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Warhammer 40k: Enigmas of the Warp

Praise the Omnisiah! Medaira was smiling as she was pacing back and forth at one side of the room, tilting her head occasionally, making a thinking expression, mechadendrites twitching whenever she would suddenly resume moving. The techpriestess was in the process of the mythical brainstorming, a process so ancient and secret that about half the priesthood had forgotten it! Those were the hardline conservatives! The ones who had left the technology degrede and knowledge of crafting the great marvels of hte Omnisiah vanish into obscurity.

"Mm Yes~" She had a plan, now only needed the plans. Her thought process suddenly froze however as the psyker of all people came to her to ask for apparetnly a tune up or at least check up on her good old plasma pistol.

'This is new...' She thought, tilting her head innocently at the way taller woman, a servo head flying circles around them, taking photos and images for future refererences.' I usually have to PRY the things out of their twitching arms to give hte poor things a good maintenance and repair.' The tech priestess mused in her head, smiling innocently at the woman still, having fond memories of incapacitated fools who weren't taking good care of ther gear. Seems the woman earned herself some Don't Prank me points here! Good Medaira appreciated people who knew that their gear needed help! She'd ease up on the PSyker's pranks for a bit.' THUS IT'S BEEN DECIDED! Praise the OMNISIAH!' She giggled as she thought and nodded.

"I will, give it a tune up and see where the problem lies~ So is my duty~!" She practically sang with chirpy childish glee in her voice as her arms were brought forward to grasp the weapon. Her fingers twitched, face filled with glee and very wide grin, eyes lookeing at the plasma weapon like a starving man at food.

To her bad luck, the Celestian decided to bring them around for a last time and give them the free time to prepare. She prompty picked one of the rooms to leave what little luggage she carried on her and well she left her trusty Servo head to guard her base of pranking operations. The rest of the group were potential pranking rivals and enemies! She couldn't allow them free reign of her living space, thus she left it guarded." Come now, Psyker Friend! We've got plasma pistol to repair! We shall make use fo the tools that have been provided to us! Off the the Armory~!" Medaira proclaimed, removing the title of 'prank victim' from the woman for the time being, until the Don't Prank me Points are used up.

Medaira moved with glee as she rushed into the Armory with a wide childishly innocent grin on her face. WEAPONS! Sure she liked the vehicles, but weapons were good and she was to repair a misbehaving plasma pistol! Was it being possessed!? Was it... EVIL!? Maybe it was a prankster gun, that would explain everything as it's Machine Spirit was pranking it's user. She could understand such logic, but she had to confirm it wasn't dangerous to everybody involved first. Now that seh was in the Armory, she did a rare thing for techpriests and removed her hood, letting her gray hair fall free as she looked with her big expecting eyes at the tall psyker, arms reaching out expectingly, waiting for the weapon to be handed over like it was a precious treasure." I will make it work~! BETTER~!" She chirped happily, already wondering why stop at violet glow when you could have it glow in a rainbow colors! Raibow colors were better! Not as much as gold, but gold color glow pasma weapons, she felt were best suited to be developped and delivered to Terra!

Riv's RP dreams!

BUMP! *hits the wall with a hammer*

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Amelia Payne Location:General Housing(X)(Condo 14B) Skills: N/A

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They had a good time talking to each other after reuniting for the day. Both had a lot of regular day excitement happening in the span of a single workday it seems. Who would have guessed a regular schedule and day to day civilized affairs could be such an exciting talk!? Though to be fair after so long a time in the ‘wild’ with walkers everywhere and no civilization at all, even the most mundane things would become exciting and enjoyable. For example Amelia eagerly retold the happenings at Supply and the paperwork funnily enough and was more than happy to hear about Riley’s day.

Amelia retold everything to Riley, even the invitation by the older ladies back at Supply to come play Gin Rummy with them by the Chapel after dinner. She got a few chuckles and smiles when she added Nikki’s explanations on the matter. All in all talking with her lover was a very enjoyable experience.

