The Dome :: An Original Character RPG
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January 16th, 2014
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| Who: Micah and Nic Where: Nic’s house When: Late morning Micah wasn’t supposed to be home. He’d been at work for days on end and when things finally calmed down he was sent home, and while he fought it, he was exhausted. He felt terrible about leaving, but things had calmed down. Everyone who was still there was stable. There was nothing more he could do and they’d call him if he needed them. He stopped by his house, grabbing clean clothes, but there was nothing else he wanted there, which meant he turned towards Nic’s house and found himself there, knocking and letting himself inside. “Nic?” ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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December 19th, 2013
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| Who: Micah and Nic Where: One of the fires When: early morning Micah had finished off a killer shift at work, people in with burns, people in just scared, shooting at nothing and hurting others, and at least five people he was sure were just hiding out at the hospital because it seemed safer. His first goal was Nic’s with a bed and his boyfriend, but the second wasn’t there. Micah frowned, then showered and changed, heading out into the cold to find Nic. The fires were throwing off his sense of smell, but eventually he found the other man, standing outside a burning building that they seemed to have given up on putting out, just waiting on it to finish burning. Slipping close he rested a hand against Nic’s shoulder, squeezing gently, but not saying anything. Nic stood beside the burning house, wiping the sweat from his brow as the flames began to die down. They’d done all they could to put the fires out, but some of them they couldn’t get to in time. It was a small dome. There was only one fire truck. The only time something like this would have happened-- multiple fires in various locations-- would have been if they were set on purpose. And Delphi wasn’t prepared for arsen. He didn’t notice Micah until he touched him, and then he was quiet for a moment before speaking. “We weren’t prepared for this.” ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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November 15th, 2013
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| Who: Nic and Micah Where: The Hospital When: Late Afternoon When Nic woke to find the temperature had dropped, the first thing he did was stock the house with fresh firewood. Then he went to work helping other people stock their houses, as well as make sure their flu was open to prevent more work for him later on. He wasn’t worried about anyone’s ability to set a fire, since they wouldn’t be alive now without that capability, but he did sometimes worry that they forgot they were in a house now and that setting a fire had different constraints inside rather than out. The rain, of course, slowed his work, and once the electricity went out he headed on down to the hospital. It was one of the few buildings in the dome with backup generators, but that didn’t mean things were easy on the inside. It was still only partially lit, though lucky not in a state of chaos. While people were cold, they weren’t in danger, so he went to find Micah. ( and learning new roles ) | ||||||||
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October 16th, 2013
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| Who: Nic and Micah Where: The hospital When: late Micah was feeling more at ease. Lia was doing well, he was back at work and thankfully there were no new patients with bites or anything of the sort. He hadn't had a chance to try shifting, but the energy he'd built up locked in the cage the night before had him going, cutting through visits with patients and paperwork that had backed up until his hospital was humming like a well oiled machine. He was in his office, plugging through the last of the paperwork and idly doodling a tattoo idea that had come to him, something to mark this new phase of life. There were more doodles on the same page, another tattoo design that wasn't for him and he wasn't sure he wanted to admit the intention behind it. ( and serious conversations ) | ||||||||
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September 18th, 2013
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| Who: Nic and Micah Where: Nic's house When: Morning Warning: NSFW Micah woke a little before dawn but hadn't moved. He'd already told them to only expect him for a few hours today at the hospital and waking up with Nic's arms wrapped around his middle and head against his chest was a reason to stay in bed. He knew Nic had promised to stick with him, but Micah couldn't fight that fear that he might change his mind or get hurt as a result. Both were things Micah couldn't bear. Instead, he just traced soft circles on Nic's shoulder in the morning sun and breathed in his scent, letting that calm him. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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September 6th, 2013
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| Who: Nic and Micah Where: Micah's place When: Evening Micah had everything set up on the kitchen table, but he'd also made and effort to get take out too, which was on the counter. In short, he'd been avoiding his boyfriend, but he hadn't said that and secretly hoped Nic hadn't noticed. In a failed attempt to make up for it, he'd showered and changed into something nice almost, a pair of jeans that fit and a button down. Not the best date given what he had planned, but it was a start. ( if we can't contain 'em, knock 'em out ) | ||||||||
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August 11th, 2013
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| Who: Micah and Nic Where: Nic’s House When: Morning Micah was exhausted and ready to leave the hospital. He didn't call before he left, just stopping once at the diner to grab a late breakfast for both of them and heading to Nic's. All he could hope when he knocked on the door was that the other man didn't mind. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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July 23rd, 2013
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| Who: Micah and Nic Where: the hospital When: morning Micah was up at dawn, surprised at how much sleep he’d managed to get. He supposed that was because he was running on fumes before he’d been bit, and then he’d been bit on top of that. Waking had been jarring though. He was relieved that Nic was within reach, but that he could hear far more than usual, echoing in his head and smell the light bit of sweat on Nic’s skin despite the fact that he was farther away than normal. Sitting up, Micah ran his hand through his hair, realizing belatedly that it was the arm he’d hurt, which was functioning far better than it had the night before. It hurt, like he hadn’t had anything for it, even if he had, but not nearly as much as he’d expected. Micah pulled at the bandage, looking at the damage under it, frowning at what he saw. It was healing. Rapidly. That was just weird. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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July 17th, 2013
