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08 January 2012 @ 01:33 am
and open for business.
here is the in-game plot post re: the move.

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Once you have been accepted into the community, you are free to begin to post as you'd like!

While you are at it, please leave a comment on this journal entry right here just letting us know what your personal DW journal is going to be so that we may keep track.

Important changes to note regarding the game:
➲ We are now accepting original characters.
➲ Your character will be assigned a wagon with other characters (detailed in the main post in the main community that links to your wagon assignments page).
➲ The notion of 'professions' has been removed. They were tricky to deal with, and a bit more confusing than we'd like. Your character is still permitted to have a profession, but it isn't going to be marked in the same way it had been.
There is a new tagging system. Characters will have two tags to their name, both in the Logs community and the Main community like so:
p: character name
t: character name

When your character is the main poster on a post, you will use the p: character name tag to tag that entry. When your character is tagging in to someone else's post, you will tag the poster's entry with t: character name to indicate that you have tagged that entry.
➲ Power dampening has been removed. That was another thing that was kind of unnecessary in the long run, and ended up more confusing than it was helpful for game development.

In addition, I attempted to make sure that every link on every entry was changed to the corresponding Dreamwidth link instead of the LiveJournal link. If you notice that any links are broken or still lead to the LiveJournal page, please drop us a line to let us know! That would be awesome, and really helpful for us to make sure that all the information stays up-to-date.

Thank you to everyone, and happy playing!
06 January 2012 @ 12:51 am
[Video flicks on to a SERIOUS looking Tomo, squinting at the camera. How serious does she look? Deadly Serious. She is even wearing a slightly blood-spattered Sheriff uniform she stole from one of the dead zombies. Which was totally okay because he was dead and she is pretty sure zombies aren't real people and don't have rights. Otherwise it would be creepy.]



Recently, I've noticed that people have been going missing. Now I don't have a list yet, but I will. Oh, I will. And you're all gonna help me with it. Right now, though, I'm looking for someone in particular. Her name is Terezi, and she's my deputy. She looks like this.

[And at that, she shows off this horrible picture. Where did she get the supplies to make it? It's a mystery!]

And if anyone else has someone missing that they want me to look for, feel free to give me a call. Or a beep. Or whatever these things do.
29 December 2011 @ 11:09 pm
[The problem with being a detective of Shinichi's level was that he got bored very easily.  And was very bad at entertaining himself.  With no cases to solve and no books to read he had eventually resorted to reciting the complete works of Sherlock Holmes.  Aloud.  Over the communicator.  Listen or try to make him stop for everyone's sanity.]

-did not seem offended. On the contrary, he put his finger-tips together, and leaned his elbows on the arms of his chair, like one who has a relish for conversation.

   "My mind," he said, "rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work give me the most abstruse cryptogram, or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. I can dispense then with artificial stimulants. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation. That is why I have chosen my own particular profession, or rather created it, for I am the only one in the world."

 "The only unofficial detective?" I said, raising my eyebrows.

28 December 2011 @ 09:00 pm
[Jack has been quiet, lately. Maybe it's to do with the fact that he's lost two team members in the last month. In any case, he's taken to wandering about whenever he has a chance to, preferring to be off by himself than socializing. Tonight, however, he finally turns on his wristwatch for once. He looks tired, most of all, and a bit at a loss of what to do with himself.]

I don't know how well any of you knew them, but Gwen Cooper and Ianto Jones have both left. In related news, I really want to shoot something, so who wants to go hunting?
19 December 2011 @ 11:32 pm
[Blues has been... content lately. Strangely so. This place... had forced his interaction with other people, but something about being around them again made him happy. Not that he would ever admit it, of course, but there was... a feeling of calm now. He's certain it won't last long -- someone who's lived like he has is rarely optimistic about such things -- so he decides to take advantage of it now.

The video opens with his typical whistle.]

I have some spare time, now that we aren't fighting zombies. If anyone's interested in learning music -- how to read sheets, write them, play an instrument -- I'd be happy to teach you.

I warn you, though. I'm not an easy teacher and you'd have to bring your own instrument to the lessons. If you accept, I'll be taking you every night for lessons without fail, unless you happen to meet up with my wagon on the trail. Remember that.
16 December 2011 @ 06:07 pm
[When the Oregon Trail became a horror movie filled with zombies, what did Maya do?

Did she help fight against them? No, she did not.

Did she help heal people who had been hurt fighting? No, she did not.

Did she do 
anything that would have been of any use to anyone? No, she did not.

So now that they've all finally managed to leave the zombies behind, Maya doesn't sit with everyone else by the campfire. She doesn't feel like she deserves it. Instead, she sits on the edge of her wagon, feeling awful and useless. She couldn't do anything when her new friends were in danger... she doesn't deserve the warmth of the fire.

Finally, she sighs and turns on her communicator, preferring to use the screen to speak to people, even though most people are only a few yards away and she could just call out to them.]

Hey, um... is there anyone here who knows how to fight who could teach me?

