teapotshark

Infection, World's End [Closed]

Ah, yeah, sorry. I keep forgetting who he is because my characters don't know his name yet! My apologies.

Infection, World's End [Closed]

I don't know about the other characters, but Chris and Tony have no idea of that farm's existence. So unless the other characters know where it is, they'll have to stumble across it or completely miss it. We shall see!

The CatDog thing is going to become a running joke, I can feel it.

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But wait, just imagine it...

Tony turned in a slow circle, seeing nothing but the tall, thriving trees around them. He faced the twins again, and shrunk back at the thought that suddenly dawned on him. He was alone in the world... with a little CatDog.

Infection, World's End [Closed]

I've been singing the theme song for ages now. What have you done, SilverFox?

Now to wait until I have the opportunity to slip CatDog references into my posts...

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You'll have to forgive me, though, because I can't stop thinking of...

Infection, World's End [Closed]

Slightly less crude but still pretty basic map?



I wanted to help out (but also I was really bored because it's summertime but raining). I hope you don't mind I (just slightly) upgraded the map. I have a question though? Based on the size of the buildings in the town, I'm assuming the distance to the farm is roughly one mile. Is that correct?

Edit; I love Cat and Dog right now.

Single, Taken, It's Complicated [Closed]

Watching closely as the bartender constructed her favourite smoothie, Charlie fidgeted and drummed lightly on the counter with her free hand. She became painfully aware of the book in her hands – what were the other guests thinking? For a brief moment, she looked around. Most of them were younger than her, she decided, and made a mental note to inform Willow of this later. Maybe then she'd let them go home. No one here wanted to talk to a woman with a book in her hand, and Charlie wasn't sure she wanted to talk to anyone anyway. Didn't she have a painting to finish?

She allowed herself to fall back into her own world while she waited, and almost didn't hear the girl next to her speak. It was only at the second half of the girl's sentence she registered, barely stopping herself from jumping at the sound of another voice. She turned to try and figure out the first half of the question, then caught sight of the girl.

Charlie clamped her mouth shut to keep from asking if the girl was old enough to be in the bar. Don't ask it, don't ask it, don't ask it... As she stared, the girl kept talking. Something about awkward strangers, but Charlie couldn't focus with all that pink staring back at her. “So why did you come here? I mean... everyone has a reason for coming to a place like Mingle, right?” Oh, right, she was asking another question now. Realising how impolite it was not to have answered her already, Charlie cleared her throat.

“Willow dragged me here. Uh, my friend, Willow, that's... who she is.” Gesturing in the general direction of her friend, she silently thanked herself for not saying something rude or stupid about the girl's age or state of dress. The bartender, whose name badge Charlie failed to notice, placed the smoothie on the counter. Taking it, Charlie looked back at the girl. Her new habit drew her attention to the glow sticks on the girl's wrist; she tilted her head and frowned. “Aren't you a little young to care about dating?” Oh... crap.

Single, Taken, It's Complicated [Closed]

By the time she had finished her strawberry and banana smoothie – a really delicious strawberry and banana smoothie – Charlie's glowing blue bracelet felt like a shackle. A shackle that just so happened to scream, “hey, this one's a lesbian, what do you say to that”. She sunk lower into her seat and begged her book to suck her in. All hoping and praying fell short of their goal, however, and soon enough Willow wrapped her fingers around Charlie's arm and pulled her out of the booth. So it begins... Charlie thought.

They darted around the bar, Willow dragging Charlie along, and spoke to a few of the patrons. Slowly, the large room filled with more of the bar's visitors, each wearing one or more glow sticks. Despite her unspoken vow, Charlie found herself looking for the colour blue. After what felt like the ninetieth, but was more likely only the fourth guest, Willow dropped her into a seat at another table. Thank God. None of the people they spoke to appealed to her in the least. One of them wore a suit, for Christ's sake.

“Given up?” Charlie asked, giving her friend no time to respond before she added, “That's a shame. Oh well! Let's go home.”

Willow caught on to her ploy immediately – the result of knowing a person for the majority of their life. “No chance, we just have to give it time,” she said, and waved her hands as if meeting people was a piece of cake. Charlie resisted another groan. Think of the amount she'll owe you for this, Charlotte. You can make her bake you cupcakes for a month! Still scanning the bar with her beady little eyes, and tapping her chin with a manicured finger, Willow went on. “Maybe if you just unbuttoned your shirt a bit--”

“That's it, I'm getting another smoothie.” Charlie slipped off the chair and abandoned her friend in favour of the juicers. A distantly familiar self-consciousness festered in her gut as she walked through the ever growing crowd to the bar. Did she look stupid? Why did she allow herself to be dragged her in the first place? Relieved at having reached the bar, finally, she asked the bartender for another strawberry and banana smoothie – they were really good – and a notepad, if they had one.

Single, Taken, It's Complicated [Closed]

Haha, glad to see this has been getting some love while I was sleeping. I'll have another post up soon.

Infection, World's End [Closed]

I vote turning upon death, too.

Looks like we'll be seeing Maria again.