*Guess who's back from her Samurai induced coma! Yep....

~MAUREEN~

Looking splendid as always in her white uniform and white eye patch, she has a bunch of glass hypodermics ready to vaccinate the masses against the dreaded Solanum Virus*

[MOD NOTE of MODNESS]We will be making certain that any who come for vaccines will get at least 5 ( Read more... )

[Having spent the last God-Knows-How-Long curled up on his bed and pretending the sounds of screaming and general zombie chaos outside didn't exist, the Humanoid Typhoon rouses himself long enough to stumble out into the main room of the apartment ( Read more... )

C-C'mon... this's gotta be some k-kinda joke... why's it so cold out here...?

[This blonde gunman is on his way back to Midgard, huddled up in only his shirt. And whining like a winner.]

...

Where'd all these people come from...? Did we get a lot'a new guys from the gate thing or somethin'...?

[The poor confused bastard is standing in the Midgard lobby, watching all the moving comings and goings.]

... A rabbit?  What the heck's a rabbit...?

[Standing outside in one of those rain showers, arms outstretched... and grinning like an idiot. He's been out there a while, judging from how wet he is. But he doesn't look like he'll be moving anytime soon.]

((ooc: Totally effected by the water, but that can't quite stop him from having a meteorological geekout over the rain.))

[Pacing around in his apartment, talking to himself, and to a random cat sitting on the windowledge.]

K... Kay.  This isn't so bad.  Right?  I mean.

I mean... it could be awful worse.  It's just... it's only the preacherman!  He's a good guy!  .... sometimes!  It's gonna be fine!  Just fine!

...

[Throws his arms up, wailing--the cat hisses and flees]

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*the PA screeches on to allow Elena Vahn to speak to the masses.Today is August fourth, 1952. For those of you who aren't aware, this is Rations Allocation Day. During this time, all Gate Walkers are to report to Victory Square to obtain their Rations booklets. If you do not obtain your rations book, then you will not eat. Unless you want to ( Read more... )

Veles' intercom. system switches on, as it does every week at this time, and a well-known female voice booms to the masses in her usual uninterested lilt--

"Attention Veles residents. Today is Saturday, July twenty-eighth, at 1'o'clock P.M. Our current Security Level remains 'Guarded', as well, all levels of Solanum in the area appear to be steadily ( Read more... )

*The PA system crackles on to broadcast the latest announcement. The woman on the mic does not sound pleased.*

This is Officer Elena Vahn of the Human Resources department for the city of Veles considering most of your dimwits have no clue where the hell you are. Today is Saturday, the Fourteenth of July in the year 1952. That's right. ( Read more... )