In the end the two of them decided to take a walk around town, go down by the beach. She would have loved to take up on the invitation, but as she had also stated earlier, it wouldn’t be for tonight. Maybe tomorrow, she was already feeling tired after everything that happened. It’d take a couple of days to get used to the life here. They decided to go and play with them tomorrow if they would be gathering again and if not, the next time they would be. For tonight, she just wanted to enjoy the time with Riley. On an improvised date to the beach. Not even getting to the water or anything, just go there to watch the night’s sky, the darkness of the ocean, maybe heard the sound of waves. They will have more than enough chances to enjoy the rest of the things the town had to offer, but first and most important, she wanted a date.

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Lisa Mason Location: General Housing(X)(Apartment 6B) Skills: N/a

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Showers, the invention that probably changed the world! Maybe… probably, hey at least Lisa’s world was changed right about now. As soon as she felt the water running, all the fatigue and stress left her body. A nice refreshing shower at the end of the day did wonders for her state of mind. So she enjoyed it like the gift it was. In fact she just stood there enjoying the water before she went to deal with the dirt in her hear.

She had just about gotten a comical amount of foamy bubbles when she heard the knock even through the sound of running water. Ohh Nikki had gotten home and was taking doggo out for a walkie.” GOT IT!” She replied with a smile returning to her bath. She did snicker how the girl had called the dog a rather peculiar name instead – god. Welp she always thought the cats were the ones with god complex? Ehh whatever.

Finishing the shower after she was certain she had gotten as clean as possible, she went back to her room, got dry, dressed up and tossed herself on her bed, laying down. Lisa was now facing a rather great problem. She had no idea what to do with the rest of the day! There were many things to be done, but she wasn’t sure which to go with. Of course there was always the most stable option of just calling it a night and relax at home.” Alternatively… I could go for a walk by the beach... or maybe just relax and do some people watching.” She thought aloud, swinging a leg back and forth off the side of the bed. In the end she decided to just rest easy tonight and go out to have fun tomorrow. Maybe she shout now figure out some details for her idea pitch for the walk...mouse trap competition. It would certainly make the idea better received by the people at Administration. And wording it right and running it by a few of the departments first might be bonus points. After all getting children interested in engineers and mechanics with such games would be a good thing. As for the adults, they’d likely have fun as well.

“Mm this will be good.” Lisa mused as she stood up to find something to write on. There were ideas to write! She couldn’t wait for Nikki to return and check on her for any possible ideas she might have to add as well. More perspectives were good to have and Nikki was certain to throw a great unexpected idea or two.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Amelia Payne Location:Mess Hall (C) ->General Housing(X)(Condo 14B) Skills: N/A

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Amelia looked at Rosie with a surprised expression.” Wow.” she mumbled, hearing the fact that they had a lot of gaming books and comics. Well raiding a game store certainly was not something many would put on their priorities in the early days of the apocalypse. She supposed it was one of those things that only got important once you had a good place fortified to settle down.” I’m happy to hear it. Do enjoy reading a lot no matter what style it is.” She smiled. She loved reading, having a lot of gaming books and comics to read would be nice, even if she didn’t quite enjoy comics as much as a good book. Still comics had a very different feel from books and she could appreciate that.

Finally after finishing the last bit of her orange, Amelia arranged her plates on the tray.” I’m going to head off now. Thank you all for the nice time.” She said quietly towards Rosie, Nigel and Manny. Before turning back to Rosie.” I will be sure to check the library later. Have a great night you all.” She added and stood up, heading over and dropping her tray where she should and tossing the orange peels into a bin, before heading out of the Mess Hall in a very hurried step. She wanted to get home. She didn’t spot Riley at the hall so she hoped to catch her at home.

