Omega

Who: Izzy and Kieran
Where: Old Ruins
What: Stoners and Surprises

( Maybe someday if I get infinitely cooler and I construct a monument more monumental than canhenge you'll dislike me less. Then my plan is pretty much to wear you down from there - and/or to pick off the rest of the eligible male population in a Highlander-esque fashion because there can be only one and I want that one to be me. )

Who: Coby and Kieran
Where: The Motel
When: July 19
What: A first meeting of the two coolest guys in town

( All we do is talk, sit, switch screens )

Who: Simon and any townsfolk who want to address the current state of things
Where: Town Hall
When: July 12
What: You know, a place where people come together and meet ^_^




Simon sat inside the town hall, and he was early. Extremely early. He liked being early to everything, as it usually meant he was the first one there and didn't miss anything. He had even brought a tape recorder to keep a record of what would be discussed.

Now, of course, he just needed people to arrive.

Who: Kieran ot anyone
Where: the carnival grounds
When: July 4th

Kieran felt a lot better about life now that he had his old friend pot with him again. Thanks to Izzy, he was comfortably stoned and happy to be alive as he walked around the carnival grounds and looked at all the stuff they'd set up for the fourth of July. The Adam voice inside was nagging a bit - memories of picnics and town celebrations past, of pie eating contests and bottle rockets.

He pushed those thoughts aside- it was a nice day, a new day - and he was Kieran Dare, newcomer to Normalville who might or might not become Spiderman someday. Life was good, the sun was shining and it was good to be alive.

Though pie would be nice. He headed to check out what sort of foods they were offering at this celebration.

Who: Izzy and Kieran
What: Discovering Canhenge. And pot.
Where: The motel.
When: July 2nd

( So what do you think? Queen Isabella of Normalville? Empress Izzy? Grand Duchess of Asskicking? )

Who: Kieran ot anyone
Where: at the Motel
When: June 28th
Why: Kieran has a clever plan! Really.

Kieran already'd made some improvements to the place - he'd patched up a few holes, fixed a few plumbing leaks that weren't beyond his capabilities. He still couldn't figure out why it sounded like a freight train coming every time he flushed the shitter in his room - one of life's unsolvable mysteries. He'd also stockpiled quite a bit of stuff in room 9 - to the point that it was getting to be a little bit of a tight fit in there. He'd have to ask Izzy if he could expand his territory into one of the adjacent rooms. His nightly forages would also be easier if he could enlist Izzy's help - as she had a vehicle and knew how to drive it. He wasn't sure how she'd feel about the whole loot-and-pillage thing though, so he hadn't broached the subject.

Right now, he was on the motel lawn, lounging in a deliciously comfortable (and very stolen) lawn chair. He sipped a cold Bud (also salvaged) and worked on making some annotations to the plan he'd come up with for survival in these difficult times.

KIERAN'S PLAN TO SAVE THE WORLD

1. Become Spiderman - not going well. Need new plan one.

2. Steal shit.
loot
Salvage what can be salvaged to stockpile supplies. (Non perishable food, tools, BEER, weapons) -- Going okay. Still need to find a gun.

3. Fortify motel to get Izzy to think I'm less of a douchebag to survive possible zombie apocalypse. -- Going slow but okay. Still no signs of zombies.

4. Porn. -- ACQUIRED - man, some of the people in this town had some kinky shit. Who would have known Mrs. Jenkins was into that?

5. Make friends and try to figure out who is in charge of town now and if no one is, TAKE OVER AND RULE AS KING! -- Been too lazy/busy to get to this one.

6. Explore ruins to see if some ancient indian burial ground or alien artifact is keeping us all safe from the end of the world. Kinda need to get people to go with me to do this - not a good idea to do alone

7. Visit my old house No. STFU Adam.

8. DRUGS - Why is no one on this town on anything good?

Who: Lilly & Open
Where: Town Green
When: June 22
What: Playing fetch with Charisma

Lilly dusted her hands off after she finished tilling her garden. Luckily, the weather had held up and, after eating food that she had pulled out of the ground for the past few weeks and not getting radiation sickness, she was almost positive that the soil wasn't tainted. All of this meant that she could still squeeze in some more seeds to grow some more food for the winter. She hoped to at least have enough for herself but, if the good weather held, she may actually have enough to barter for other things that she might need. Luckily, gas wasn't really a problem for her, since she could walk anywhere in town. She could walk all day, even if she had that damn limp.

Lilly walked back into her house, locking the door behind her. She called out to Charisma and the little dog came running out from the hallway, seemingly knowing that it was time for her walk. Lilly grabbed the leash and, after hooking her to it, led her out the front door, locking it behind her. She didn't use to bother locking the door in Normalville but, with the turn of events, she didn't want anything bad to happen. Lilly walked the dog to the Town Green, enjoying the fresh air as Charisma, once released from her leash, immediately ran off and returned with a stick for fetch. "The world blew up around us, and you want to play fetch?" she asked the dog. "I wish I could be as carefree as you." Still, she took the stick from the dog's mouth and threw it out for her to fetch, watching as the little black and brown Chihuahua ran off, bringing the stick back a few moments later.

Who: Pierce and Anyone
What: He’s entering town and didn’t quite get there . . .
Where: Outskirts of town, nearby wherever the “welcome” sign might be.
When: June 21 at Night

( Ten miles away he abandoned the truck. )

Who: Izzy and Kieran
Where: The Motel
Why: Kieran needs a place to stay
When: June 17th

( Half this place's charm is the fact that it's a shithole. )

Who: Kieran ot anyone who wants to find him
When: (Backdated) June 2 , nightfall
What: A sick survivor wanders in to town

In exchange for a hummer and Kieran's last bit of grass, the trucker had taken him out of Philly and down the highway halfway towards his destination.

"Where you heading, boy?" the trucker had asked when he'd picked the hitchhiker up in Penn Station. Going home, the Adam voice had whispered. "Nowhere, in particular," Kieran had replied. And it was true. He didn't mind all that much about the hummer, but he'd hated to part with his last joint.

When he'd walked down the road towards Normalville, he'd been craving that joint, twitching his fingers and wishing hard that he'd had the willpower to say no. But he'd been tired, and really needed that ride. And the trucker'd even been nice enough to buy him dinner at a greasy burger joint along the way. The burger was sitting heavy in his stomach as he walked - but he was fine, really, until the bright flash lit the sky. He'd hit the dirt then, shaking all over, and promptly vomited up the hamburger and all the rest of the contents of his stomach upon standing.

"Fuck," he said, and staggered to his feet. He felt lightheaded and his palms were sweaty. "That asshole gave me food poisoning."

Between the vomiting and the weakness, it took Kieran several hours to reach town. He paused at the sign, thinking about the last time he'd passed the 'Welcome to Normalville' . He wondered if when he'd left, when Adam had left - a scared, sniveling boy of thirteen - if they'd sent someone out to repaint the hand painted population portion of the sign. He was still thinking about it when he heaved once more. A brief thought hit him - he wondered how he could possibly have anything left to vomit - a few seconds before he collapsed entirely down into the dirt, legs too weak to carry him further.

Welcome home, the Adam voice taunted.

"Shut up," he muttered to himself, figuring he'd just stay right there a while until he regained the will to move.