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| Who: Micah and Nic Where: The hospital When: late The ambulance rolled up again and Micah was there to meet it, already directing people in the right way. There were significantly less, which was for the best, but Micah was still busy with those he’d already admitted and the few new patients that were brought in. He stood in the bay for the ambulance, giving out the last of the orders. He was going to follow in, but someone had left charts in the front of the van and instead of them doubling back Micah waved them off. He could get it. It wasn’t safe. He’d just told Claire as much, but he was out there, in the dark, by himself. He was feet from the door, the lights of the hospital just a few steps away, but as he closed the door behind him he heard the growl. It was close. Right behind him. Slowly Micah turned, seeing the wolf, eying him almost lazily. Like it knew exactly what it was looking at and it knew Micah didn’t stand a chance. He pressed his back against the ambulance, taking one step towards the hospital. Then the wolf leapt. It was embarrassing, but as jaws snapped into his arm, Micah cried out, loudly. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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July 13th, 2013
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| Who: Micah and Nic Where: Nic's House When: just after dawn By the time Micah had finished up his last patient that he knew he could handle the power flickered back on. There was a collective sigh of relief throughout the hospital, not needing another struggle with no power and more patients that they’d had since opening. Micah’s night was weighing on him, heavily. He’d managed to get out of dirty scrubs and replace them with clean ones, just throwing out his stained clothes and grabbing his bag. No one stopped him on his way out. Dawn was peeking over the horizon. Someone else was coming in to take his place and it was time for Micah to get away from all the death. And there had been so much death. He’d seen tragedy on a massive scale. A multi car pile up that had flooded the ER during one of his rotations. That had been awful. Tonight had been worse. People ripped to shreds. So many were dead on arrival or dying once they’d been pulled into triage rooms. It was like a war zone. Even those who’d survived, would be scarred and damaged. ( and someone to lean on ) | ||||||||
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July 7th, 2013
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| Who: Micah and Nic Where: the hospital When: late Micah was completely beat. His scrubs were stained, his hair standing up from running his hands through it. It had finally calmed down. He guessed there would still be more, that the number of dead would rack up as those just barely hanging on didn’t make it through the night. He wouldn’t be surprised at any of that. It didn’t change anything. And as tired as he was he kept moving, pushing through the worst of it. Then it was well past a reasonable hour, and he’d been closing in on twenty-four hours total and he finally found himself slowing, leaning against the wall, stethoscope around his neck, rubbing his temple. ( just so long as you're happy ) | ||||||||
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June 26th, 2013
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| Who: Nic and Micah Where: The Hospital When: Noon Warnings: NSFW While a storm was beginning to rage outside, Nic found himself at the hospital, glad he hadn’t received any calls to take him back out into the rain. He’d brought a kid in for a broken arm, but Dr. Bloom was taking care of him now, which left Nic at the window, watching the rain come down. Before he’d come to the dome, when things had been normal, he’d been required to return to the station, but things were a lot more lax these days. He might as well hang out at the hospital until the rain died down. It wasn’t just the rain that held him to the hospital, so it wasn’t long before he began to wander, looking for Micah. In a town of a thousand, there weren’t near as many emergencies as there used to be and he was hoping Micah might have some time to get a cup of coffee with him. He just had to find the man. ( or just sneaking around? ) | ||||||||
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June 12th, 2013
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| Who: Nic and Micah Where: The festival When: Evening While Nic was glad Micah had been the one to win him at the auction, he wasn’t sure what to make of the fact that no one else bid on him. Did that mean they all thought he was gay? Or that they assumed they were together? Or would they just assume Micah was gay? And did it even matter? He kept telling himself that it didn’t, that the person who won him was the he wanted to be with and screw the rest. He supposed he’d have to deal with whatever other people thought later. Right now, the only person who’s opinion really mattered was Micah’s. Coming down off the stage, Nic smiled at him, trying to push his nerves aside. He’d been looking forward to seeing him again since he left Micah’s house that morning. Now that he had him in front of him, he was all butterflies in the stomach again. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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June 2nd, 2013
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| Who: Micah and Nic Where: Micah’s Place When: late evening Warnings: NSFW True to his somewhat word, Micah managed to leave the hospital not too long after the sun went down. Nothing new had come up, which was a relief and by the time the sun set, he didn’t have anything else to do and he was ushered none too gently out the door. And they didn’t even know about Nic maybe waiting or maybe not waiting at home. They just knew that he hadn’t left the hospital in three days and now it was time to go. So with his bag over his shoulder, he made his way home to the small place they’d helped set him up with when he’d arrived at the dome. Once there he found himself staring at the door, not sure what he was supposed to do. He’d played it over and over again and it boiled down to three options. One, Nic could be there and waiting and something may or may not happen. Two, he could have stopped by and left the key under the mat or inside an unlocked house and it just didn’t work out that anything happened even if the effort was made to at least somewhat show. Three, and the worst, was that he might not have come by at all and Micah was left with a door that was locked and without a key to get into his house. He knew he could go back to the hospital, but he was here. Going back seemed so counterproductive. Taking a deep breath he tried to stay calm, but felt that wave uncertainty wash over him as he reached for the doorknob. Outside of the walls of his comfort zone and the hospital he was already feeling uncertain in his skin. Why had he done this again? He didn’t really have an answer, he just hoped the door opened. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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May 27th, 2013
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| Who: Micah and Nic Where: The hospital When: morning Warning: The sun was up again, which meant Micah was as well, scrubs rumpled from having slept on a cot in a backroom. There was a locker room that someone saw fit to add into the place, giving it some sense of normalcy, and Micah had been by there to brush his teeth and find clean scrubs, but there hadn’t been any. That was what had him behind the counter of the nurses’ station, going through the stack of laundry someone had done recently to find something clean, all the while trying to pat his bedhead back into place. He really should go home at some point, he realized that, but it had only been two days or so, since the curfew started and people start dying in mass quantities. When that was done, then maybe he’d go home. The shower here had worked just as well the night before as the one at his place. Why leave when there was work to be done? ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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