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apocalypsehowcomm2022-05-16 08:09 am
- !event,
- !finale,
- !npc,
- bucky barnes (mcu),
- cornelius hickey (the terror),
- cortana (halo),
- edalyn clawthorne (owl house),
- hunter (owl house),
- kate cordello (original),
- katrina (siren),
- manji (blade of the immortal),
- zz_addison montgomery (grey's anatomy),
- zz_ade bennett (the wess'har wars),
- zz_ainsley whitly (prodigal son),
- zz_andrew jaeger (original),
- zz_beauregard lionett (critical role),
- zz_bruno madrigal (encanto),
- zz_callisto (xena: warrior princess),
- zz_donna noble (doctor who),
- zz_garner cinderbrooke (original),
- zz_george milton (of mice and men),
- zz_jeff calhoun (original),
- zz_john carter (er),
- zz_jonathan sims (tma),
- zz_luka kovač (er),
- zz_malcolm bright (prodigal son),
- zz_misty quigley (yellowjackets),
- zz_neal caffrey (white collar),
- zz_nick valentine (fallout),
- zz_orpheus (hadestown),
- zz_rye kalibash (original),
- zz_tim drake (dc comics)
Event - Appalachia: Into the Pines
Footage plays on the television as a new story comes on, showing a series of sweeping vistas, intercut with clips of wolves that have clearly been filmed at some local wildlife sanctuary. "As far as anyone knows it, the last wolf to ever freely roam the Allegheny Mountains was slain in West Virginia in 1897. Daniel Stoffer Hamrick saw to the beast's passing, and the woods in our part of the world have gone quieter ever since. Appalachia does not forget its history, though. It buries it beneath coal and flyash, debts and white powder and pills. And the blood of people taken before their time, by the mines, by the mountain, by things we don't have names for, just hurt. But Appalachia does not forget.
"This is Cindy Parsons with Channel 5, Wolf News." Footage cuts to a newscaster standing outside a gated apartment complex with FYRE's logo emblazoned on it. "As we know, our beloved Wolf Pen is home to one of the biggest FYRE worker housing complexes in Wyoming County. It is a monument to the history of our town, and this week, we'll be on the lookout for visitors from all over the country, coming to see the grand re-opening of the historic Bluestone Mine as a museum."
Footage cuts to a nondescript businessman, identified by the news footage as Carl Watts, CEO of FYRE. He's smiling blandly as he stands at a podium and gestures to the entrance of the mining tunnel behind him. "The Wolf Pen community has been a partner to us for decades now, and we knew it was finally time to give something back to all y’all. We'll have our soft opening on Monday with a full Rumble Down Under party in the old mines scheduled for June 15th. We'll have a live bluegrass concert and anticipate a huge influx of tourists to the area to help out our neighbors itching for a few more pocketbooks to tend to." A wink.
The footage returns to Cindy. "FYRE has stated that this new museum will provide an educational tool and tourist attraction for those wanting to learn about West Virginia, Wolf Pen, and the hard-working men and women who have made this beautiful part of our nation their home. Time will tell. Time is always telling when it comes to the promises of people who have used our land and our bodies to line their pocketbooks. They fill our blood and our lungs with black tar and-"
Cindy cuts out and is replaced by in-studio anchors. "Thank you, Cindy!" a blonde woman says, smile just a little strained. "I think we're all looking forward to seeing the big opening by FYRE on Sunday and that rocking good party next month. It should be a gneiss one! Now to Tim with the weather. Tim?"
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[He assumes so. He has never seen a cardinal behave that way.]
He helped save your bacon out there. He's the one that called attention to you. But if he's as new to this place as you is, you's both gonna need some friendly faces on your side. Jes' something to think about.
I ain't gonna nag you no more.
[They've finally moved out of horse fly territory. He sets his hat back in place.]
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[Flapjack cheeps some more, nuzzling against Hunter's cheek, and he absently reaches up to pet his head gently.]
I don't think you're nagging me. Any instruction you can give that will help me complete our mission here will be useful.
[He knows he doesn't have the structure of the Emperor's Coven here, and clearly the ADI's reach doesn't extend as far as the Coven.]
We don't even have a squadron of scouts to support us. That'll make stopping this apocalypse more difficult.
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Ain't gonna lie. Seems like the odds is stacked high against us. Jes' means we have to be as smart as we can about it and try not to make too many mistakes.
[He hears a truck approaching from behind and slows down, dropping to the side of the road to hold his thumb out.
It's an old guy with fewer wrinkles you'd expect. Probably a miner. He rolls down his window. "You fellers need a ride into town? Mighty hot out here today."]
Yeah.
[George lets out a sigh of relief.]
Mighty obliged.
["Hop right into the back there. I'll get ya where you're goin," he says, moving to roll the window up again and close off the brief blast of AC from the cab.
George heads to the back and opens the tailgate, climbing in and scrambling down to sit up against the cab. He takes his hat off and puts it in his lap, both hands on the brim.]
Jes' pull that tailgate back up when you get in and come set up here by me. You'll want to hang onto your friend, too. Gonna get windy. We can ride the rest a' the way in style.
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He's thinking (dwelling) on that when George starts hitchhiking and the truck rolls to a stop.
