra Huq Zalil
Characters current location: DttS Fade Between
Characters attempted actions: Mahendra would like to break free from his moment of hysterical fear of snakes, however unlikely it is to succeed. He is shameful of his behaviour, and at this point he don't know what else he can do except for hiding.
Any and all skills being used: Mime
Why each skill is being called: Mime in order to, if possible, supress his visible fears by putting onto himself the appearance of a strong-minded gentleman, eve if he's scared shitless on the inside.
Desired location: Still hiding behind Mosi

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: M6 (Outside General Housing) -> L5 (Mess Hall)
Skills: N/A

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Don't let it control him. Alexander nodded silently to Thalia's piece of advice, something he had been told many times before and yet failed to follow. Somewhat. The old veteran knew how to contain them, his emotions, most of the time. Like when they first arrived at Camp Mexico Beach. When they first got to shower. To eat. To not be afraid of having an walker asshole or Edenwipe just behind your back, ready to KIA you. Alexander could contain his feelings, yes, but they? They could control him. Like when he cried himself to sleep the first night, or whn he blacked out in the Conference room.

He could win the battles, but he could not win the war.

In his effort to once again combat the Tet-offensive of tears that came from his memories, as well as Thalia's kind words to him - of which he didn't have any words of his own to thank her with - Alexander probably wasn't paying too much attention to what was going on. All that he registered was that Thalia suggested them go and stare at the locals while they waited for dinner, and that he started moving. He probably said something to her in an acknowledging tone as he stood up, marching after her like a sleep-deprived grunt into the jungle. In all of this turmoil of his mind, one question kept popping up in Mugsy's head, as he followed Thalia to the Mess Hall;

Would Judith have liked it there? If she was still with him? Still…alive?

Alexander came back to usual self once in the Mess Hall, not helping but finding all of it as familiar as the whole camp had been; Military, or something similar to the military style of minimalism. Standing in line for their light dinner, in due to the later seafood they would enjoy at the beach part, Alexander noted the seating of the General and Gunny, alongside Wayne and Hank. At first the old veteran would have liked to sit down with the General, The Dragon as he better knew him. The old man's presence calmed the usually reserved Mugsy, but with Hank and Wayne around him, he'd prefer to stay away. Alexander made his way over to a table near the wall, seeing Thalia look for a spot. He gestured for her to come sit down with him, quietly giving a prayer to thank The Lord for his blessing, before starting to eat.

If and when Thalia would join him, Alexander would look up at her with a smile for a moment, before saying something along the lines of; "Judith would like you; My wife…She knew how to put up with people like us…"

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Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: M6 (Outside General Housing) -> L5 (Mess Hall)
Skills: N/A

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Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper, not one used to being joked about by anyone else beside his colleagues and fellow reenactors, couldn't help but smile at Erica joke about him being included on the List. Whether or not such a list existed at all, didn't matter. What mattered was that Nigel laughed with her at the joke, as he began to walk with her. "Yeah, just walking around works. It's a big enough place that we can only cover so much ground in 20 minutes. About the size of a standard Roman fort, if you care to listen to me ramble?" Nigel asked Erica, talking with her as he followed her down the street and took in all that was to see; the buildings, the sky, the atmosphere, everything.

As Erica turned to the Mess Hall, Nigel diligently followed her, not saying much as he felt he spoke to much on a regular basis. Which was odd for him, the man who had told Robert way back in the swamp to shut up, not to mention his less-than-stellar relationship with Wayne who just would not shut up. But with Erica, Nigel spoke like a commander ordering his centum of soldiers when he was with her. She was different than Wayne and Hank. A lot, lot different. Nigel followed Erica to the Mess Hall, standing in line in relative silence as he too noticed Hank and Wayne sitting with The General and Gunny. "They never fail to amuse me. That, or surprise me." Nigel told Erica, holding his tray and following Erica to the table. "Can I sit here, or do you want someone else here? I feel like I've followed you around like a dog or something."

