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 30th, 2013
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| Who: Nic and Skylar, with a brief appearence from Micah Where: Nic's house When: Late morning Kenzie had stayed late and Skylar had wound up sleeping in his truck. When he woke up he was very aware that he was in a worse place than before and drug himself out of the truck, falling over the side before deciding what he wanted. He didn't bother with a shower, hair still askew, wearing the leather jacket and scarf he'd slept and and headed straight for Nic's house, knocking on the door. Who cared if Dr. Sexy was there. Skylar didn't. He wanted to talk to his friend and he wasn't stopping it until he got him dressed and headed for the diner with coffee. Nic was expecting Skylar, even if he didn’t know when. He’d gotten up, showered, and called in to put himself on call. If he was going to get baked with Skylar, he didn’t need to be officially at work. Hopefully there’d be no emergency that required his assistance. When the knock came to the door, Nic went to answer it dressed in a t-shirt in jeans. At the sight of Skylar standing before him in slight disarray, he raised both brows. “Did you start without me?” ( The boys catch up ) | ||||||||
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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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| Who: Nic and Fiona Where: O’Reilly’s Pub When: Afternoon Nic had slept in with Micah, glad there hadn’t been an emergency that morning because he needed the sleep. When it was finally time to get up, he went down to the station and discovered there wasn’t much to do. In a town as small as Delphi, there wasn’t always an emergency. And that was how Nic ended up at O’Reilly’s, his preferred hang out location, since the other restaurant in town was owned by his cousin and didn’t serve beer. It really wasn’t Justin or Zania that kept him away from Eatzy’s, but the beer that called out to him. Last night had been good, but rough, and he felt like he deserved a drink. “Can I get a beer, please? Whatever’s fresh on tap.” Fiona had been manning the bar herself all morning, and would most likely be doing the same for a good majority of the day. With all that werewolf business having occurred, she could only assume that her brother and cousins who were immediately affected by the full moon were taking the day to rest. Considering the time, it at least hadn’t been unmanageably business for just her.. though, she was hoping that someone would come relieve her, eventually. The idea of being trapped in one area for the entire day was dreadful. She glanced up when she heard a request for the freshest beer on tap, realizing she had slipped off into her own little world of thoughts. “You got it. 16 or 20 ounce?” She took a step closer to him, hand hovering below the bar to grab whichever sized glass he would elect. ( 'So what do you like to do for fun, besides taunt us non-bike people with your ride?' ) | ||||||||
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September 20th, 2013
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| Who: Mannix and everyone at the encampment Where: The Werewolf Encampment When: Sunset through Moonrise As soon as the sun fell down behind the trees, Mannix hurried down to the werewolf encampment. The moon still had a while before it rose in the sky, but they didn't know the exact timing. He wanted all the werewolves locked in their cages, ready for whenever that moment hit. He knew he wasn't the authority figure at the camp, but he had the feeling December was already there, guiding people. It was a good role for her, non-threatening to the wolves who didn't see her as an authority figure. When he arrived some people were in cages, others were out, but everyone seemed to be heading that direction. He cast a glance towards the sky. The full moon was on it's way and when it got there they'd finally know what they were dealing with. | ||||||||
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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 9th, 2013
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| Who: December and everyone helping out Where: the woods near the trader's circle When: mid day So, there was a great clearing, which was nice, and weirdly, a lot of people seemed to show up. She had opted to go buy a lot of water, and other shit, almost like she was setting up for a town freaking picnic. Only instead they were building super fun werewolf cages. Right. As people milled around, she looked at everyone, and stood up on a cooler she'd brought. "Okay! So, hi. I'm December. And I figured this was our best bet, so that's why we're all here. To make sure tomorrow night doesn't get stupid and terrifying at the same time. Thanks for coming. Let's get this show on the road as fast as we can, and get this done. Honestly, with this many people it shouldn't take that long." Which was kinda shocking, but damn. There were a lot of people. "Any questions, find me and ask. Have at it." | ||||||||
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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 25th, 2013
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| Who:Skylar and Nic Where: The festival When: Evening Skylar was all but scowling as the sun went down, packing up his things. He’d sold almost everything, but that hadn’t fixed his mood. He was still upset about whatever the hell had gone on with Clementine. She let some vampire dude drink her blood? How fucking weird was that. There were clubs for those sorts in LA and they were weird as fuck no matter how hot the chicks were. And then, then, Clementine got upset with him for not being amused that some other dude biting her was awesome. Frustrated, Sklyar slammed his fist against the table in his booth, shaking the plant sitting on it. “Probably means you like her, Ace,” he said, to himself, though the voice wasn’t quite right. “Yeah, well, I don’t. She’s just strange,” he answered, voice back to his normal cadence. ( they're just freaks right? ) | ||||||||
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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 30th, 2013
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| Who: Nic and Mickey Where: The Roads When: Late Night Mickey had the shotgun over one shoulder, keeping vigilant ear out for howls, but there were significantly less noises anywhere tonight. The dome itself seemed quiet, which was probably for the best. There was more than enough weird going on at this point, they didn’t need to add to it. Slipping into the traveling in silence, listening but letting his mind drift to not focus on the macabre, was like slipping into old skin. The only difference was that he was alone. Even now though, alone or not, Mickey was comfortable in it. It was easier than everything else clouded in his head. He hated that he’d hurt Zania without meaning to. His attempts at friend had just sent him down the wrong path and his attempts at more than a friend were leaving him in the dark. Should have just kept your mouth shut. The voice in the back of his head wasn’t helping matters. It kept reminding him of how much of it was his fault. ( 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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July 3rd, 2013
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| Who: Eily and Nic Where: the hospital When: after this Eily had a very hard time letting Patrick be pulled into an ER room to get looked at, stitched up, all that. At least she was given the news that they thought the prognosis was good, even if they couldn’t flat out tell her he would live. But she was going to cling to any tiny positive that she possibly could. Looking back at Nic, who had been among those brave enough to try and drag an Irish woman anywhere, she swallowed and stood straight. “What’s happening?” she asked. Nic ran his fingers through his hair, far more stressed out than he usually was on Tuesday night. There hadn’t been anything this bad since he’d arrived in the dome, even with the riot that had been down at the gates. He couldn’t imagine what would’ve prompted the wolves to attack, and he was still spooked at how the one he’d shot at three times had been able to run away. He was supposed to remain calm under pressure, but Nic wasn’t entirely there. “They’ll stitch him up, give him fluids, possibly a transfusion, then possibly monitor him for twenty-four hours,” Nic said, taking a guess at all that, but figuring it was probably right. “How are you doing? Were you hurt?” He hadn’t even asked before. His focus had been on Patrick. ( emergency crew ) | ||||||||
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July 1st, 2013
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| Who: Patrick, Eily, and Nic Where: Their residence When: Nighttimes Warnings: Blood and language ( Tragic turn ) | ||||||||
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June 27th, 2013
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| Who: Nic and Skylar Where: The Greenhouse When: Early Evening When the lights went out, Nic began working his way around town, helping anyone who needed it in any way he could. Some needed wood for their fireplace, which he assisted in until he could no longer find dry wood. Then he began to worry about leaky roofs and one person in particular came to mind. Not only had Skylar’s roof been leaking, but he wanted to make sure the greenhouse was holding up under the downpour. By the time Nic got there, he was soaked, but at least this time it was for good reason. He headed into the greenhouse first, calling Skylar’s name as his eyes searched the main room. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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