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[kairosclerosis]

AMISSA MUNDI

[Please put your character’s location in brackets at the top of your post!]

@Tallstar @rubberRatroom @ollie @Mike29 @-darkXwolf17 @Oliver @burntToast @HerbalTea

[HerbalTea]

The Motel
Lobby


Simon waited for something, leaning against the wall. (Open!)

[Myling]

[ LOCATION: THE MOTEL; HOLLOW AVENUE → THE FOODSTOCK; PENN STREET ]

Prairie Holmes

- 19 y/o, she/her.

Helmet? Check. Bullet proof vest? Check. Hockey stick weaponized with expired candy corn? Check. Bullet proof vest to go on top of the bullet proof vest? Check. Prairie's mind checked off the list as she got ready.... for... she couldn't even think about it, it was so horrible. Check. Check. Check. Then, after gathering her supplies from the closets, maaaayybbee stealing a bit from The Shopkeeper's stand, and searching the entire motel for treasures that may help her on her treacherous journey, she shoved it all into a backpack. 'Bit small if you ask me.' Prairie thought, narrowing her eyes. It would have to do. She picked herself up from her room where she was packing, and went downstairs. It suddenly occurred to her how bad of an idea this was. And as she stared outside, stood by the doorway, the rucksack on her shoulders weighed her down, inviting her to go back inside the warm, cozy motel. Her mind screeched, begged, cried for her to turn back, to be rational and hide. But she needed that food. She was HUNGY. Prairie wavered. Stomachy would be so upset if she didn't eat anything, she reminded herself with a gulp. Prairie took a deep, deep breath. And took a step outside.

The immediate shock it gave her send shivers down her spine. Like seriously! Why is it so cold? But when her nerves cooled down with the chilly temperature, she realized the cold felt...... calm? But there was no snow. BUT THEN WHY WAS IT SO COLD? Snow was so crunchy n soft! So crunchy and soft, she could write a song about it! 'Uhhhh. When... snowflake..... When its snowflaking and the sky is..... losing...... hue? And..... increasing in brightness..... the.... motel lights.... uh....reflect off the streets.... and... i'm singing this jazz..... while..... in the streets.... where the motel lights reflect.... ok. Ok so not a song writer nice to know' But maybe in one universe she wrote an absolute banger that played in the streets somehow (by an unknown force she had a deity listening to her beats let her dream ok??). She trekked through desolate streets, footsteps echoing beneath her sandals and backpack rustling behind her. Her thoughts were elsewhere though, wondering how she could stand out somehow, without being in direct attention. Only when she passed West Canine Lane did Prairie's thoughts snap. The faraway barking was the only sound that broke the silence. She shivered, and hurried onwards, knowing something far, far worse was nearing itself ahead....


And before she could stop herself, she was opening the door, and stepping into the foodstock, where her fate lied in the hands of the horrifying, petrifying TERRIFYING.....


SOCIALIZING!


She had her bulletproof vest incase they started throwing candy at her, she had her Hockey stick to whack people who threw candy at her with candy, among other preparations for the worst. "Heya! Rare seeing you 'round here, eh?" Ollie said. Prairie nodded and quickly hurried away to the aisles. 'Eggs, eggs, eggs.' She took her time finding what she needed. Prairie had tasked herself with getting groceries, an unseen con being having to most likely talk to the person who managed the foodstock.


[WIP, myling got motivation goodbye in the middle of writing this ]

[kairosclerosis]

[ THE FOODSTOCK | @Myling ]

naomi jenkins
33 - leader - she/her

Naomi was just taking a bunch of those instant ramen cups.
She then noticed Prairie in full battle attire.
“..Hi, Prai-“
At that moment, she spotted Avery trying to climb on the shelves.
Forget Prairie, what in the actual hell was her daughter doing?
“-.. Avery get down from there you’re going to hurt yourself.” She calmly warned Avery.

[olliebones]

ezra
19 ~ he/they ~ mechanic

Location: The Motel --> A Room (literally any room)

Erza opened the door, and dropped his bag the second he walked in the door. They were honestly exhausted, but he didn't feel like sleeping. So he didn't. He flopped down on the bed and pulled out a drawing pad, and began to doodle. Their mind wandered as he drew, thinking about things he needed to do. Ezra was extremely thankful it was autumn, because it was unbearably hot before. He suddenly dropped the pen and pulled down his blond hair, and pushed it out of his face. They set the hairtye down and flipped the page, deciding it was better to actually write down the stuff he intended on doing. Ezra grabbed the pen and made a numbered list. In no particular order, it was just what he was thinking of as he wrote it down. Most of it was little things that people usually didn't need to write down to remember. But whatever, didn't make a difference in his mind.