🦄 Tartarean Strands - Chapter 1: The Collision

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Robert Adler, Mahendra Huq Zalil, and Richard Barker

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Location: DTB Fade Between / DttS Fade Between / DttS Fade Between
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N/A - N/A - Deduction (Person)

DTB Fade Between

Robert hadn't necesarrily liked Mali from the first time he met her. Hell, he had barely exchanged a word with her during her and Zoie's little visit to Adelaide's bookstore, or when they met again in Grimm. But her telling him to shut up wasn't helping in her cause, if she wanted to be liked. Not that he thought she was trying, but still. Robert gave her a brief glare, not having time to add anything to the conversation or telling her to go fuck herself, but the glare would have said enough. Clearly Kyra too had to be rude about it, telling him to walk anywhere else. Jesus, what was her fantasy-day dreaming problem?

In the very least, Robert decided to throw in a "Robert." while pointing at himself as well. Kyra, that was her name? Well he had heard funnier name before, but the rest of her and the big wolf spoke volumes that this was not normal. Robert fought off the urge to be sarcastic and tell Riley that the big wolf-lady probably didn't care, instead letting the others talk. Clearly they thought they knew better than him, so why bother? At least Caesar thought that Robert's line of thinking was good enough to ask himself as well; Could they go anywhere else?

Kyra told them to follow her, before she and the wolf walked off. Somewhere in the distance, she pointed to some rocks that stuck out of the ground. Why were they going over there? Was that the safe place they had asked for? Robert seriously had no idea, he liked only a minority of their little group now. Guess who? Robert looked for a moment at the others, before following Kyra. "So…big wolf."

DttS Fade Between

Mahendra looked over to Lauren and gave her a nod of approval, his eyes every once in a while going over their surroundings as if he slowly would begin to understand where they were from his last failure. "Indeed, Lauren, this place is not for mortals to thread without fright." Mahendra replied to her, breathing in slowly and deep like the wise men of his home did to remain calm. If there was a situation being calm was called for, this one probably was.

Richard didn't like the sound of what the other two women were telling them about more companions that vanished into thin air. Vera and Reddish were names that didn't ring any bells to him, and while he wasn't emotionally invested in any way to them, even a cold and lousy detective as him could understand. Not just how it must have been to lose them, but to witness them vanish before your very own eyes? It went against all the known laws of nature that a city-dweller such as Richard knew of. Richard looked over at Faye for a moment as she stated they probably weren't in Hell. "That's something at least. The big Mr. S down below probably won't like me down here either." Richard said flatly, puffing his cigarette as the blond bomb-shell of a woman introduced herself. "Don't think so, should I?"

So they weren't in Hell, at least not in the Christian equvalent of it, but the Greek one? Mahendra looked at Gene, or Nancy as she apparently went by now with a look of surprise. He had not learned much about the Greek world, but if they now knew where they were, possibly they could find a way out? It was progress nonetheless. Progress that dwarfed in comparison to the entrance of the new man; appearing from behind the skeleton, Mahendra watched the man make his elaborate and dramatic entrance. The man was strange, excotic but strange, speaking in theatrical phrases as he approached the Fellowship. Mahendra would have opened his mouth and asked of the trade as well, had it not been for Nancy and Mosi already questioning him.

More dire to his situation, however, was what the man carried on his shoulders. A snake. "Na…na…naga…" Mahendra stuttered through his shaking mouth, his once calm and controlled breath now changing into rapid gasps of air. Snakes. He hated snakes, he feared them. Mahendra nearly threw himself behind the protective back of Mosi, for the first time in his life cowering in fear for the thing around the man's neck. It all reminded him of when he first met George, that deadly stare from his eyes now reflected in the snake's eyes. The eyes. The EYES!

The detective took the appearance of the Caribbean man with a knock-off Austin Lane Crothers' look and a big snake around his neck. No longer were the mention of movie stars or Garden State in Richard's mind. Instead he focused in on the man, sizing him up and down as he kept Faye behind him. He didn't catch onto most of what he said, them being alive in a dead place or whatever. What caught Richard's attention was the mention of a trade. A trade, for what? A way out? "Now that would be one Hell of a lottery to win." Richard said out to no one in particular, listening to the offers made by Gene/Nancy and the woman named Mosi. A pendant?

