Ab Aeterno RPG

Who: Roman/Sabrina
When: April 11th, Morning
Where: Their house
What: Roman thinks about what they should be doing

( I need your opinion )

Mia's and Abigail's messages brought up a few problems, mostly the fact that we're terrible at accepting discrimination, but I suppose we'll need to shut up and accept it (feel free to remind me).

To keep a semblance of cover and to speed up the return to a normal timeline, Mia is helping us purchase the general store. Bucky and I will pose as brothers and live upstairs. If anyone wants to be married to one of us, it'd help with the cover.

As you've seen, women are unlikely to work and since we are maintaining 'family value', it's probably best that the women don't work, unless involved in a 'family business'. Feel free to exchange texts to figure out jobs we can have and arranged marriages.

How's everyone feeling about the bus landing? 

I have mixed feelings. What happened with the way the last stop ended was horrible and I don't want us going through that again. 

At the same time, I need more space.  I hate feeling so confined.  Too many bad memories.

Usually, when I fall asleep in a movie theater, I end up having weird movie-inspired dreams. You know what pretty much never happens? Waking up to find myself floating in mid-air surrounded by a cloud of popcorn.

I guess what I'm saying is that I'm stuck in the movie theater because the gravity appears to have stopped working.

What the fuck, people? I went to the gym. Put the treadmill at 5mph and it goes at 30, put it at 10 mph and goes at 60, put it at 20 and goes at 1mph. Jesus fucking Christ, what's going on? Also if you don't have superpowers, be careful or you could break your neck.

Who: Open
When: midday March 5th
Where: Okeano
What: Destruction comes unexpectedly

( The Death of a Reality )

Alright everyone, so even if you slept through that sonic boom yesterday, I'm sure you at least saw the message from the Conductor. It's time to help these people here, because volcanoes wait for no one.

Lucky for you, I've got a plan.

It's going to involve some deep sea drilling, though. I know we can do some of it ourselves, but we're going to need the Gorgonas and the Medusas to help out as well. Frankly, the more we can get down there, the better.

So, let's get up and save the world again.

Who: Roman/Sabrina
When: February 15th
Where: Walking around the town
What: They see what's here

( I like this place )

Is it me or time on the bus if fucking boring? And I'm getting laid. I can't even imagine how boring it must be for the rest of you.

Sure, we have rooms and shit, but training is the only thing with somewhat of a purpose. It's like we're in fucking limbo until we get to the next place.

Who: Roman/Abigail
When: February 3rd
Where: the restaurant
What: they talk

( How are you doing? )

Those who disembarked should report to medical staff for radiation decontamination procedures, cancer screening and physiological examination. Prolonged exposure to local environmental factors (and/or trace elements of chemical/biological warfare agents) could now be polluting this base of operations.

I hate to be a bother, and I want you all to know that I waited a few days to bring this up because at first I thought I was being paranoid, but after giving it a lot of thought I felt it prudent to bring my suspicions to you guys.

There's something off about Elizabeth. She creeps me out, like even though I haven't physically made her acquaintance the vibes I get from her are nicht gut. Also, the last person who told me that we're going to be good friends gaslit me into nearly opening the gates of Hell, so... yeah, sketchy.

Anyway, I don't trust her, and I'd rather not be alone with her. Thank you.

Hello, everyone.

My name is Elizabeth Hastings.

I like your bus.

Okay, so, if I could find, like, a really private place to conjure up a shower, how many people would want in on that?

Or, if a shower is out of the question, I guess I could use a cleaning spell...

Who: Open
When: Starts at 12:30 between Sunday and Monday
Where: Century City
What: they destroy the camp

( Battle )

If we were to use portkeys, we can probably get people out of here without anyone noticing, at least not quickly enough to stop us. Of course, they will notice and patrols will start in earnest.

So we have two options:

1. We use the portkeys and hope that people can idea.
2. We use the portkey for all non military/powered/wizards and anyone who wants stays around to level this place to the ground. A plan would be contingent on who stays.

Who: Mac and OPEN
When: Evening January 6th, just after the message that Cal and Merrin have left
Where: Food Distribution Area
What: Mac reacts to losing her closest friends on the bus
Warning: Angst

( Grey would be the colour, if I had a heart. )

The 'soup' has been adjusted with an unheavenly amount of protein powder, as has the bread. Neither time I conjured seemed to attract attention.

I stuffed some extra bread in my pocket, so if anyone likes, I can make them into whatever treat you want. Also, Salem found a den with a few scrawny jackals or hyenas or coyotes, I couldn't tell which from his description. If anyone wants the coordinates, let me know.

No need to reply.
Cal Kestis, and Merrin have been sent home.

Heads down and keep your mind on the mission and eye on the goal.

Who: Open
When: pre dawn, January 8th
Where: On the bus/Skynet camp
What: The group has another mission

( Welcome to a nuclear wasteland )