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gideon ames ([personal profile] transferswitch) wrote in [community profile] stateofdecay2024-10-19 10:23 am

OCTOBER THUNDERSTORM

Thunderstorm
A thunderstorm is rolling into the area. The residents of the Quad prepare to weather out the storm, as zombie activity becomes erratic from the thunderclaps and lightning.

Friday Oct. 19: the community is asked to come and help the Container Fort prepare for the inclement weather.

Saturday Oct. 20: Blythe Ferry, Courtney Slaughter and Natalie Stokes are trapped overnight at Lundegaard during the storm.
Whitney Field
Muddy fields and high speed winds keep everyone inside.
Container Fort.
Close quarters as everyone shelters in their shipping containers.
Prescott Fire Station.
Round up the horses and draw those big garage shutters.
Lundegaard Lumber.
Get all the animals inside and hope the crops aren't too damaged.
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CONTAINER FORT: Angel & Carter

[personal profile] fixeddown 2024-10-20 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
Carter and Beau's container is one of the homiest-looking, due to their own efforts and the fact they advocated extremely hard for a pretty view. Even their camp lanterns have shades to soften the light, adding to a gentle ambience in the room. Carter herself is sitting in front of a little mirror, brushing her hair for the first time today. She gives Angel an easy smile when she comes in, though. Any of the Fort members are welcome, at any time.

"Of course. Get in here. Beau will be right back." She secures the tarp, then the door behind Angel, and immediately provides her with a dry towel. Not stained, maybe getting a little rough with age, but smelling of dried flowers, the way all Carter's laundry does. "Is it a fight that needs to be broken up?"
Edited (undecided re hole in wall window) 2024-10-20 04:18 (UTC)
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CONTAINER FORT: Angel & Carter

[personal profile] liftmeup 2024-10-23 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Noooo," she sighs, dragging out the vowel as she awkwardly accepts the towel and begins drying her curls. It smells so nice. It reminds her of the soap her grandma kept in her bathroom. It was shaped like seashells, and she was told to never actually use it. "It's just their normal whatever. They can't decide which one of them wants to sleep on what half of the bunkbed they want to be on. Meanwhile, the rest of us are sleeping on the floor."