Richard scoffed quietly, smoke coming out of his nose as he did. Looking at the man and ignoring Mahendra freaking out in the back, Richard tried to read him like any good detective could. Something…something was off, not quite right with him. Something dark. Richard took his cigarette and flicked some ash of it, not breaking eye-contact with the man as he spoke "I don't think Mr. Creep here is wanting you to pawn in your jewelry, doll. No, you want something else from us. Something that stinks." Richard informed the group, placing the cigarette back in his mouth as he straightened himself up and caressed the club in his hand. "You know, I think we'd be better off if we lay our cards on the table. What do you want from us, dago? You want us to send some to the Big Sleep? Get something for you? Come on, pal, spill the beans. We don't want to play 20 Questions all day."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: M6 (Parking Lot For X/Tram) -> Tour -> M6 (Outside General Housing)
Skills: N/A

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It was true that Alexander had been clinging onto Manny for the longest time now, and when he would think back on it in the coming days, he'd wonder why he had not spoken more with Thalia than he had. The simple answer - and perhaps the most cowardly one - was that Thalia had Beatrice. Both young, both girls, more in common and all that. But now that Beatrice was gone, Thalia had few left. Alexander would look at her as he supressed another flow of tears from escaping the bars of his eyes, glad that he made the choice to sit down with her. They had come a long way since meeting out on the winter street, hadn't they?

"A working radio station? Now that is something I'd give an arm and a leg for…" Alexander retorted back to his fellow amputee, sniffing his nose as he fought of the tears with one last push. Why had he grown worse in controlling them? His feelings? Regardless, it didn't seem Thalia cared. She probably knew, and Alexander couldn't help but respect that, giving her a chuckle and a little smile at her…what was the word, kindness? "If they're really going to put me in Communications, that might not be much of a stretch. Heard enough radio in my youth to know how to cool, you know."

Alexander looked away from Thalia for a moment, wiping his cheeks and taking a deep breath, just like Tatiana had told him earlier that week. The scenery passed them on both sides as the tour recommenced. Some of the buildings they passed were familiar, like Mechanics and Fabricrations, but most weren't. To an old veteran like Alexander, he surely would grow used to the military camp soon enough, even for us age. If Manny could, he certainly would try his best. One thing that stood out to Alexander was the mention of other settlements. Perhaps mostly that they didn't always get along, but the General trying to help them still. Yeah, it sounded like The Dragon all right, the one good NCO that cared for his men. The rest seemed standard and common sense to Alexander, who didn't say anything for the longest time until given a map of the compound and told to wait until 2000 hours. Out of instinct Alexander almost went for Manny, but he was quick to get out of the tram and head back to his place, as if he needed some time alone.

Before Alexander get off the tram him too, he looked down at the map for a moment, then up at the sky at something only he could see, then down at Thalia. It had indeed been a long time since he spoke with her, and back before and after Eden they hadn't always seen eye-to-eye. But over time they had grown to respect each other, even become friends. Perhaps their time in Camp Mexico Beach would improve that, unlikely friends. "You're a good kid, Thalia. Remember that. Don't mean to get all emotionall, but, you know what I mean." Alexander said to Thalia, botching whatever attempt he was doing and looking embarressed as he exited the tram. What to do for the next 20 minutes? Alexander walked over to the stairs and simply sat down, for the moment content with enjoying the fresh, if fucking humid air until further notice. "Thanks for sticking with me…"

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Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: M6 (Parking lot for Tram) -> Tour -> M6 (Outside General Housing)
Skills: N/A

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Nigel looked for a moment a bit flustered, trying to come up with a good answer to Erica's question of whether or not he was trying to woo her. Was he? He didn't think so, he was simply trying to show off his Roman-ess that he thought she found amusing. Nah, he wasn't trying that, just being funny to one of the few people who were friendly to him. Nigel shook his head as well as the tour began, getting comfortable in his seat. "What, me? No, nah, wouldn't know how. I'm a teacher, remember?" Nigel joked back at Erica, giving her a smile. "It will be a big place to keep watch over, they probably are happy to have more guards in the least."

