The Dome :: An Original Character RPG
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January 24th, 2014
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| Who: Frankie and Patrick When: Early evening Where: O'Reilly's | ||||||||
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December 30th, 2013
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| Who: Patrick, Fiona, and Lochlan When: Early afternoon Where: The outer ring of town Lochlan had worked himself out of being stunned at how they’d found the pub and that the girls were all missing and on into being furious by way of determined. It was fueling him as he texted his family and Lily’s brother as requested by Aidan. It was fueling him as they swung by to pick up Patrick at his place on their way toward the edge of town to search the houses on the outermost part of the dome’s center. It kept him quiet and focused and on the edge of raging at anything or anyone that got in his way. He was trying not to think about what could be happening to the girls. They were soft and beautiful and feisty and his. His sister, his cousin, his girlfriend. This felt personal on so many levels but reports were coming from everywhere that others were taken as well during the night. He tried to remain objective but he needed Eily to keep him level-headed and she wasn’t there. So he was relying on Fiona and Patrick, most especially Patrick as his alpha. “I’m going to kill people by the time this is over. You know that, right?” he said to no one in particular as he looked into the windows of a house that looked empty or abandoned thanks to the dome’s doors shutting and possibly a good hiding spot for kidnappers. Especially if it had a basement. “I’m going to fuck some shit up before then too. How could they do this?” ( No one messed with an O'Reilly, not on his watch, not ever. ) | ||||||||
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December 29th, 2013
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| Who: Aidan, Patrick, and Darcy Where: Around town When: Late morning Aidan was exhausted. He and Darcy had been looking for Eily, Avery, and Noah since one o’clock in the morning, but hadn’t been able to find them or anyone else. Wherever they were being kept, they were quiet and out of sight, and the weather made it virtually impossible to track them via scent. A good part of him wanted to rest for a bit, but knowing that his sister was out there made it impossible to stop. How could he be resting when she was being held captive? It didn’t seem right. He knew Darcy felt the same way, plus she was looking for Noah. ( Read more... ) | ||||||||
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November 19th, 2013
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| Who: Aidan and Patrick Where: Phone Call When: Noonish When Patrick responded to his text with just “why”, Aidan didn’t wait to call him up. He’d told Eily that he wouldn’t break the news over text, and he wouldn’t, but he wasn’t going to argue with his older brother about if he should call or not. So he picked up the phone and called, waiting for his brother to pick up on the other end. He might not want to talk, but Aidan was at least going to try, knowing that the sooner he broke the news, the sooner he could put it behind him. Patrick didn’t like this. He didn’t like this one bit. He didn’t talk to Aidan much and he definitely didn’t call him so the fact that they needed to talk right now was concerning. When the call came through, Pat answered and cleared his throat. “What is happening?” ( Most people answer with a simple 'hello' ) | ||||||||
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November 4th, 2013
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| Who: Patrick & Riley Where: The Pub When: Afternoon Riley had finished running a few errands, making a few new appointments around town. He didn’t have a whole lot as there were only a few establishments that required his meat and then the market as well. His mind kept turning on the beer he’d wanted earlier and so he was wandering into the pub for some lunch and a beer or two. The business end of running the ranch wasn’t his favorite thing but it was part of the job and he did enjoy talking to the people. In Delphi there was the benefit of the feel of a small town system like he’d been part of back in Australia. What he wouldn’t give for a good cold West End or Cascade Special but Australian tastes weren’t to be found in the States anymore. So he settled for whatever O’Reilly’s cooked up which was pretty damned good if he were honest. One of these days he’d have to shake hands with the brewmaster. ( Guarded Conversation ) | ||||||||
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October 16th, 2013
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| Who: Darcy and Patrick Where: The pub When: evening Darcy had thrown herself into work, fake smiles for the customers, quickly handing out orders, giving everyone what they needed and wanted. Then it started to slow and she realized it wasn’t going to keep her busy and her thoughts were back, swimming over her, making her think of Liam and how horribly that had gone. She was sure he’d never see her again, even if he said he just needed time. And she wouldn’t blame him. Setting down the last round of drinks at a slightly rowdy table and went back to the bar, pushing up to sit on it and wait until someone needed her again or until Patrick showed up. ( And not budging on this one ) | ||||||||
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October 1st, 2013
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| Who: Patrick and Avery Where: Patrick’s When: Morning It was early morning when Avery got up and quickly got ready for school. She didn’t bother with breakfast, since her stomach was in knots about what was going to happen in several hours. She worried about Lochlan, and Patrick. And she worried about Eli, for Finn’s sake. It was scary, not knowing what would, or could, happen. With her shoulder bag in place, Avery walked over to Patrick’s. She would hopefully see Lochlan soon, though she was afraid if she hugged him she would be more than a little reluctant to let him go. Sighing, Avery brushed her hair back from her face and knocked loudly. She didn’t visit Patrick as often as she should, and she mostly saw him at the bar when she was working, but he was still her cousin and she still loved him so… Avery was able to recognize when it was important to say it. ( crap cutting to commence ) | ||||||||
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September 16th, 2013
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| Who: Darcy and Patrick Where: Patrick’s place When: Late Darcy left Aidan’s room, headed for her house, but didn’t get any further than the front step before she was headed to the other half of the duplex, fishing out the spare key to the place and letting herself in. “Patrick?” They had issues, a whole host of them, including Patrick being way too fucking over protective, but at the same time, somedays he was all she had in the way of a father figure left. And he’d told her he would be fine. Only now, not so much. ( an alternative ) | ||||||||
