Missoula Pan Fandom RPG Game

We should have a get together this weekend, so we can all kind of get to know one another.

What is going on? What is this place?

Elizabeth?

[Dan is out poking around the city again, and singing to himself as he does so. His phone is picking up on this and broadcasting it, which he is completely unaware of. He can sing, and works through Fleetwood Mac, Bad Company and Eddie Cochran before the phone stops broadcasting]

Hello. I'm Natatasha Romanoff. I've been here a few weeks.

Star! Star!

Where are we? Are you even here? Where am I?

Star? STAR????

Seems like there's been a few new arrivals in the last few days.

I don't know if that's a good thing or not. No offense to those new arrivals.

Why is there so much death here? I feel like I'm smothering in it.

Alas, what madness is this?

Who has brought me to this place against my will? Show yourself.

This is not what I pictured Heaven to look like.

I need a god damn drink.

And I don't mean coffee.

How is this place even real?

I need to get home to my boy.

And my life. Such as it is.

I found a music store - CDs and Vinyl, not instruments. Does anyone want any albums brought back to the apartments? And portable CD players (and batteries, I know) to play them on. I haven't found a battery-powered turntable yet.

There are a hell of a lot of strays.

More people are coming, I saw a bus

What are we going to do about electricity? Are we just going to round up all the generators we can find? Is there someone here who knows something about it (by that, I mean "knows a hell of a lot more than me")?

Is this part of Thanos' plan?

My name is Steve Rogers. What do we know about this place?

Are there any other Avengers here?

Is this part of the game? Or the Farm?

I have to get back to Riverdale.

My name is Lieutenant Commander Steve McGarrett and I demand to speak to my captors.

I've been in places more desolate than this, but there is a strange depressive feeling about this place. I don't like it.

Is anyone making any headway in the quest to find a way out of here? I know I'm not the only one trying to figure it out, but so far I'm coming up empty.

Seems like at a certain point trying to get out of town, it's like I can't go any further no matter how long I walk. The mountains in the distance never get any closer. Anyone else try to walk out? What was your experience?

I guess there's no zombies here.

But there are aliens! And that's super cool!

I guess we're really stuck here.

Having an apartment to call home is nice.

But I wonder what happened to the people who used to live here.

There's a lot of books. And art supplies.

I've found an apartment building, I think we should all go there. I can't force anyone but there is also safety in numbers.

[Address]. I hope to see you there.

Role call.

I think we need to figure out who's actually here, and what we can do to contribute to the wellbeing of the group and efforts to get back to where we belong.

Name
Strengths
Weakness
Anything else that might be useful

I'll start.
Diego.
Knife throwing is my super power.
Klaus is my weakness here I bleed like anyone else.
I have some formal police training. Mostly prefer to go out on my own and do my thing.

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