The entire exchange is utterly baffling to Hunter. He's never hitchhiked before, he's never seen a hitchhiker before, he wasn't even aware this was a thing. But here they are, George getting one of those vehicles to pull over just by sticking his thumb out, getting them a ride through what looks like no effort at all.
Hunter hesitates, watching George before exchanging a look with his palisman. Cars are still very, very new to him, and while he's used to mechanical transportation, these things are... different. So different.]
I, er. Is this legal? This doesn't feel legal, it feels like we're committing a crime.
[Still, apparently it's this or walking all the way back, and he's already sweating. He clips his mask to his belt before clambering up under the back, pulling the tailgate up as instructed before moving over to sit next to George. He takes Flapjack in his hands, holding the bird gently.]
Couldn't we just commandeer the vehicle? Do you know how to operate one of these things?
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[He raises his voice to be heard as the wind picks up when the truck starts moving again. He looks comfortable and relaxed. This is a very familiar place for him, even if the bed of the truck is bigger and fancier than anything he was used to at home.]
I do know how to drive, yeah. Won't be doing it today.
[He watches the scenery flash by and tips his head back, letting the warm whipping air dry his sweat. It's harder to feel the residual threat with them putting such fast distance between the dump and themselves.]
If you got your phone on you, unlock it. I'm gonna put my number in your contacts. You got a lot a' questions and catching up to do livin' here. I'm willing to do what I can to answer 'em. Jes' don't call me after 9 at night or before 6 in the mornin' unless it's an emergency. I'm a cranky sumbitch waked up out of sleep.
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Flapjack gives a little tweet, and he tries to lift the bird a bit higher so he can see the trees whipping by. It's not a bad way to travel, and the breeze is a relief compared to walking back to the hotel in the heat.]
Alright, but....
[He lets go o Flapjack, pulling his phone out of his pocket, and unlocking it before handing it over.]
That's half the day right there. You sleep that much?
[George, you weirdo.]
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[When he's not kept awake at night wracked by guilt or anxiety. Details.]
Most humans do. We don't do so good without a good night's sleep.
[He takes the phone and pulls up his contacts list, slowly and carefully typing in his name and number, saving it, and offering it back.]
How much do you usually need? I might be jealous. Could get a lot more done if I didn't have to get so much shut eye.
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He takes his phone back, looking over the number before pocketing it. He hasn't really worked out how phone numbers work, but he can figure it out later.]
I'm usually in bed after midnight and up around five. Sometimes before, if I had a busy day.
[He sounds very proud of this, but this may in fact explain the very dark bags under his eyes.]
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You feel well rested after that? Lotta energy for the day?
[The bad thing about everybody looking human out in the field is he can never be sure how accurate what he's seeing is to how they'd normally look or what any of it means.]
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Yes, of course. Unlike many of the coven scouts who like to sleep in, I get exactly enough sleep I need to do my duties.
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[He's as hard a worker as the next guy. It can't be all work all the time, or that'll burn a guy right out.]
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I do research. Or read. Or I'll do some training with my staff, to make sure I don't get rusty.
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[Does this kid come from somewhere that joyless for real?]
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I don't see why I'd want to waste my time doing something useless like dancing. I like doing things that are fun and help me improve as a person.
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[He's going to leave out the part about how it impresses the girls. The way he has been human this and human that, he doubts it would mean much.]
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Dancing can really do that much for you? You're making it sound more like exercise than a waste of time.
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[Is Hunter prepared for the magic of swing dancing? He'd better get there. He hasn't lived until he's done the Charleston.
The truck starts to slow, and George turns to look through the back window out the windshield. They're coming up on a stop sign. He raps his knuckles on the glass. Once the truck pulls to a stop, he quickly scrabbles forward to swing a leg over the tailgate and jump down to the pavement below.]
This is our stop.
[He sets his hat back on and straightens it.]
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[But he doesn't say no. George so far has been a pretty reliable authority figure in Hunter's eyes, so this is at least worth investigating.
Flapjack cheeps encouragingly as the truck slows down. Hunter will let go of the bird once they stop so he can hop back up onto his shoulder, and he'll follow George down to the ground.]
Do we pay him now? Or is that it?
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[He walks up to the driver's side and pats the truck door a couple of times in thanks, tipping his hat. The old driver gives a nod and a wave before taking off past the stop sign and onto whatever business he has for his day.]
Naw, you never pay for a hitch. In fact, don't ever let nobody see your money out in public unless you's paying at a shop or restaurant. It's a good way to get jumped.
[He gets his bearings and starts them toward the hotel.]
We'll make our reports together. It'll make more sense that way, and they'll be able to tell it was all one incident instead a' two.
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Getting jumped isn't something I'm worried about. I can defend myself.
[Very well, in fact.
He'll follow George towards the hotel, brightening up at the idea of paperwork.]
That's fine. I've written a lot of reports in my time. [Hunter please you're sixteen.] I'll make sure whatever we put together is more than adequate for ADI's needs.
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[His first line of defense will always be trying to avoid a conflict, period.]
Oh yeah? I'll let you do that, then, jes' put me in a supplement. My spelling ain't the greatest.
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I'll try to keep that in mind.
[At least he's got report writing to look forward to?]
Alright. I can spellcheck for you, if you want.
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[And when they're done, he thinks he'll take a dive into that pool out back, pinestraw and all.]
((OOC: Good wrap?))