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I didn't know if it was your intention. But there are two Indigenous American tribe reservations in Deltaville Virginia surrounding area. That's way cool if it's coincidence.

Wounds: 0/4 | Fatigue: 0/2 | Bennies: 3/3 Location: Inside Delta Pie | Conditions/Effects: None As Madde introduces herself, London returns her friendly smile, grateful for the chance to make a new acquaintance in this bustling pizza joint. "Nice to meet you, Madde," he says warmly, extending his hand for a handshake. "I'm London." As they exchange pleasantries, London shares a brief glimpse into his life in Deltaville. "I'm on Virginia's G3 program for Exercise Science at Rappahannock Community College," he explains, his tone tinged with a hint of pride. "I live on a nearby farm owned by my uncle." His expression grows more somber as he continues, recounting the challenges he's faced since his time in the USMC. "My aptitude test scores aren't good enough for University of Richmond after my accident," he admits, his voice trailing off momentarily. "But I'm determined to make the most of my situation and get back on track." With a sudden burst of energy, London gives a hearty shout of "Hoorah!" expressing his dutiful service in the military. "I did extremely well prior to it," he continues, his tone turning more introspective. "But I lost my... my, my memory." He chuckles, though there's a hint of sadness behind his laughter. "Yeah, my memory and got medically discharged with full disabled benefits of a sergeant. I lost a few of my good friends along with my memory in that overseas helicopter accident." London's candor catches him off guard, and he quickly tries to lighten the mood. "Sorry," he apologizes sheepishly. "I tend to forget how to moderate myself in social circles. Anyhow, I'm getting rehabilitated to get better like I was previously. But it's like starting all over." Despite the weight of his words, London finds himself drawn to Madde, admiring her fitness and vitality. "I can't drive yet. Nor drink," he admits with a rueful smile. "But during the summer, I usually work at Planet Fitness. Where do you go here for your workouts?"

I'm pushing London's limits for social interaction. I often want to play a pc with similarities to ASD/autism/functional Asperger's but have opted to refrain, since I don't professionally study it and don't want to offend anyone. London's reticular activating system filters things that he identifies with himself. He's athletic outdoorsy type and wouldn't cue from anything on television. His attention span is weak. So, he is less likely to initiate any conversation. Some players may be waiting on more exposition from ST/GM to progress the story. BUT now it is evident with OOC message, players can begin entering more RP. TBH, my 4 other PbP games are slow af. The TWDU RPG PbP hasn't past session 0 which started before this game. I pay for 1 PbP, and we post daily albeit I'm the only player remaining. My Buffy the Vampire Slayer game is almost 2 years, and we just got to our first boss encounter. (This campaign is equivalent of 3 live sessions over the course of the PbP campaign.

Wounds: 0/4 | Fatigue: 0/2 | Bennies: 3/3 Location: Inside Delta Pie (sitting at table for 6)| Conditions/Effects: None Feeling a sense of disappointment as he realizes his Marine buddies are likely not going to make it, London glances around the crowded restaurant. His gaze falls upon the small blonde girl with a foreign accent, who had asked for a table of 5 earlier. With a resigned sigh, he decides to take action. Leaving his backpack to save his table of 6, London approaches the girl with a polite smile. "Hi there," he says, catching her attention. "I overheard you were looking for a reserved table. I have a spot over there, because the people I was expecting are going to be a no-show. You're welcome to have it if you'd like." As he waits for her response, London's mind wanders briefly to the university gym and the familiar faces he's seen there. "By the way," he adds, trying to make conversation, "aren't you in the Athletics department? I'm pretty sure I've seen you at the university gym." Unbeknownst to London, earlier, when Madde first entered Delta Pie, she had made a friendly remark about his trail mix. However, lost in his thoughts and anxious about his late Marine colleagues and the three cute college girls he had invited, London was oblivious to Madde's humorous remark.

My bad. I'm really poor at reading comprehension. I apologize, NorthOfOrdinary. I remember her making a dry remark. London is oblivious to humor in most social situations. I'll include some RP to slow react to Madde.

There's a person from reddit inquiring if it's not too late to join as a player.