She nearly ran the entire distance to their condo. In hurry she opened the door and entered, eyes looking around for her lover. And sure enough she found her, bringing a huge smile on her face as she hurried to hug her. It’s been a long day, even after the visit to the graveyard. They had a lot to talk about.” So should I tell you about my day first or would you want the honors?” Amelia asked with a happy smile, leaning into the other woman. They had a lot to talk about indeed. The first proper day at this place. And she had to remember to also tell Riley about the invitation from the ladies at Supply to their game too. Well the day wasn’t quite over with still, there was time for some excitement and joy to be had.

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Lisa Mason Location: General Housing(X)(M6)->General Housing(X)(Apartment 6B) Skills: N/a

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Lisa stretched her arms as she walked into the building and heading towards the place she shared with Nikki and now Izi. The doggo could be a welcomed addition. Though if it was going to stay with them longer term, they’d have to get a few things done, like learning who might have problems with her and also confirm the walkies areas and time tables. Yeah… taking care of a pet was a hard work. Made her wonder if Nikki had already done that, but well only time would tell. Likely in the upcoming few days.

Reaching her front door, she casually reached, pulling the note left on the door by her energetic roomie and gave it a quick look over. Doggo in Nikki’s room, walkies after 7.” Mhm… good.” She smiled, folding the piece of paper as she pulled her key and unlocked the door, getting inside and closing it behind herself. As soon as she found herself inside, there were a few barks coming from the younger girl’s room and with a smile Lisa walked over to open the door and let the poor thing out from there. Izi probably got the crazies from staying in that room until now. At least with two rooms it has some variety.

With the dog free and exploring their place until it decided the couch was the most comfortable place, Lisa looked at Izi amused for a while before checking the time. There was still time until walkies, so she was free on that for the time being.” Alright, girl. Stay good while I go get a bath. I feel dirty. Literally.” She mused to herself and talking softly to the dog with a bad pun, before walking to her room, getting a towel and then heading to the bathroom. She was not going to bed with dirt in her hair. No way in hell.

Warhammer 40k: Enigmas of the Warp

"Thank you very much. An act this fine deserves to not fall under the Prank Victim designation~, so thank you Celestian." Medaira replied with a smile when the woman confirmed she'd make her a coffee after all. In the group considering so far the only non prank victim was their own glorious leader, who admittedly could use some additional modified servo heads like her own to fly about and creep people out. Now the second Celestian also made it into the no prank list via virtue of lucky coffee break." And I've got to compliment you for the fine brewing skills." She mentioned in the end as her servo head flew away to hover around Stukov for some reason.

With the drink in place in a rather theme fitting cup, she took a good sip from it before starting to eat her portion of the food in well mannered small bites. Now the quesiton may rise about why Medaira was using good polite almost noble like manners? Well how can you prank the hell out of people if they only can take you as a brutish no mannered savage!? Sometimes the best pranks were best laid slow upon unsuspecting victims. Besides knowing how to handle proper table manners was always a plus.

She gave a nod of acknowledgement and a hum when they were told the arrangements. With a slow sipping of her coffe, she thought about it. So they'd get their room and a few hours to probably rest and prepare for the upcoming mission." Ohh, that's fine just enough of time to rest a bit and unpack, decorate and clean. I assume we can make... small rearrangements to the interiors of the room within reason?" She let out a happy chuckle as her servo head flew over with a chirpy sound making energetic rounds above her.

Needless to say there were a few possible upgrades that could be put in the room without her even seeing it. Bunkbeds for one... one could always use a bunkbead. Same with extra towels. However she most importantly needed to set up her own workshop corner. Without one how was she supposed to do her duties? Granted she could always make use of the place where the ship landed since there were bound to be ample tools avaible in that area, however that was public space and she couldn't exactly proceed with classified pranking operations there. But she supposed she should use that space for the usual repair and maintenance duties for her own and the group's gear. She had to maintain good security on some things she could make or use.' Bloody conservatives!'.

