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Post by Happy Medium on Nov 23, 2010 20:39:47 GMT -5
Sofi sat down at a metal table with little food on her tray. She was close enough to Erika for her to notice that she was there, but far enough away, at least, that she wouldn't be tempted to eavesdrop. She'd just picked up her fork before she felt someone approaching her lonely table. "Hello, Professor." she said as she lifted her, it smelled like, hash browns toward her mouth. She took a bite and gagged slightly. "Good day, Sofi. How are you doing?" Professor Markus sat down next to her with his own tray of food. Sofi smiled. "Fine. I don't recommend eating the hash browns, by the way," she put down her fork and reached for the paper cup of water. "The food isn't always the best." The tension changed between them. Professor Markus must have been smiling. "I'll take your word for it, Sofi," He pushed his tray across the table and leaned in to her ear. "I'd like you to come to the laboratory with me after lunch. There's something I want you to see." Sofi gasped and nearly dropped her cup onto her lap. "You mean...is she finished?" Professor Markus sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Not quite, she needs a few more modifications and I need to give her some more anesthetics so I can give her the pills. She's probably still too dangerous to release, but even now, at her current state, she might not be enough to shield us from the Shadowlings. This fort can't last forever, you know." Professor sighed again, and so did Sofi.
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Last Resort.
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"Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind. Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine."
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Post by Last Resort. on Dec 1, 2010 19:40:56 GMT -5
Erika finished the horrible almost not edible breakfast towards after most everyone had filed out. Few people dotted the room, not including Kaen, Erika, Sofi and Professor Markus. Erika removed her silver locket from her neck and opened the weary clasp, then gazed at the picture of her mother and father, holding Erika when she was just two years old. She swore under her breath that she would so anything she could to stop these stupid Shadowlings and whatever created them, if there was such a thing. Kaen glanced at Erika from across the table, taking her hard stare at the locket as a sign that she didn't want to be disturbed right now. He stacked their trays and placed them in the normal spot, where they did everyday. He really hoped today would be different; it seemed like they did the same thing every day, and they needed a break. At least, Erika did. "Erika, it's okay. They're in a better place now," Kaen tried to reassure her, tried to pull her hard stare away from the locket that brought back so many wonderful and painful memories. "Yeah..." Erika looked away for one second and closed the locket, then connected it around her neck once more.
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Post by klinneah on Dec 3, 2010 11:51:51 GMT -5
((Is Professor Markus an NPC, HM?))
The clock read 8:10 as Vanessa stood up, pecked her father on the cheek, and gathered their plates to put them away. Her father was slumped over in his chair, already snoring. She smiled. Her father was the only person in the world she cared about.
Avoiding eye contact with Jared, she set the plates on the counter and walked away. Somehow she didn't feel like talking to anybody. Today just wasn't her day to be social. She checked the clock as she walked out the door: 8:11.
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Last Resort.
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"Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind. Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine."
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Post by Last Resort. on Jan 24, 2011 17:07:25 GMT -5
Erika glanced out the horribly dirty window and saw the nearly vanished snow twinkle on the dry ground. She looked up from the ground and caught sight of a Shadowling. It was horrible and ugly. As she stared down the stupid creature, she thought she saw a building in the distance. Erika shook her head, then rested it on her arms, the contact of the table and her noggin echoeing through the near empty room along with the sounds of a few other people gathering supplies and packing up for a while. Kaen felt like he was unable to help her. He simply stood and stroked her hair gently.
"Kaen," Erika whispered. "Do you think that there's another fort somewhere. I mean, we're running out of room here. There's gotta be somewhere else we can go."
"I'm sure there is, Erika. C'mon. Let's take you back to your room," Kaen sighed.
Erika stood against her will and fell into Kaen slightly, making them both blush. They exited the room and traveled through the corridors, a slight breeze in their hair. His head tilted to the side at one point and rested on the top of hers. When they arrived, Kaen held the door open for the little lady and shut it gently behind them.
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Post by klinneah on Mar 18, 2012 15:47:36 GMT -5
George wandered up and down the aisles in the now-empty greenhouse, adding a bit of water here, adjusting supports there, and all the while humming absentmindedly to himself - or the plants. You couldn't really tell with George.
The tomatoes were looking absolutely terrible. Withered and yellow, the healthiest of them bore no more than a few leaves and none of them had produced fruit, despite the season. Scowling, he donned the gardening gloves tucked in his belt and began systematically ripping the plants out one by one, tossing each corpse into the composting bin. Maybe the compost was messed up, and that's why all the tomatoes were dead. But then - he paused in his work to glance at the cucumbers - everything else was growing fine.
Must have been bad soil chemistry.
He cleared out the tomatoes in little over half an hour, then moved on to the potatoes, of which he noticed (with displeasure) Jared had pulled far too many.
These people, he lamented, haven't the slightest clue how to run a greenhouse.
Then he felt guilty because that was his family.
He rummaged in the bin for the seed potatoes, breathing a sigh of relief when he found twenty that hadn't sprouted yet. He immediately set to work, cutting each eye into its own piece and setting them in pots with fresh soil.
Forty freshly planted potatoes stood in the row when he was finished.
After admiring his handiwork for a few seconds, he moved on to the cucumbers, watering here, adjusting supports there, checking under leaves for bugs (he'd have to keep an eye on the butternut squash, they'd already lost two plants to pests because of incompetent helpers) and gathering ripe fruits. He poked a loving finger into the soil near the seedlings he'd noticed yesterday, smiling that they still looked strong and healthy. One had started stretching tentatively toward the sun.
George stayed in the greenhouse until nearly two o'clock, the scheduled time for the heaters to shut off for a few hours to save a little power. The greenhouse was warm by then, and he was sweating and very dirty, so he stripped off the gloves and tool belt and closed the door behind him as he headed for a cold shower.
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By around nine o'clock breakfast was starting to wind down, most people having eaten early and headed on patrol or to their own rooms. There really wasn't much in the way of leisure, just a lot of high tensions and constant flashbacks and a little bit of resentment (those incidents were personal, though, and he thought it best not to get involved until they got not-so-personal).
The peaches were almost gone, anyway, and he figured the last of the hash browns would keep to make casserole tomorrow.
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May sat in her office, frowning.
There was absolutely no way the Warehouse could afford to feed and house everyone at this rate. Supplies were limited as it was, what with George running the greenhouse (to be fair, he was doing a better job of it than Jared had), Vincent trapped in the basement, Jared cooking, and Elsbeth pregnant. More survivors were coming in every day, some having traveled from the opposite coast (undoubtedly battling their way through hell on the way) because this was the only Hoover Dam place where there was any modicum of safety and she just didn't have the heart to turn anyone away.
Well. All that would change.
If only there was a way...
A letter on her desk, handwritten on rough recycled paper but crisply folded, caught her eye. She picked it up to read it.
My dear May, my what a long time it has been! I have a proposition for you...
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((Dun dun dunnn! So, to reiterate, there's a mandatory meeting on the first floor at three-o'clock sharp. All characters must attend! Anyone who cannot see the signs posted should be told by someone else. Any questions, please ask in the OOC thread (linked in the first page).))
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