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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on May 14, 2013 16:16:15 GMT -8
Currently occupied by Wolf and Molly.
(Other changes will be made, as we learn exactly how many people are in the enclave and how many cots they really need in the room.)
The room is on the second floor and has a door that opens on to a screened in porch. The glass in that door is boarded over and two bars cross it, one above the knob, one below.
The room is sparsely furnished, with four Army cots (scavenged from a defunct homeless shelter) arranged around two chested drawers and an armoire. The bed has long since been removed to make room for the extra cots.
The private bathroom provides chamber pot privacy and serves as extra storage for supplies.
One of the cots is appointed with three large pillows and silk sheets. Two metal ammo boxes sit underneath of it, each adorned with a large padlock.
There is also a nice rocking chair facing out the back window.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on May 14, 2013 16:26:34 GMT -8
Wolf entered the room and glanced around casually. Nobody was home.
He set his precious cargo on his cot and unlocked one of the ammo crates. He dismantled the bundle and reassembled it for storage, each bottle being wrapped individually in fabric, then being placed into the metal box.
Bottle One: Egon Muller-Scharzhof Scharzhofberger Riesling Trockenbeerenauslese 1989
Bottle Two: Joh. Jos. Prum Wehlener Sonnenuhr Riesling Trockenbeerenauslese 1959
Bottle Three: Chivas Regal Royal Salute, 50-year
Bottle Four: Glenfarclas 1955, 50-year
Before stashing the last bottle, he opened it, took a long smell from the neck, then poured a few fingers into an old-fashioned glass that he produced from under the cot.
He locked everything back up and walked to the back window and looked down on the barnyard. The goats had already finished off the apples and were snooting around for anything they might have missed.
He chuckled and took a slow sip from his glass. He let out a contented sigh and settled in to an antique rocking chair he had brought up from the common room in the first week. He watched the goats with amusement and sipped idly at his Scotch.[/i]
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on May 25, 2013 22:43:06 GMT -8
Wolf had managed several hours of uninterrupted sleep. His muted hammer and bell wind-up alarm clock went off around 11:30 and he got up to get ready for his shift.
He was dressed and just strapping on his knife when one of the lights came on outside. He froze. He didn't want to deal with it and, frankly, it wasn't his shift yet. Whose was it?[/i]
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Post by Dr. Jar on May 26, 2013 12:34:49 GMT -8
The light clicks on audibly, and floods the dark street.
In the night, the two hear many noises of various creatures, despite a barrier being present beyond. This sound seems different, however. A soft snicker-snicker of feet like a large dog, if they choose to listen.
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Post by DKender on Jun 2, 2013 21:22:07 GMT -8
Later that night, after much excitement, Molly slipped into the empty room, wrapped in a quilt. She flopped onto a spare cot and drifted to sleep.[/i]
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 3, 2013 6:40:30 GMT -8
Morning breaks, and light streams into the room. It had gone on, apparently uneventfully.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jun 3, 2013 11:29:42 GMT -8
Wolf rolled in around sun-up, having been properly relieved of his duties. He had slept well the day before and had only been up for about eight hours at this point.
Still, a short nap would be good before he ran any errands. He pulled his boots off in the hall to avoid making a bunch of racket when people weren't quite awake yet.
He spotted Molly with half her limbs hanging off the side of the cot. An amused look crossed his face momentarily, then his face screwed up a bit. Without all the makeup and with the complete relaxation of sleep, she looked super young and it made Wolf feel super creepy.
He set his boots down by his cot and slid out an old-fashioned glass. He produced a bottle of the Johnnie Walker Blue Label (the "cheap" stuff) and poured a few fingers. He stowed the liquor away again and tossed back the beverage. His kingdom for some ice.
He stashed the glass and disappeared into the "bathroom". He used some of the bucket water to wash his face and neck, and again on his wounded hand.
The wound wasn't that bad, but he figured he could milk a little attention out of it. He changed into his silk pyjamas, neatly folded his day clothes, and returned to the room.
He set his alarm and then crawled under his D. Porthault top sheet for a quick nap. He was super excited that his home had gone largely untouched for the first few weeks, so that he was able to return for some luxury items, securing the best of the best in the walk-in safe for later retrieval. Among those items were these bespoke Egyptian cotton sheets that he had paid over $1500 for. It sure made sleeping on an Army cot much more comfortable.