((ooc: Feel free to just talk to her over video and make plans, or hear/see her from the campfire or wherever and come over to talk to her. Open posts for the win!))
15 December 2011 @ 08:51 pm
[ The first thing that comes through on the video is the unhappy set of someone’s mouth mid-scowl. Then it’s angry green eyes and the entire face of one very pissed off Dean Winchester. ] All right, I get it. I’m pretty sure this film isn’t out until next year, y’get me, and I ain’t Daniel Craig. So the whole cowboys, funny space watch thing is kinda spoilery. And I don’t even get Olivia Wilde for my troubles. Anyone seein’ how this don’t add up? I mean, if you’re gonna pull my leg, least y’could offer me is the hot, naked chick, it’s only fair.

[ A heaving sigh. ] What I don’t get is what I’m doin’ here, or hell, why m’even here. If it’s Cas fuckin’ up, that’s fine, but the hell are you lot doin’ here too, that’s what I wanna know.

[ A pause. ] And man, does the smell o’ shit ever get any better?
16 December 2011 @ 05:02 am
[ Giles had been doing what he did best for the majority of ZombieCon : Oregon Edition-- fighting the good fight as best he could, keeping out of the way and saving those who needed saving. Having had a bullet removed from his arse beforehand didn't exactly work in his favour, but that's where years, decades of practice with swordsmanship came in. A gun felt unnatural in his hands, but the zombies fell just as easily to any weapon.

Zombies. Honestly. The place must just be one big virtual Hellmouth.

Then, there had been the voice. Unmistakably one of evil intent, but in a tone he just couldn't place. That more than anything is what led Giles to be sitting by the fire this night, staring into the flames with a furrowed brow. There was just too much to cover, and with no research materials, the task appeared insurmountable.

Giles heaved one deep sigh, right from the soul, and raised his tin mug of tea to his lips again. The air was fresh and the trail work was invigorating, but...things were missing. The Watcher muttered an oath under his breath, leaning back again to regard the sky. ]

What I'd give for my books now. I'm sure there's something I'm missing...
14 December 2011 @ 11:03 pm
[In a fresh snow bank not far from the caravan of wagons there is the figure of a man who looks as if he was literally just dumped in the cold slush. He's not exactly quiet about it either; yelling and carrying on like he'd been mortally wounded for the first time.]

Damn, damn, damn, damn!

[Eventually, after causing his ruckus and standing up from the awkward patches of white and green Bush sees the wagon train. He doesn't know where he is, or how he ended up here - on land - of all places. What he does know is that he's cold, wet and possibly going to starve to death or freeze first unless he relies on the kindness of strangers.

He was going to die. Guaranteed.]

14 December 2011 @ 01:50 am
[The voice over the wrist communicators is quiet, calm... almost detached.]

And they said every one to his fellow, Come and let us cast lots, that we may know for whose cause this evil is upon us. So they cast lots, and the lot fell upon Jonah.
Then said they unto him, Tell us, we pray thee, for whose cause this evil is upon us; What is thin occupation? and whence comest thou? what is they country? and of what people art thou?
And he said unto them, I am an Hebrew; and I fear the Lord, the God of heaven, which hath made the sea and the dry land.
Then were the men exceedingly afraid, and said unto him. Why hast thou done this? For the men knew that he felt from the presence of the Lord, because he had told them.
Then said they unto him, What shall we do unto thee, that the sea may be calm unto us? for the sea was wrought, and was tempestuous.
And he said unto them, Take me up, and cast me forth into the sea; so shall the sea be calm unto you: for I know that for my sake this great tempest is upon you.
Nevertheless the men rowed hard to bring it to land; but they could not: for the sea wrought and was tempestuous against them.
Wherefore they cried unto the Lord and said, We beseech thee, O Lord, we beseech thee, let us not perish for this man's life, and lay not upon us innocent blood: for thou, O Lord, hast done as it pleased thee.
So they took up Jonah, and cast him forth into the sea: and the sea ceased from her raging.

Jonah, chapter one, verses seven through fifteen.
13 December 2011 @ 08:18 pm
[The video opens up to Daryl, looking considerably less at-odds with himself than he's been.]

Figures this place'd finally throw something familiar at me when I weren't expecting it. Tch.

[He glances over to the side at the sound of a small yip, picking up what looks to be a young wolf-pup awkwardly.]

Arya, y'told me to bring me anythin' wild I found. This one was wanderin' around with the zombies, and I didn' figure it'd be right to leave it in the middle of the town now that it's got back to being normal. Managed to lift some powdered milk, but I'm not sure how useful it'll be.
13 December 2011 @ 10:14 am
[Katniss turned to look back and saw the mutations were gaining on them, and sped forward faster. As she turns her head back to face the Cornicopia, she finds herself falling of a wagon. She stands up quickly and looks wildly around her. Where was Peeta, and Cato? One was an enemy and one was important to her and she needed to know where both of them were.

She was tired of the games, so she switched on the communicator that had been strapped to her wrist. Her eyes darted as she looked at the screen. Her face is smudged with dirt and soot and there is a cut above her eye..]