As the tour commenced and they were shown the various parts of the fortified settlement that seriously needed a Latinized name as well, Nigel sometimes looked back at Erica as she continued their conversation. "You and me both. Can't even remember how long we've slept in the same room by now…waaait, does that include me?" Nigel teased Erica at her having a room without any men, laughing a little as he picked up the mention of Education, where he might end up himself. Him, a teacher once again? The end of the world didn't mean the end of learning, thank the gods! Nigel wouldn't dream of becoming a post-apocalyptic Aristotle, but you never knew.

Nigel "Hadrian" looked back and forth to his sides as they passed the various buildings of Camp Mexico Beach, knowing he would be using the map for a good solid week in the least before he started to get a grasp of his surroundings. But from the sounds of it, they wouldn't be wandering around the camp that much. Made sense. As they finished up the tour and pulled up at General Housing, Nigel accepted the given map and got off the tram. They still had time before dinner and the beach party began. Nigel looked over at Erica if and when she came off the tram as well. "Looks like we've got some time to kill. Got any plans until dinner? I might head out for a walk for a little while, need to stretch my legs. Want to join? Looks like amicus noster…I mean our friends are busy."

🦄 Tartarean Strands - Chapter 1: The Collision

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Robert Adler, Mahendra Huq Zalil, and Richard Barker

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Location: DTB Fade Between / DttS Fade Between / DttS Fade Between
Skills:N/A - Science (Geology), Science (Geography), Lore (Egyptian) - Deduction (Investigative), Alertness

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DTB Fade Between

Robert had to turn and give the blonde lady an annoyed look as she told them and the wolf lady that some murder classmate of hers was still out there, and that she wanted to get as far away as possible from them. Though Robert did not, it wasn't the woman herself that annoyed him. It was the mention of a murderer on the loose out there, as if a shadow monster and them fading out of existence wasn't already enough. It had already been a really, really shitty day, so Robert would prefer to just shoot the murderer and get it over with than having to deal with him.

That was a concern for later however, as the conversations between the various people of the group lit up again. First of was Caesar, who to Robert's little sense of pride remembered his name after having had the spat between himself and Adelaide…Where the Hell was she though? Hadn't she faded away as well? Clearly they weren't going to get any answers, it seemed, as Caesar seconded Robert's fear that they were dead. "Purgatory? Great…Where's my life-insurance when I need it?"

Robert turned back to the wolf-lady straight out of a Fantasy Convention as she answered her question. Sort of. The presence of a huge wolf, possibly ready to devour them on the spot, kept Robert from throwing a sharp comment towards her and "strange" clothes as she herself put it, only muttering to himself something akin to "…Fine, never liked hairy hobbits after all." Then when she commented on Caesar's mention of Purgatory, something clicked in Robert's mind. Something, first from back in Adelaide's book store, then out in the street of Grimm; First was the similarities between the thought that this was Purgatory or something, and Adelaide's stolen book about the Underworld. Second was the dice Mali had thrown at the shadow monster, and a Celestial Dice…if there was a connection, it couldn't possibly be true, could it?

Robert scratched his head with his free hand, taking in everything that was going on both around him and in his mind. "If we're going to talk, could we in the least do it somewhere other than here? This place is giving me the creeps."

DttS Fade Between

Mahendra didn't take to heart many of words and phrases Gene spoke of, his attention turned at the moment to the attempt of getting them forward. They had to move forward, move back, move somewhere to get out of this mess of cosmic propotions! Or else they would fade into oblivion or something far worse, and Nora's noble actions all in vain. Armed with Nora's notebook and all his experience from both the academic and practical world, Mahendra, tried to find the way forward. Forward, into nothing, as he couldn't make any sense of the shifting world around them. Fading. Disappearing. With the last resemblence of this world of the underground changing around him, Mahendra had to concur to Gene. "I do not know…Dear gods, show us mercy."

Richard wasn't getting any bright ideas in his head either, looking around for any signs of the monster that he was supposed to piss his pants for, according to Gene. Now the ever shifting walls and ether around them was enough to make any sane man scared shitless, if it hadn't all been too much for Richard's brain to comprehend fully. Someone might say that his mind failed to grasp the true horror of them fading away, instead telling him that "this wasn't right". Scary, yes, but not horrific. Richard looked over at Lauren as she agreed with him, puffing out a cloud of smoke from his nose, before looking over at Gene with his final words before the whole world changed. "If we ever meet that Destruere or whatever you call them, don't stop me from giving them a solid piece of my mind."

