REMAINS RPG

Who: Bishop Coldiron and Erik Roberts.
Where: Middle of nowhere near Beverly Villas.
What: Blobs, explosions, experiments, y’know grown men acting like little boys when things go ‘boom’.
When: June 8th, 2018 (Backdated)

( Two grown men + explosives = childlike glee! )

Who: Liz & Sid
Where: La Casa de Perry Bros
What: Drinks
When: Slightly backdated to not long after This!

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Who: Liz & Ward
Where: Roof
What: Talking and whatnot
When: Late night

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Who: Natasha & North
Where: Outside the Chestnut Tree
What: Run-in while Natasha uses a cricket bat to beat up blobs. Yup.
When: Backdated to when blobs were just falling down (because Violet's job atm eats her life)

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Who: The First Lady & The LBJ Advisor
Where: LBJ Library
What: Drinking and commiserating
When: June 10th, evening

( I'm takin' my turn on the sin wagon )

Who: Emilie, Bishop and Rodeo.
Where: Mr. Wizard Electronics, 1507 North Loop Blvd.
What: It's the last fair deal gone down.
When: [Backdated to] 6/2/18, the day after the first Blob storm.

( If you cry about a nickel, you die about a dime. She wouldn't cry, but the money won't mine. )

Who: Archer Avery and Thomas Lansing
Where: The Capitol, Thomas' office
What: Avery and Lansing's weekly meeting, and a little personal advice
When: Thursday, 2pm

( Steady on this high-rise / Like every lightning rod / And all these clouds are boiling over )

Who: Savannah & Grayson
Where: LBJ Oval Office
What: Savannah has an itch she wants Gray to scratch
When: June 10th, after drinking with Nate

( the only thing I want to do is be with you as close to you as I can be )

Who: The Dog King & Council.
Where: The Council Chambers.
What: Business before pleasure.
When: 2:00PM Thursday, 6/11.

( Under the lights where we stand tall, nobody touches us at all. )

Who: OPEN to all Hellhounds, friends & family.
Where: The Dog Park
What: Happy Immune Day party for the Sergeant at Arms.
When: 6/11/2018

( Wash away my troubles, wash away my pain with the rain in Shambala. Wash away my sorrow, wash away my shame with the rain in Shambala. )