Medaira wondered if people here wanted to customize their weapons... or attach stuff to them. It was quite the rage in some circles, though usually just with adding more holy seals and sanctified nick nacks. Admittedly sanctified nick nacks made for great sharpnell." Maybe I should find somebody to bless a crate of screws, nuts and bolts... yeah... hmmm" She mumbled and went into thinking expression, ignoring Stukov's possible question as of how this place came to be. She liked it here anyways. It was different and in a good way. They could use more of these places, would be excellent place to hide tech. Probably the reason Necrons liked to chill in tombs. She then proceeded to down the rest of her coffe in a weirdly polite manner before standing up and walking to the side. She had plans to make while the others were finishing their meal! Time was of the essense! Sanctified shrapnel bombs were of utmost priority!

Final Fantasy 7 Redone

Naisha Alexandros

Naisha nearly got an eye twitch when the woman had the gall to demand a shower." Are you fucking se..." She started to growl out when suddenly she stopped and looked at the other woman with extremely critically evaluating stare. After a solid 10 seconds and a few sniffs in the air, her eyes narrowed." Well... I suppose you do need one... you aren't expecting me to invite a complete stranger, that works for a dubious company that's well known for making people disappear, into my home right? Even if you are low level consultant..." She had a mixture of condescention and sarcasm in her voice. Seeing how she saw the woman get up close with teh junk for cover and the like earlier. Naisha was taking cover too, but she never left the comfort of her chair so she practically never pressed herself agasint anything and nor was she active enough to sweat too much from active combat." You can probably get a shower in one of the public ones... there are a few around the place if you need one so much. After all not every of the squalid homes we have here have their own baths."

Her eyebrow rose as Naomi took to walking backwards so she can talk at her face on while they were leaving the Junkyard." You really should look at your feet when you walk, you know?" Naisha asked, staring at quite a few things that could trip the stupid agent when she was acting like this. How was she on the field was a mystery to Naisha. Unless... her apparnt way of acting was a cover! Nai's nerves steeled once more. She should be careful! Yes, very careful even with supposedly stupid people. Actually especially with those, it took one slip up to go and die or get captured by Shinra. The later was obviously the worst option of the two.

"So you went ahead and questioned that woman?" She asked with a frown." Yeah Scarlet's a... I would call her a bitch, but that would just be an affront to the dogs. Just look at her attitude anytime she shows on tv..." She growled, Nai was very familiar with the executives of Shinra. After Hojo, that woman was second biggest target, followed by Rufus and then the others down the chain of command." Well if you are just an errant girl, better for you in the long run. You won't have to face the moral questions involved with creating thigns like that and what they would do to all the innocent people caught in the area when they get out of control. Like it ALMOST happaned here." She quipped.

"As for what I'm doing here, nothing too much. I'm junkyard diving for parts obviously." She replied raising the bag where she had the different electronics and circuits in." Getting parts here in the slums is a hard thing and especially so for good prices. I'm a repairman...err... repairwoman. I repair mostly electronics like TVs, computers and occasionally a phone or a pad of one variety or another. And the occasionally stuff like cars and the like when times are thought and I'm in better health at the time. A girl gotta earn her own bread when she has to and I can't exactly find other reasonable work with a body like mine." She replied simply. There was no point in hiding that as a simple digging around would likely point her out as someone who repairs stuff." Things here are without owners so we are more or less free to get whatever part you need as long as you can actually keep yourself alive until you leave with it. It's the main way we can actually maintain stuff like TVs, monitors, computers and other electronics running without the danger of going into heavy debt because the new parts or machines cost too much."

