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May you enjoy your trip.

ROLL CALL! I'm here!

Excellent

Dice believes opportunities falls into his lap, the meeting with the inmate proves it. His luck is working. I am enjoying this game, and while sad at the loss of players, I am still here. We are still here. We can easily replace them if desired.

"I knew something like this would happen, we're off to see the wizard," Micheal thought as he walked towards the obviously magical mirror. With one glance back at the staffroom door, he stepped through the mirror with his eyes closed.

Work In. Progress Age: 16 Appearance: Henry Cole is a young wiry black man of American nationality. Pick an archetype from this list (see subsequent posts for explanations): Spirit Wrangler  High Concept: Wizard Conjurer Trouble: No restrictions. If this is a person, expect the game to involve them a lot. Additional aspects: You may, but are not required to, craft up to 2 additional aspects. Skills: Use the Fate Accelerated Approaches--Careful, Clever, Forceful, Flashy, Quick, Sneaky. One gets +3, two get +2, two get +1, and one gets +0. Fate points: You get 2 Fate points to start with. The points can be spent on stunts or kept. Stunts: You get 2 free stunts. Backstory: Not required. Include one if you want. No more than a few paragraphs, please.  

Will to resist his arguments.

We'll get by.

I don't think you can. I never found a way.

On death's ground ... FIGHT! Michael knew he was going to die as the demon walked closer and closer. She stopped us and mutilated the body we were trying to save. Michael's breath caught in his chest. He didn't want to die. He wanted to build computer programs, to work on AI, to find the love of his life and have many computer loving kids with her. But there was no way he could stand against those claws, and what she did to the guard. Tears filled his eyes as he raised his fists for one last battle. Tears filled his eyes as he prepared for death. He drew back for a swing when she turned around and walked away.   Michael, the dark skinned negro, looked at her as she walked away, bewildered until the corpse spoke. By all rights it should have been a corpse but it told them to head towards the staff room. This was a lost cause. Those who didn't run were dead ... or worse. Michael looked at his helper. He then ran towards the staff room. He ran into the room and closed the door behind his chubby helper.    He began to shake. It began with a faint tremor, then he shook. He ran to the farthest corner from the door and crouched, trembling, shaking violently. A lady suggested going outside to face that thing, he was just about to say no when she changed her mind. His partner in rescue spoke in a language he didn't understand.   In a shaky voice, "She turned those people to mud. Those claws. It was horrible," He stopped, and thought for a moment and continued with, "that thing is magic. Something sent it away when we were fighting it. It cast a magic spell on it. Just like in the fantasy books I read. There is a wizard on our side, helping us. The wizard could only help some of us."   Michael then stared at the door and trembled.

I'm here too, waiting is ok. 

Henry slowly walks the hallways, the yard, all over the allowed areas measuring them. He listens to others speak but that is not what he is after. He wants a reasonable map of the establishment. He wants to guess at the size of the areas that are unseen. Specifically, he wants to guess at where the emergency generators are as well as the incoming power lines. This place runs on power as it has to and if the power goes out, there has to be emergency power stations. He will find it by reverse engineering the design of the overall base, treating it as a gigantic machine.

"These people were attacked by decaying creatures. The only decaying things I know of are Zombies, and the like, dead things brought back to life. I saw some of what happened. As to the others, I don't know if they are infected yet though I think not. Get the town's leaders, we need to talk." With that Henry checks the other men on the wagon to make sure there are no other cases festering. He then returns to the injured man and using his skill in Lore, determines whether or not he knows of herbs and poultices that could help versus zombie bites and claws.

Dice knows he is average, but he won't abide a leader who doesn't agree with him, he will ignore them and do his own thing.

Henry finishes his meal quickly and walks to where the doors opened and examines the location. He then measures in steps the entire cafeteria, length and width. He touches the walls. In all his efforts he is trying to find a reason for their power loss. OOCContent...I know he will fail, it is what he does.