1. Go to the Foodstock
2. Fix up that truck
3. Shower.
4. Eat (you CANNOT go 4 days without eating again.)
5. See if that dog is okay and if so, gain it's trust. For yknow, a guard dog.
6. EAT.
7.Sleep


Ezra thought to himself, and nodded. He couldn't think of anything he was missing, so turned the page back over to his drawing, and continued. After about 5 or so minutes, he set down the pen and sighed.
He was still tired, but they needed to be productive. Not like they were being productive, but they made a sick ass drawing, so there was that.

open♡

[burntToast]

|[Location: The Motel; a room (the one Ezra is in)]|

≪ 〘Fabien DuPont〙 ≫
he/him | 18 | “ouais, en français”

Another lovely day, in this amazing hellhole filled with such wonderous individuals who were all so happy to be here. Yep. Totally. Fabien however, unlike majority of the people he talks too, actually enjoys this new world. Sure you have to barter to get food and “les mondes en feu”. He quite enjoyed the thrill. Much better than his basic life before this. He did miss his home though, oh douce France how he wished to be there again.

Finally he sat up and stretched, rising from the chair he had been lounging in; it was broken and ridden with holes. Something he had scavenged for and gifted to himself. It doesn't count as stealing if someone left a perfectly good couch in a house with a window that was already broken- Fabien walked out of his designated room and roamed the hallways in search of company. Any company, life was quite boring alone. His footsteps always interrupted by what sound like a heavier or more of a stomp. That was his new leg- what did they call it a prothétique??? Running blade, yeah that. He found this baby during one of the riots, no need for crutches anymore! Though he has come to believe that these types of prosthetics weren't meant for walking....oh well.

Eventually Fabien neared a door that stood slight ajar, the Frenchman took a few steps forward peering through gap into the room where he saw the mechanic sitting. Working most likely. Without announcing his presence, Fabien entered the room and peered over at what Ezra was writing. Eat, work, sleep? That was a pretty sad routine if you ask him. "You forgot to write visiting the incroyable et génial Fabien and saying bonjour" Fabien spoke teasingly letting his presence be known, a smirk plastered on his face stretching the burnt skin across the right side of his face. Still uncomfortable but something his learnt to live with. It was time for his favourite part of the day, annoying Ezra becuase he can.

translation:
- les mondes en feu = world's on fire
- oh douce France = oh sweet France
- prothétique = prosthetic
- bonjour = hello/good day
- incroyable et génial = Amaizing and awesome

Tags:
- Ezra ( @ollie )

[olliebones]

ezra
19 ~ he/they ~ mechanic

Location: The Motel --> A Room (literally any room)

Ezra was staring at his list, zoned out. Was there anything he could to at this very second besides sleeping. He wanted to do something instead of just sitting here doodling, but he had to figure out what to do. They huffed again, looking more annoyed by the second. They jerked their head up when Fabien said something to him. He wasn't sure how he didn't hear him. He scowled. "Yeah..very amazing. Is there anything I can help you with?"They asked, a tad bit sarcastically with a tilt of his head.

Fabien was a bit annoying, if you asked him. He didn't hate being around him though. Unfortunately for Ezra, they saw most of the people in their little group as decent friends, including the person looming over him, sadly.

Ezra grabbed the hairtye on the bed next to him and put their hair back up, only doing so he could do something to move. "Also, that..leg of yours is awfully irritating. I mean, hats off to you for like, darting walking around with
that, but you could have had me someone make an actual prosthetic for you?He stated, as respectfully as possible. Ezra squinted for a second at the thing on Fabien's leg before looking back up.

[ @burntToast - Fabien silly guy i love him ]

[Dolomedes]

Shylin Wells
| He/him | No Group | 16 Years |
||+ Shylin's Farm +||

The day was like every other day since the fall. Or whatever it is you wanted to call it. The day the world stopped. It was almost comical how similar it was to the novels and the comics of their respective doomdays. Though for Shylin all that changed was that his gardening was his livelihood rather than a hobby. Everything else was pretty much the same. He would get up early, pulling himself out of bed before throwing his worn down boots on and trudging outside with a yawn to check up with everything. He would exist throughout the day, garden things, and then go to sleep and wake up and repeat. Now there was just a lot more focus on the gardening rather than like school or work or dealing with fake parents and stressing out about his mom. If anything this life was better. No one was around to bother him.

He blinked open his eyes, dragging his hand up to rub at his eyes with a groan. The morning seemed determined to keep him in his nest of blankets this morning. It was tempting. One blue eye squinted up at the roof of his little cabin. The sun was starting to bleed in through the window, meaning he had already very much overslept. Which means that the dogs haven't been fed, and the goats haven't been let out into the pasture. He needed to get some pruning down for the berry bushes towards the back as well. Then he also needs to continue trying to fix up the inside of the green house towards the back. Maybe he'll get around to setting up the old as hell rabbit traps he found- No, wait. Thinking about his chores made him want to just curl up even more. Shylin, if he had nothing else, was incredibly good at overwhelming himself at least.

Okay. Just gotta get up. Yep. Easy. Just gotta get up. Shylin blinked open his other eye. Squinting them in the too bright room. Then he tossed his blankets off of himself, but remained still beside his limited movements. Despite the unusual difficulty, Shylin eventually did get out of bed and onto his feet. Foot. He was half tempted to forgo his prosthetic, the thing was getting ratty with the hard work and lack of care but Shylin has never really cared for the thing as much as he should've. Especially now. But that was a future Shylin problem. He pulled the thing closer to him and settled it as needed a long his lack of limb before getting up and stretching his arms high over his head with a yawn wide enough to make his eyes water.

Time to get some work done.

[ Semi-open, VM first please <3 ]