[OPEN/PARTY POST] And when you all get shot and try to carry on;

[cursebreaking]

Who: Anyone and everyone who is already a participant or wishes to join the Wonderland resistance! That means you. Yes, you. Get in here!
Where: Fort Dixon-Potter
When: Sunday, 6/15, 9:00 PM and onwards.
Rating: PG by default.
Summary:
The Story:
Sometime before nine o'clock rolls around, those who know their way begin heading towards the resistance hideout in the woods -- or Fort Dixon-Potter, as its come to be known. To any who have been invited to attend but don't quite know how to get there, Daryl Dixon has made himself available to escort people to the meeting, letting people in a few at a time.

Though the resistance's de facto leader is no longer with them, several veteran members have chosen to make use of their resources and bring as many more people into the fold as they can. There's food provided for all who attend: burgers, hot dogs, and other standard cookout fare to be passed around throughout the evening. Notebooks will be handed to all new members, and all will be asked to sign their names on the official roster, for reasons. It's time to discuss how to move forward with Operation: Anti-Jabberwocky. If anyone has questions about the last eight months or so in Wonderland? Now is the time to ask.

((OOC: This log is the follow-up to this post concerning re-organizing the resistance. If you're looking for the full OOC rundown of what the resistance is and how you can use it as a tool ingame, please see the information provided here and here! Feel free to use any of the subthreads below, or start top-levels for your characters as you see fit!))

Comments

Re: OTA

[voiceinthedark]

[This is painful, a bit like Fresher's week at university where you don't know anyone and everyone else seems to be having a much better time than you. It would never have happened in Abel. Everyone knew him in Abel.

There's a woman sitting off at the edge and she looks like she has a couple of bottles of the best social lubricant, and it's got to be better than terrible cheap lager from the off-license that most students had gone to.

He approaches her, looking a bit awkward.]

Uh, I don't suppose you're sharing that? I just got here, like, Wonderland here, not just the party, and I could really use a drink.

[justrunsasaloon]

[ Ellen raises her eyebrows. She'd found a nice table to sit at, but she pours a small glass of something. ]

Here you go kid.

[ She doesn't warn him about the kick of moonshine. ]

I'm Ellen.

[voiceinthedark]

[He positively beams when she pours him a glass and sure, maybe drinking isn't the best way to cope but it's better than attempted suicide via zombie or a PTSD related breakdown.]

Thanks. I'm Sam. Nice to meet you.

[He takes a gulp of the alcohol, eyes widening. It burns, makes his eyes water with the kick of it, but, well, it tastes better than the stuff Ed brews in his tent from whatever they can get their hands on.]

That's good stuff.

[justrunsasaloon]

[ Ellen raises her eyebrows, watching his eyes water. She can’t believe he’s actually drinking it that fast. Most don’t. ]

Thanks. Make it myself.

[voiceinthedark]

It's good! [Definitely strong stuff and he's pretty sure more than one or two would lay him out cold but...] Way better than the stuff at home.

[justrunsasaloon]

[ Ellen raises her eyebrows. ]

You had a still back home?

[voiceinthedark]

[Sam inclines his head looking a little bashful.]

Well, no. We have a water barrel. Something Ed jury rigged because for some reason, Janine decided that alcohol making equipment wasn't top of our supply list.

It's still better than Pepe's British Tequila.

[justrunsasaloon]

[ Ellen cannot believe what she’s hearing. A rain barrel to make hooch? It sounds like something to do in a prison. ]

Do I wanna know what the Tequila is made of?

[voiceinthedark]

God knows. We think it might involve rubbing alcohol though. And that was before the apocalypse.

[justrunsasaloon]

[ Ellen grimaces. She can imagine how bad it could be. ]

Well, hopefully, my moonshine tastes better.

[voiceinthedark]

Oh, it does! It's way better. Been ages since I had a good drink. All the hard spirits get sent to the hospital.

[justrunsasaloon]

What type of apocalypse have you come from?

[ Because there are many types. And if he says Christian, she’s punching an angel. ]

[voiceinthedark]

Zombies. There was a disease and it caused the zombie apocalypse.

[It's surprisingly easy to say. He'd always figured it would be global warming.]

[justrunsasaloon]

Zombies.

[ Nope, she's going to get herself a healthy drink. ]

Not the first apocalypse I've heard of, but at least zombies can be handled.

[voiceinthedark]

[He laughs softly, more bitter than anyone his age has a right to be.]

They killed at least eighty-five percent of the population of the planet. Probably closer to ninety-five percent. We're not handling it. We're surviving, but that's it.

[justrunsasaloon]

Stake 'em. Silver stakes, back in the ground, keeps 'em in place.

[ She grimaces. ]

Sorry, that's what we have to do back home. Not sure what your zombies need.

[voiceinthedark]

[Silver stakes. He bites his lip to keep from giving too incredulous a laugh.]

Bullets. Baseball bat to the head. But there are millions of them in the UK alone. That's a lot of weapons we don't have.

[justrunsasaloon]

[ Ellen shrugs. ]

I can teach you how to make ‘em if you want. That and gunpowder. Not that hard.

[voiceinthedark]

Really? That would be amazing. Self sufficiency is kind of an important thing at home.

[justrunsasaloon]

It’s not hard. I teach it as part of my lore classes. Feel free to stop by some morning. It’s in the bar.

[voiceinthedark]

Alright. That sounds pretty cool. I can manage that. Thanks.

[justrunsasaloon]

Not a problem. Bar’s on the fifth floor.

[voiceinthedark]

I'll get up there sometime. Thanks.