As he drifted off to sleep, he thought about the time his family had lived out of the trunk of their Ford Fairlane for the better part of a summer. The East Bay weather was particularly brutal that summer. A set of these sheets might have made that almost bearable.
He smiled and his eyelids fluttered as he slipped into REM sleep.[/i]
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Post by DKender on Jun 3, 2013 17:28:59 GMT -8
When she couldn't ignore the morning anymore, Molly rolled off the cot. She blinked drowsily and started shuffling to the door, pausing only long enough to glance at Wolf. She hoped he didn't see her hideous Bride of Frankenstein morning hair.
Oh, the man was sleeping. Good. He needed rest to heal quickly! Molly tip-toed from the room.[/i]
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 3, 2013 17:48:24 GMT -8
Molly could smell the smell of..well, eggs, fresh vegetables and canned meat before her, waiting for her downstairs.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jun 19, 2013 5:24:32 GMT -8
Later, that evening...[/i] Wolf busted in and ran to his cot. He got out his gun and knife and jammed them into his pockets.
When he got up to leave, he saw that someone was out on the patio. The door wasn't locked or barred.
He ran to the door and saw Anya outside.[/i]
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jul 2, 2013 21:56:02 GMT -8
The following morning...[/i] Wolf came in and tossed his dirty clothes in a pile. He'd have to dispose of them later, for now...
He disappeared into the bathroom for a bit and came out clean, with wet hair sticking out in all directions. He smoothed his silk pyjamas and sat down on his cot.
Sure that nobody was with him, he produced and shot down a small glass of scotch. He didn't enjoy it much. He needed some cheaper stuff for days like this. He put the bottle and glass away, then curled himself into his fancy sheets and drifted off into fitful sleep.[/i]
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jul 3, 2013 20:45:37 GMT -8
A few hours later...[/i] Wolf sat up and stretched until he had a headrush from all the blood running to his muscles. He stumbled slightly, but didn't lose it.
He folded his sheets neatly, then disappeared into the bathroom, coming out dressed in clean clothes a few minutes later.[/i]
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Sept 12, 2013 19:48:53 GMT -8
Wolf woke up pretty early, looking pretty perky. He cleaned up in the bathroom and then dressed "down" with some plaid slacks, a fitted pink button down, gray skinny-tie, Ferragamos, and a conspicuous-looking watch.
He popped downstairs and came up a few minutes later with a couple mugs of coffee, one made up with non-dairy creamer and the other made up just the way Molly liked it. He set it down on the nightstand near her cot.
They never did get the refugees they thought they would and he was thinking that maybe it was time to store the cots and get a few actual beds in here.
He settled into his rocking chair by the back window. He sipped his coffee and waited for Molly to wake.[/i]
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Post by DKender on Sept 13, 2013 19:17:36 GMT -8
When she could help it, Molly never woke before 10 PM. In the ideal world, she'd sleep until well past noon. Unfortunately, even before the apocalypse, she had morning commitments. It just wasn't fair - a writer like Molly shouldn't have to conform to society's diurnal motions. It ruined her creative process.
She peeked out from under her quilt and noticed the coffee. [/i] "Is this for me? You remembered how I like it!" With cinnamon! [/i]"It tastes better than the expensive stuff I always bought." Wrapped in blankets, she shuffled over to Wolf and leaned against the wall near the window. [/i]"I was a patron of the arts. The baristas drew pretty little things in my steamed milk. There was this cutie goth who'd put ghosts in my latte. I hope he's living large, wherever he is. King of the dead, maybe. Wouldn't that be fabulous?" She eyed Wolf's outfit. It made her anxious to change into something more fashionable than a t-shirt, boxers, and quilt. [/i]"Someday, I'll wake up before you do. How do you take your coffee?"
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Sept 14, 2013 9:28:10 GMT -8
"Just a single packet of creamer. There's a stockpile in the pantry, I brought a mess back from a few restaurants in those first weeks; nobody else was desperate enough to take it in those early days. Still, gotta ration it, to be sure." He took a sip, then inhaled sharply between his teeth.[/i] "Bitter and nasty, but better than nothing." "So, I was thinking we could go get some more apples. There might be some ripe ones and definitely enough borderline ones for a Pie-apalooza..." He looked tentative for a second.[/i] "And there's some stuff I need to clear up."He took a long sip from his coffee.[/i]
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