*That tasty smell of grilled meat is in the air again. With rations being a little better off- some haggling and then a few deals made, America now stands by the grill holding in his hands a burger- one with actual bread and that might possibly be real vegetables in it. Scant as it still might be by American standards, it's more than he's ever ( Read more... )

*And so comes the question he's been wondering for months*

HOW CAN ANYONE FUNCTION AROUND HERE WITHOUT SCOTCHTAPE?!?

*Nailing things on the wall, sure, he can deal, but you can't nail labels on things, especially food items*

((OOC: Yeah, I don't even...))

*Clean up and a hectic past week have not deterred America from his earlier objectives! You'll find him outside between the two main apartments, or if you don't notice him first, maybe you'll notice the smoke! FIRE?! Well, yes, actually- but don't worry, it's controlled! Guess who's got his portable barbecue grill finally set up for a test run ( Read more... )

*CLANG CLANG CLANG- What is that racket?!? Investigation will quickly reveal the source of the noise to be from a certain blond who keeps claiming he's a country, eagerly pounding away at a large metal bowl or lid of some sorts*

Hmmm... Just about...

*He flips it over for inspection before turning it on its curved back again so he can start ( Read more... )

*On patrol again~ He's swinging around towards the general area of Tower 4*

*crackling and static for a good minute on the intercom; some talking in Russian, then someone seems to notice the intercom is on; they then quickly start speakingToday is Saturday, June 6th, 1953. Grains and breads are still unavailable, but meat rations are still doubled. All citizens are to report to their rations lines between 1000 hours and ( Read more... )

*He figures now's as good a time as any to drop by, so here's America, seeing if he can catch Hughes*

Worth a shot anyway. Heeey Hughes, you in?

*Scampering around secret underground tunnels? NEVER. Blowing up giant zombie heads with homemade explosives? NAAAAH. But here's America, reporting in with the rest of the city militia after the announcement, lalala just sidling in there don't mind him*

*Having followed the sound of the thing back out of the tunnels and into the junkyard, hacking apart some of the normal zombies in his way, Laharl has now planted himself directly in the path of the one huge zombie. His sword is out and he's grinning, apparently ignoring anyone who may have followed him in turn ( Read more... )

*The PA system crackles onGreetings, this is May 23, 1953. Rations Day. All personnel are required to meet the Rations Experts in Liberty Square between the hours of 1000 hours and 1900 hours. Personnel who do not attend will not receive rations. Personnel who do not bring their identification will also not receive rations ( Read more... )