Hello? My name is Katniss Everdeen. [She took a deep breath] Peeta if you can hear me please reply. To everyone who is not a mutation, please...I need to know the rules of this new Game.

[It is hard asking for any form of help. She believes she is in a new arena. She knows she is going to appear weak but she needs the information if she is going to survive. ]
12 December 2011 @ 01:56 pm
[James is sitting slumped in the wagon; he looks like he could fall asleep at any second. Saturday night had been a long night of werewolf baby sitting and he's feeling the after effects. He yawns before talking.]

It's good to be back out on the trail. What do you guys think the deal with that place was?

It was like an extended Halloween or something.
11 December 2011 @ 03:07 pm
Press SPACE BAR to do so.

With a loud, echoing creak, those looming wooden doors that had locked our weary travelers in have now opened. As if on cue, the shambling, rambling dead have almost immediately lost interest. Some of them fall in front of poised fighters without a punch being thrown or a bullet being launched; others just turn around, to slowly shuffle in the opposite direction. They re-enter those saloons, those store fronts. They go silent.

In their place, healthy, everyday shopkeepers and merchants appear -- and by appear, we mean instantly. They fade into their places as though actors in a play, almost… almost respawning, if you will. All that remained of the carnage is slowly fading, fading, gone.

In seconds, a hustle and bustle builds up and business appears to be going right on back to normal. Well, normal for these fort folks. Not normal for you, you're too smart for that. Are you?

Wagonmates and trailgoers are packing up their supplies and their wagons hastily, hopping into the fronts and backs of their vehicles for immediate departure. There's a calm, now, in the fort. A sudden calm, that is entirely too good to be trusted. Better get out while you still can. Better get back on that ol' shambly road, rickety-rocking back and forth and nursing those ever-present wounds.

A voice, scarce and hardly there but evident for each and every trailblazer rings out in their minds like that of a malevolent, unearthly entity;

"Good luck."

A laugh.

Then silence.

[Mod Note: It's back on the trail time! All of the zombies disappeared systematically and were immediately replaced by normal shopkeepers and townspeople, all whom didn't seem to notice anything occurring at all. Your characters are welcome to stay in the fort for a while longer if they so choose, but who would want to? Otherwise, they're packing up their wagons and heading back off on their adventure.

Any questions can, of course, be left on this post and will be answered as soon as possible!
10 December 2011 @ 09:23 pm
[Laura turns her video on and pans it around the piled up zombies around her]

They will not stop saying bullets.

[She will not stoop to zombie talk. As she pauses another two zombies come up saying bulleeettttts.

Laura's claws flash out and behead them before she scowls into the camera.]

They are getting annoying.
10 December 2011 @ 02:00 pm
Everyone --

I won't preface this. There's no time. Has anyone noticed a weak point? The head seems most effective but -- if there's anywhere else ---

[And the feed breaks off since he's otherwise engaged.

Those in the area will observe that Ken, having gotten frustrated hiding in the wagon or behind barricades, has ventured out to restock on food. Stealth had been his priority, but he's been cornered by some zombies and is currently wielding a shovel as a weapon. Thwack.

Still, he's just a kid. He can't defend much longer.]
07 December 2011 @ 06:19 pm

06 December 2011 @ 07:59 pm
Hah! Maybe that guy was right, these things kinda are fun to kill. I think that's just cause they're so creepy, though. Like I'm actually doing this weird little world we're in a favor, not just killing things to try and avoid becoming one. [Not like at home where you had to accept the fact that the zombies weren't undead demons of the night, but sick humans. Ah. And yeah, now that she's coming to realize that they're trapped in a computer game, she thinks this is.. well, a game. She'll be home soon, just gotta play along.]

Listen, I know it's been said a hundred times over this thing already, but if anybody needs a crash course in firing these rifles, I'm your girl. Or if you're looking to practice your 'hiding behind someone' skills, I am too. Really, I don't care, I've just seen enough people get torn apart by these kinds of things, and I'm not looking to start getting used to seeing it here.

Although they're all so slow. Usually just the fat ones were slow, at home. Wonder what that's about.

Anyway, let me know if you're heading my way. Really, If I see anything coming at me with a vacant expression I'm shooting, so make yourself known.
06 December 2011 @ 02:41 pm
{During This Mess)

[The sound of gunshots and groaning outside, along with hollaring and braying oxen have Ran on edge, as is evident with her cowering stature and trembling bottom lip.

Her voice is timid, her eyes etched in worry. She appears to be huddled in the corner of the wagon, keeping her bandaged arm against her chest.]

W-w-would someone...p-please make sure Shinichi doesn't hurt himself? H...he's in no condition to be going out there.

[She lowers her eyes, gripping onto her arms, her fingers digging into the sleeves of the men's shirt she now wore.]

I should've stopped him...but I couldn't...[Her eyes squint as her face bunches in shame.]
06 December 2011 @ 10:54 am
What's the big idea? [Impatient girly-girl anyone?]

Someone had better confess before I get angry, and it better be good. And what's with this tacky watch? Someone has a bad sense of fashion!

I'm waiting.

[She might forgive you if you're cute though.]