As they were leaving the junkyard, she noted a cargo heli coming to the place, likely to pack up the sweeper. She narrowed her eyes at the sight, tossing a look at Naomi. For the briefest of moments, she considered her possibilities, before continuing her way towards her neighborhood. She'd lose this woman somewhere in the crowds there. had no plans on leading her to her home honestly. Though it wouldn't be a science to find her, she'd just have to ask some of the people around to point her at the wheelchair girl with the drones and she'd likely be pointed out right away. In any case, she was letting the sweeper go. She did not have enough control over it to try to grab it. She barely had access to it's most outer functions that were negletcted. Chances on breaking through to it with her phone only were minimal. Maybe if she could get home fast enough to use her computer to do so, but she doubted she'd have the time. Shinra would likely bring the thing to a well defended location for dismantle or whatever and she wasn't sure she'd be able to access it then. What's more she had another reason not to attempt to do so. The weakness she exploited to access the system. using it once to stop the thing was more than enough. She could only hope they don't figure out the reason the system caved so fast to the outer layer and patch it. If this potential weakpoint remained, she'd be able to make use of it at a later date.

"Hmm not the best haul, but not hte worst." She mumbled to herself, checking her spoils. She actually got great parts this time around. She could make use of all the circuits adn other electronics, but not many were for the jobs, most would go for personal projects instead, so while hse had a good few finds, it wasn't anything to talk about on the maintaining herself alive and well taken care of. " So... how long are you going to hang around with me. I'm not giving you acces to my showers... I can bring you to one of the public baths if you desire it so much and don't know where to find one? I'm personally thinking of grabbing lunch and heading home eventually to rest down in peace and quiet. Had enough excitement for a few weeks today alreayd."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Amelia Payne Location:Mess Hall (C) Skills: N/A

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Amelia kind of understood what Nigel meant with his words about the guy with the dog. However she wasn’t going to get even close to that affair. It wasn’t her problem even if she didn’t have that innate unreasonable dislike for him. In the end it was sort of his own problem that led him to jail and impending trial. She didn’t think they would outright kill him, But she suspected now he might end up leaving this place.

“Yeah.” She then nodded to Rosie who confirmed her suggestion for them to join. It was actually a good plan and she was already planning on getting involved, though she was probably going to leave it off mostly for the next week. Amelia wanted a couple of days to get into the swing of things around the camp and well to reread up on the game. It’s been long years since she last even saw a player’s manual or a handbook of any kind.” I will brush up on my D&D knowledge first… read a bit in the library and the like. I want to get used to the place before I commit.” Amelia said calmly to Rosie. She really wanted to join though, so she was going to if they allow her.

She turned back to Manny and nodded to him.” There’s a schedule, one that shows when dogs are being taken for walks and where. So I should be able to avoid those...like the plague.” She mumbled the end of the statement as she ate some more of her orange. Without that schedule, she wouldn't really feel comfortable stepping outside unarmed, knowing the hell beasts that could wander out there. Granted she still didn't feel completely comfortable unarmed, but small mercies and baby steps.

Her expression froze for a moment as Manny got into telling his story. Yeah that wasn’t a nice story, getting stabbed for helping somebody, but she understood the woman. She had her own scars to show for similar reasons like that woman. Granted she was never captured, but she was close, maybe she would have died instead, she couldn’t know. The scars are the proof of her escape. It was nice to hear that woman survived the surgery and eventually got better though. With that story being told in relation to … Hunter. ‘Ohh yeah, he’s name was Hunter’. She recalled. Anyways, apparently he was hoping that Hunter gets through this without issues. Well it wasn’t a bad wish, she didn’t want the guy dead either. It would go down to how rules were upheld here and the apparent results of a court martial… a trial. Amelia felt the very idea of a trial weird in the apocalypse. Another sign of normalcy in the middle of the madness that was the world.

Thinking on other things, she realized that she should meet up with Riley, who might even be already home. Maybe she should too head off.

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Lisa Mason Location: Outside of Mess Hall(C)→ General Housing(X)(M6) Skills: N/a

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With her goodbye told to all that she had to and once outside, she took in a deep breath, stuffing the last bits of the Orange inside her mouth as she started walking down the street. Housing wasn’t far at all from the Mess Hall so she’d be back home really really soon. The temperatures had pulled down enough in comparison to earlier. Crossing the street and heading down to the apartments, she thought on the day, running her fingers through her hair, feeling the scratching sensation from the dirt that was grinding with her movement.