Planet Fitness 6509 Market Dr, Gloucester, VA 23061 I didn't really pick any particular place for Uncle Bob's estate. I guess I'll choose close farm as London would ride a bicycle to commute around there. 15873 General Puller Hwy, Deltaville, VA 23043

Hit Points: 10/10 | Luck: 35/35 | Sanity: 65/65 Location: Campus Security Office | Conditions/Effects: None "Thank you, Mr. Loggins, but we're quite alright without refreshments," Christa Linda replied politely, declining his offer with a gracious smile. She shifted slightly in her seat, her posture relaxed yet poised, exuding an air of self-assurance. As she glanced at Mr. Loggins, her curiosity piqued, and she inquired about his relationship with the late Professor Gellman. "Did you know him long?" she asked, her tone gentle yet probing, her eyes searching his face for any hint of familiarity or connection. Meanwhile, Luna, one of Christa Linda's dogs, began to whimper softly, her usual behavior being calm and composed. Christa's attention was drawn to Luna's direction, and she followed the gaze of her faithful companion, noting something unusual. Her surprise was evident when she noticed someone locked in the jail cell nearby. "I didn't know you held criminals in here," she remarked, her voice tinged with a hint of concern. Christa's gaze flickered between the locked cell and Mr. Loggins, a sense of unease settling over her as she tried to ascertain if the individual in the cell was the same deranged man who had caused a disturbance at the wake. With a growing sense of apprehension, Christa Linda couldn't shake the feeling of being unsafe in the midst of this unexpected turn of events.

Hit Points: 10/10 | Luck: 35/35 | Sanity: 65/65 Location: Campus Security Office | Conditions/Effects: None "Mr. Loggins," Christa Linda spoke gently, her tone respectful yet firm. "While I appreciate your assistance in this matter, I believe it's best for us to maintain a professional relationship moving forward. Therefore, I would prefer to address you as Mr. Loggins rather than by your first name." She paused briefly, allowing her words to sink in before continuing. "Please understand that this decision is not a reflection of any lack of respect or appreciation for your expertise. Rather, it's simply a matter of personal preference and professional decorum." Christa Linda's expression remained composed and her demeanor conveying both courtesy and clarity in her communication. Sophia, her assistant, nodded subtly in acknowledgment. Her reaction was one of professionalism, seamlessly adapting to Christa Linda's preferences without hesitation or surprise. "Mr. Loggins, allow me to elaborate on my connection with Professor Gellman," Christa Linda began, her voice soft yet earnest. "He wasn't just a casual acquaintance or colleague. In fact, he served as my private tutor during my breaks from the bustling world of Hollywood." She paused, a fond smile gracing her lips as she reminisced. "Since the age of twelve, Professor Gellman was responsible for providing me with accelerated home-schooled learning. Even though I've only recently enrolled in university for graduate studies, my relationship with him dates back much further." Christa Linda's gaze grew distant for a moment before refocusing on Mr. Loggins. "You see, I would often pay Professor Gellman late-night visits every other day whenever I found myself bored or restless," she explained. "He had a remarkable way of igniting my curiosity and enthusiasm for learning, as if I were a young child again, possessed by wonderment." A sense of passion infused her words as she continued. "Our conversations transcended the realm of academia; they delved into the depths of philosophy, art, and literature. Through his guidance and mentorship, my academic studies seemed almost effortless, fueled by a boundless sense of passion and curiosity."

Wounds: 0/4 | Fatigue: 0/2 | Bennies: 3/3 Location: Inside Delta Pie (sitting at table for 6)| Conditions/Effects: None As London sits at the table in Delta Pie, his mind drifts back to the events of the past two years. The tragic crash that changed his life forever flash through his mind, accompanied by a pang of guilt for being the sole survivor. Despite the passage of time, the scars, both physical and emotional, still linger, a constant reminder of the price he paid for his service. Feeling a mix of anticipation and anxiety, London shifts in his seat, glancing at the entrance of the restaurant every few seconds in search of his friends from the Corps. He longs for their familiar presence, hoping that their camaraderie will provide a brief respite from the weight of his memories. London sits at the table in Delta Pie, his mind drifting back to a fond memory of a previous meetup with Jake and Ryan. It was a warm summer evening last year, and they had decided to meet up at their favorite spot. As London recalls the details of that day, a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the water, and laughter filled the air as they shared stories and jokes, their camaraderie unbreakable despite the passage of time. Jake and Ryan had wasted no time in ordering drinks, the clink of glasses echoing through the bustling restaurant. With a chuckle, Jake had turned to London and had asked, "So when do you finally turn 21, buddy? It feels like you've been waiting forever." London remembers laughing and shaking his head. "Not much longer now," he had replied. "Just another year until I can join you guys in celebrating properly." Jake had brought his guitar along, and they spent the evening singing songs and reminiscing about their time in the USMC. For a few precious hours, the weight of London's memories and struggles faded into the background, replaced by the simple joy of being in the company of good friends. As the memory fades, London's attention returns to the present, where he still waits for Jake and Ryan to arrive. Despite his reserved nature and the challenges he's faced since the crash, London knows that he's fortunate to have friends like Jake and Ryan who are skilled at forming quick relationships and seeing past his initial aloofness. Though he may not be the type to actively pursue making friends, London's admirable traits shine through once someone gets to know him. And as he waits for his Marine buddies to arrive, he's grateful for the bond they share and the memories they've created together.