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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: Pat and Lochlan When: Evening time Where: Patrick’s side of the townhouse shared with Eily Patrick had spent a lot of his time thinking after that stupid run the night before. He’d locked himself in his room and only texted Lochlan to come over once he was sure he had his head about him. So they might be werewolves. That was...apparently a thing. They might be werewolves and if they were, then he and Lochlan really needed to talk about this face to face. He needed to get Lochlan on board with his vision, since he was positive it was the best one for the family. So he was waiting, pacing downstairs outside of his door as he waited on Lochlan to arrive. Lochlan had finished his shift at the pub and run back to Eily’s to check in. He didn’t need his cousin worrying that he was off running wild and never coming back again. Not that he would now. Not after his conversation with Aidan. That had scared the crap out of him until it had settled him into determination not to be a prissy little girly anymore about this. It happened, he had no choice, he had to face it head on. Like the zombies. And who better to do it with than family? He’d finished a shower but had decided yet again not to shave when Patrick’s text came in. He wasn’t long getting outside and face to face with his cousin. “So, thanks for calling bullshit at that meeting,” he said by way of greeting, shaking water out of his hair. ( All of Us Safe ) | ||||||||
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August 25th, 2013
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| Who:Eily and Patrick When:Late morning Where:Their place Warnings: Language ( Blood is thicker than water. ) | ||||||||
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August 17th, 2013
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| Characters: Micah and OPEN TO ALL WEREWOLVES Setting: Hospital Chapel, just after 10pm Micah had watched them file in, the variety of patients in a variety of states. He'd chosen to sit up on the makeshift altar, not that a non denominational chapel would really have an altar, but it did. After a while, when he was sure no one else was going to drift in he stood up, watching them, meeting their eyes before giving a smile a shot. "Thanks for coming," he said. "I think this is all of us, for now at least. Anyone who didn't come by, I'll go find them later." He shifted his weight for a moment before jumping into things. "I know all of you are feeling weird. Heightened sense of smell, heightened hearing, things like that," he said looking around the room. "Maybe even some tweaks to your personality, and you're probably all running a fever. I know because I'm going through the same thing." He smiled again, feeling more like the doctor and standing up a little straighter. They will listen to you. They need you. The voice was in the back of his head reassured him. "I've looked through everything and the answer, it's strange. But things are strange these days. Any of us who saw the zombies know that. That said. I think we're werewolves. Or we will be turning into them. It explains the quick healing, it explains the senses all of it. It's ridiculous, but there's been other weird things happening. It's not just us." He shrugged a little. "That said, you can believe me or not. I can't prove it one way or another. But I can tell you that there's people out there that want to keep us in line. They'll hunt us if we step out of line, just like they did the zombies. We need to prepare. We need to stick together." | ||||||||
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August 3rd, 2013
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| Who: Lochlan & Pat (later Eily) When: Morning (just before discharge) Where: Hospital Warnings: violence/language Lochlan had slept fitfully, tossing off the sheets a nurse or a family member had pulled up on him as he slept. He was hot and his dreams were blood-soaked. He’d been awake several times through the night walking out of the room, trying to cool off somehow. It had been futile and so when he heard the morning sounds of the hospital waking up, he groaned and sat up in his bed. He was grumpy, something he almost never felt, but right now he sort of wanted to bite something and chew. Maybe he could order a steak for breakfast. He was just getting up to find out when his eyes caught on his cousin in the next bed. He’d known the man was there but just now it was annoying to see him. Not to mention smell him so strongly. “When are they coming to finally bathe you, stinky?” he grumbled. That was not what he wanted to hear this morning. Patrick, half because of Lochlan's noisiness and half because his dreams were nearly as bad, hadn't slept either. He'd fought snapping at Lochlan and every so often would let out a passive-aggressive grumble in the middle of the night for the other man to shut up, but now? Now Lochlan was just asking for it. "Don't you fucking start with me, you smell like a dumpster." ( don't get in between two angry werewolves ) | ||||||||
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July 17th, 2013
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| Who: Patrick and Lochlan Where:Hospital, their room When:late afternoon/early evening ( It begins ) | ||||||||
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| Who: Darcy and Patrick When: midday Where: Hospital, Patrick’s room ( of all sorts ) | ||||||||
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July 14th, 2013
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| Who: Eily and Patrick When: Morningish Where: Hospital Warnings: Language ( Post-attack ) | ||||||||
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July 6th, 2013
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| Who: Patrick and Micah Where: The Hospital When: Late He’d been in and out of consciousness ever since they’d got him into the car. He’d dropped off for a while and when he woke up he found himself alone in a teeny tiny room, blood still all over him but starting to dry in places that weren’t attached to his wound. He groaned in pain and forced his eyes open, the first thought that went through his head going directly to Eily and the level of her safety. Was she safe? Where the hell was he, anyway? If he didn’t know, how could he find his sister? ( And probably not the last ) | ||||||||
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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 15th, 2013
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| Who: Reagan & Patrick When: afternoonish Where:Out, then the pub ( On the auction bid ) | ||||||||
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