“No fuck hunts with dusty head.” She mused with a brisk pace and light step. Since she had a rather good day and was in a rather good mood, she didn’t let the planter event weight on her too much. Her thought on the possible puns she could have said back then made her smile. Maybe she should use bad puns more often. Surely she’d annoying half the people around camp while the other half would pretend likely to have not have heard her. It would be amusing, not quite as much as watching people do stupid shit, but amusing non the less.

There was also the issue raised by DoLittle on the traps. That actually wasn’t a bad idea, something more Mousetrap-y. It WOULD be a good starting point to garner attention and interest and it wouldn’t be a bad way for the younger kids around camp to get interested in simple mechanics and logic problems. She shook her head, remind herself that she shouldn’t rush this. Just pull a mousetrap first as DoLittle said, make people have fun, possibly interested and then think of proceeding further. Yes that was the plan, she decided as she looked at the entrance to the building where she lived at.’ But… everything else can wait for later… I need that bath.’

Riv's RP dreams!

bump~

Warhammer 40k: Enigmas of the Warp

Medaira made a happy approving sound and a nod as she received the information about the Mechanicus' state as of late. This spoke well, as much as chaos infiltrators liked to be sneaky and infiltrating especially when dealing with the forces of the 'smart' one, in the productions there would always be traces to show up, no matter how tiny. Of course it was possible that such traces were just never made present to this governor, but it was nice to hear. It would require personal touch of an investigation by herself to confirm if the Mechanicus is operating fine, but for hte time being Medaira reasoned they could be left to the lower priority with a reminder to keep an eye out.

Her servo skull... head made a chirpy sound as they left, following their glorious leader. One of htese days she needed to get a second one done, 3's the charm and all that. On that note though, before leaving, Medaira made sure to confirm the changes to the palace's systems. In the Governor's rooms, she made it so the Air Conditionings would always be wrong. Whenever turned on, randomly it woudl select more or less than the chosen temperatures within a reasonable margin and then keep that. So he will NEVER be just right! It would always be just a tad too could or a touch too warm! 'GLORIOUS~!' Medaira thought as they were leaving. It was one of those small things in life she could enjoy. It hurt nobody and it was hell of a prank, especially given how unlikely it was to be discovered anytime soon. As Andromedai Superior had stated, they had to behave Inquisitionary.' Maintaining street cred is so hard~!' She thought and sighed inwardly as they were getting back onto the ship.

The arrival at the not so perfectly hidden hideout was rather uneventful. She almost wanted to enter into the comm systems to start playing music, but didn't. She was saving that one for later, maybe when they were in a combat scenario! That would be nice, though she looked at her servo head and made a thinking face. Did she need to use the comms when she could just use the head to play the music? It would certainly make battles more entertaining! Why weren't there specialized battle musicians to boost morale? They needed to train those guys as a specialized army!

She was pulled out of her battle musician scenario planning as the ship landed and they made their way out. Such a shame, she actually saw a lot of potential in the idea. Maybe she should try pitching it somewhere. Those thoughts aside, she let out a very happy chirp now that they were inside the base." Well secured, great structural integrity, natural defenses. I designate this great work of architecture a great thing! We need to hollow out more mountains~!" Medaira whistled as they walked, getting familiar with the place. Until they met another Celestian of lower rank than their own gloorious leader. This one made a reference to members of the retinue from times past. The mention of the Mercenary, brought Medaira's attention to the Sister of Battle. She wanted to meet the Mercenary. Maybe she was alive still, maybe eventually! She had some records and reports of the non mechanicus woman who had displayed great profficiency with doing mechanicus things and creating technological marvels! Medaira would LOVE the idea to join hands~ Ohh the miracles they could create! She felt giddy just at the thought of it.

Finally being brought to the kitchen with the enticing armoa of food in the air, Medaira smiled at the sight." This is a marvelous display of skill." She stated as she finally reached to her face with her metal arm and lightly grasped her breather like device. After a moment and a metal click, she took it off and she stored it on her robes, taking a breath of non filtered air." My gratitude and I'm not picky about food." She replied, her voice lacking the usual synthetic notes to it from whever she was speaking through the breather.