Then all was different. Silent. Dark, grey, foggy, everything and nothing. Mahendra couldn't place space or time as his eyes desperately tried to find a solid point to focus on. What to focus on when all was a black sky? Then once he finally found something to lay his eyes on, he wish he hadn't. A skeleton stood armed with a schythe, staring down at him from a black rock. For a moment Mahendra feared the worst, having been taught the concept of the Grimm Reaper from his English schoolmates in Oxford. Was this his time? Their time? His fears subsided once he saw the two familiar faces of companions not seen for a few hours, though at this point it felt like years. "Mosi, Miss Clark! You're alive! Oh, it is good to see you."

This felt like a slow walk through a dingy New York alley on a cold autumn's night, and Richard didn't feel like getting shanked that day. His whole body was tense as the darkness enveloped them, before the sound of crackling flames could be heard in the distance. Light, emanating from torches in iron cages, like in a bad production of Hamlet. The skeleton wasn't a pretty sight either, though Richard took comfort in hearing Faye state it was only a statue. "Well it certainly ain't a pretty skeleton. One hell of a way to great us, wicked indeed." Richard replied to Faye and Gene's words, finally turning to look back at his unlikely companions. Who now were added by two, sounding like fellow Americans to him. "Ah…how do you do, ladies? Richard Barker, Private Detective, and Miss Masterson, partner." Richard asked Mosi and Josephine, lifting his hand with the cigarette up to his hat and tipping it for them. Great, more women. That always was a good sign for trouble.

Mahendra had to agree with Lauren in his judgement of their location. Hell sounded like a possible answer, though he certainly wished she wasn't right. "For once I hope you are mistaken, my dear Lauren. But yes, where is Lady Munn? And Miss Kingston? Have you seen her? The Lord Major and his Corporal?" Mahendra asked Mosi and Josephine, who clearly had arrived in this location before them. Wherever this place was. Mahendra began to turn around, his eyes going over the visible areas as he pocketed Nora's notebook. If he could just figure out where they were, perhaps they had a chance of finding some answers? Again Mahendra turned to his knowledge of the academic world and all the knowledge he possessed, looking around for any signs as to where they could be. Rocks, soil and dirt, anything. And nothing came to him, just dirt and more dirt. "I am afraid I am coming short of an answer, Mosi. But yes a haze came upon us all, strange it was."

Richard on his side turned for a moment to look at Gene, Nancy or whatever she wanted to be called. He wasn't too troubled by the fact she had gone by a different name back in the tunnels, people lied like that all the time. "No, New Jersey sounds just about right to me. Less skeletons and deafening silence, but not far off." Richard commented, beginning his own little investigation into the area. Not as much where they were, but more where they should be going. Sticking around didn't seem like a good idea to him, it never did, and in his experience getting a move on was for the best. Richard started to walk around the group and their general area, puffing his cigarette as he looked around for anything that stuck out to him and his detective nose. The problem was that the fog obstructed too much of the distance, making it too hard to see where they should head. Richard didn't say anthing of it as he returned to the group, hearing the woman asking about the haze and the Indian fella answering. "Not just a haze, a smell too. Smoke. This stinks too, like a whorehouse at low tide."

🦄 Tartarean Strands - Chapter 1: The Collision

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Robert Adler

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Location: DTB Fade Between
Skills: Deduction (Person), Stamina (Mental)

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Even for his 4th Wall Breaking of telling himself to wake up, the scenery around Robert persisted, much to his annoyance. This was great, just great, now he couldn't wake up from what was fast becoming an all too real nightmare. While he didn't hurt or anything, he couldn't shake off the awful feeling that this was real indeed. Now he had no way of proving it, except getting himself killed in this nightmare or whatever people did to force themselves awake. Robert did have a gun, but even in his dreams he had never been comfortable about…you know, doing it.