I have 5 PbP games not including this one. I finished a weekly live text Chronicles of Darkness/God-Machine game last night after 36x 4-hour sessions. I got a happy ending; it is rare for me that an online game has a formal conclusion. My Buffy the Vampire Slayer PbP is almost 2-years old started before the OG to new myth-weavers format has finally reached the first boss encounter. It's been the equivalent of 2-3x 4-hour live sessions. That game is really slow; we had only 2 players drop from the get-go. I try to keep occupied. I love zombie survival setting games. Online games are normally aren't as reliable unless you pay for them. Hopefully, Laird_Thorne is okay and just busy in RL. They haven't been in communication with any of their games here on myth-weavers since April 4th. Today is April 17th. They visited myth-weavers less than a day ago. Well, I wish everyone is doing well in all their endeavors until we get to play together soon. Thank you for letting me share my gaming experiences.

Hit Points: 10/10 | Luck: 35/35 | Sanity: 65/65 Location: Campus Security Office | Conditions/Effects: None After Chief Williams handed her the ticket, Christa Linda glanced over it with a mixture of annoyance and resignation, noting the university seal and the stern wording. As she folded the ticket and tucked it into her purse, she overheard mention of a competent lawyer among the gentlemen present. Turning to her assistant, Sophia, Christa Linda inquired about the lawyer's identity. Sophia quickly directed her to Herman P. Loggins, whose reputation preceded him as a reliable legal counsel. With a nonchalant demeanor, Christa Linda approached Mr. Loggins, still wearing her sunglasses, and introduced herself and Sophia. "Good morning, Mr. Loggins," she began, her tone polite yet assertive. "I'm Ms. Christa Linda, and this is my assistant, Sophia." She gestured towards her animal companions with a subtle nod, introducing them by name. "This is Luna, Rocky, Daisy, and Merlin." As Sophia handed Mr. Loggins her business card, Christa Linda observed the details printed on it. The card displayed Sophia's contact information, including a phone number and address, along with a professional logo representing her services. "I'm in need of new legal services," Christa Linda continued, her voice carrying a note of determination. "While I typically prefer to keep a low profile, I felt compelled to pay my respects to our mutual acquaintance, Professor Gellman." She paused, her expression serious. "I aim to avoid any future fines imposed by the authorities, which would only consume valuable time for my personal assistant. Are you available?"

META: Spot Hidden clue My guess is the person locked up in the drunk tank is a pyrokinetic, responsible for the burnt building, and may have incinerated some small rodent in his cell. I wonder if Alexander St. Cloud has any points in Cthulhu Mythos. Christa has little if no points in Spot Hidden or Listen. Convenient ignorance or predisposed to surprise?

Kaia had been in front of the Pie for a few minutes before entering, making time for one last cigarette before dinner. She'd walked the whole way, nearly two miles, from the one hotel in town (the Deltaville Dockside Inn). The friend who had brought her to town had already moved on their way and the other that was meant to pick her up wouldn't be in for another couple of days. Even these minorly tough circumstances hadn't convinced Kaia to put a great deal of effort into anything, though. She'd walked those two miles in flip-flops, black-and-white checkered pajama bottoms, and a Stanford t-shirt she'd permanently borrowed from someone ages ago. Despite the utter lack of effort in dressing herself, she had at least bothered with makeup, albeit a fairly minimal routine, and her hair was just so, even if the style was intentionally messy. Even her least degree of caring included at least that much. On the way over she'd dealt with an annoying amount of mosquitos, a random dog that somebody hadn't bothered to keep leashed, and a lot of people who weren't used to pedestrians. So by the time she made her way into the Pie, she was visibly annoyed, though the effect had been blunted somewhat by her third cigarette of the walk. Stupid town. Stupid Xavier. Things would be a lot simpler if he'd just stayed a couple more days. Now I've got to walk my ass all this way just for a halfway decent meal. Don't know what these hayseeds eat most of the time, but this place is no dining destination. Couldn't even get a damn Uber Eats driver. Oh hey, that's that guy. Kaia skipped the line to grab a takeout menu, then moved back to stand in line and plan her takeout order while she was waiting. She angled herself and held the menu in ways to avoid eye contact with...well, most anybody. But particularly London, who she had met at least once before. When her ears picked up talk of a police response, her eyes went to the TV for a minute or so, but it was just some silly teenage stunt. Whatever. It's pepperoni time.

Align image to the right from edit image option [Ctrl+right click mouse]. I'll maybe have my pc become curious about Kaia from first laid eyes.