With that she finally slowly took a seat. Her sitting posture was actually rather prim and propper all things considered. She took off her hood, letting her short white hair free." I would love some coffee if possible." The techpriestess said with a smile as her servo head flew over and hovered by her shoulder, making it appear almost like she had two identical heads.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Amelia Payne Location:Mess Hall (C) Skills: N/A

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Amelia looked at Nigel, a bit confused for a moment before realizing what was what with his comment about sticking to real swords. She let out a small chuckle.” No worries. It’s confusing to listen to us probably, I’d imagine and we weren’t making the best attempts at describing the game properly to people who haven’t played..” She added, feeling just a tad bit ashamed of it.

“I will have to get more details, but I’d love to join up with a game. It’s been… I think almost too long since my last game of D&D.” Amelia quietly said, stuffing a mouthful of food into her mouth. This was bringing good memories, chatting nerdy things with people, but also those good memories were causing her to feel a certain unpleasant sensation. The one of the loss of that life. She had accepted their new lot in this world, but it still felt bittersweet to remember those moments of the past. She snapped back to attention when she was told to go to the library at lunch.” Alright, will do in the upcoming few days… maybe a week. I still getting used to everything here.”

“More or less… at least from what I gathered… Ohh and the dog ended up with Nikki. So… I got an unexpected encounter with the hellhound at work today when she brought it to Supply. I kinda freaked out for a moment at that point… Me and hellbeasts don’t mix well...” She mumbled at the end and started to peel her orange.” I have an easier time with lil ones… bit ones just…” Amelia didn’t finish her sentence, refusing to further on think about those creatures of evil.

Ohh what a curious turn of events.” So you are working with Lisa? I see. Glad you a good day at work.” She nodded and tilted her head a bit in a confused manner when the topic moved on to Nikki’s absence.” Ahh… well we were at the prison and she stayed behind for a little while.” She simply explained.” Will arrive before long actually. As for me, I’ve had a good day. Work’s nice and people are nice too. Auntie, Nikki, the other ladies at supply and so on. They’ve all been very kind and helped me out a lot.” She replied with happy voice and a shy smile. Now she was only looking forward to meeting up with Riley in a little while and spending the rest of the evening with her.

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Lisa Mason Location: Mess Hall(C)→Outside of Mess Hall(C) Skills: N/a

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“I’ve mentioned it in the past as well, you know I love building walker traps.” Lisa replied with a shrug.” And yes, kill of the week would be glorious, but honestly I don’t ever see General or honestly anybody down the chain of command approving of the idea. Probably would be deemed too dangerous for anybody not on a team outside the walls.” She sighed and she did understand where such arguments would come from.

“Now for a Most Creative Ways to Trap a Walker, I’d say that might gain more traction.” Lisa mused, rubbing her chin in thoughtful manner.” I mean, it wouldn’t require anybody to be put in danger really if it’s in the form of a contest with descriptions and schematics of the trap or plan they have in place. If we go with simple killing them in creative ways, I fear we’d stumble upon the dreaded safety regulations once more. So what do you think, a contest about creative walker traps? Would you participate? Maybe we’d be able to convince the higher ups to actually setup and try the winner along with some prize of some kind. And I do agree that would allow for people some more varied entertainment. That and we can also indeed compile a guide book with the better ideas.”

Lisa shrugged and peeled her orange quickly before standing up, preparing to get going.” Well I guess I will see it with my own eyes. She’s cleaning the common room though if she left the doggo there and it’s caused a mess.” She grinned at DoLittle.” See ya later, when I’m not a walking planter. May call you for hte next 'hunt'.” With a joking grin she walked over to drop off her tray and utensils, before walking out of the building, giving nods of greetings here and there, while eating her orange that she had peeled in advance.