Though two events in quick succession made this possible to be a dream; First was Mr. Gonzalez's incredible feat of strength, as he sprung onto his feet from being crushed under the pile of rubble. Then again, if anyone had looked like they could do that, it was Caesar. Robert looked at him for a moment, puzzled at his feat of strength but glad to see a somewhat familiar face. Perhaps. It was better than the shadow monster. "Mr…Gonzalez, was it?...God damnit, this is real, isn't it?"

The second event didn't help in the fusterclut that they were all stuck in. All four of them, five with the arrival of the lady all dressed up like she was attending one of those "CON's" kids were hyped about those days…with a wolf, the size of a small horse. Yeah, this was happening. Robert looked at her with wide eyes, no witty or sarcastic comments to throw at her as the normal-looking lady asked her some well-placed questions. Would she answer, or just call Caesar a smelling fist-fighter, before killing them? Nothing about her told Robert overtly that she was a danger to them. Then again, the horse-sized wolf was scary enough in itself. Robert scratched his head slowly, still holding his gun at his side. "What the blond girl asked, and another one; How the Hell did we get here? Did Gandalf put us here or something? 'Cause I'm starting to get real tired of all this shit happening…ma'am."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: M6 (Apartment 1C -> Back to Tram)
Skills: N/A

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Alexander wasn't aware how long he sat on his new bed, crying. Silent tears rolling down his cheeks, sobs muffled by years of experience subduing his emotional outburts and a well-placed hand over his mouth. This was the second time in a week he'd allowed his emotions to resurface after so many years of fighting his insides. It wasn't when life got hard that his defenses got overrun; it was when it had gotten better, let down his guard and seen hope, that it came washing over him. Alexander bit down on his knuckles, attempting to breath and control himself, he didn't have a lot of time before he should get back to the tram.

What would happen when…if the others saw him like this? Alexander slowly began to breath slower, his mouth no longer shaking from crying. What would Manny say? Thalia? They were his friends here, his closest ones now that Beatrice was gone. She understood him, but did they? Alexander wiped his tears, slowly getting back on his feet and making his way back to the tram and the others. He had no doubts that they cared for him, but they did understand? Or was Alexander the one who didn't understand himself anymore? He took one last, deep breath before he stepped back out into the humid Florida air, looking over to Thalia who was already back. Alexander did his best to act like nothing had happened as walked still wobbly prosthetic leg over to her and her empty seat. "Odd to have your own room again, isn't it?" Alexander began his casual talk with Thalia, ignoring his obviously reddened eyes, giving his usual friendly smile. "You know what I think? If we can find or request some ol' radio, tv or electric gizmo, we could probably fix it up and put it up in one of our rooms. What do you think?"

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Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper

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Location: Camp Mexico Beach: M6 (Apartment 3C -> Back to Tram)
Skills: N/A

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Nigel "Hadrian" didn't need much time to stick around his room and get used to it. That he could sleep or read on, if his reading wouldn't take place in yet another confined room with noise. Nigel left his returned belongings in his room, gave it one last look before he closed and locked the door behind him and returned to the tram. Some if not most of the others had returned to their formal holiday-esque tour of the settlement. They probably hadn't much else to do in their rooms like Nigel. He looked over at Atticus, the Athenian cleric watching his clock, figuring they still had a lot to see before the aforementioned beach party began. He then saw Erica sit in tram already, making his over to her and reconquering his seat from earlier with a "I came, I saw, I conquered. Something, in the very least this seat."

Nigel looked at Erica and gave her a smile back, thinking back to the slight smile she'd given him. "Well it's surely better than anywhere else we've slept. It's going to be, I don't know, fresh to have a room for ourselves. Especially away from…" Nigel said to Erica, turning to give Wayne and Hank a brief look before leaning closer to Erica as he finished. "…them. Or are you planning on highschool slumber parties with them?" Nigel chuckled, both teasing Erica and being sincere in that they had their own rooms. Sharing the common area was more than fair enough if he had a room for himself to sleep in, no farting Wayne's or anything to keep him awake. Nigel then noticed his former roommate at the tram as well, not all dressed up like a proper soldier. "Looks like Hunter's ready to give the Camp a chance. Will you get a uniform, I wonder? "