[identity profile] blueisboring.livejournal.com
The roads in Kansas are, right now, the best kept roads in the world. The road approaching the Cooper Farm is no exception, and for a driver who's been struggling with a lot of snowed in roads before crossing Safe Zone borders, it's a welcome relief.

Thought it might be a little less welcome for the passengers, as speeds pick up and confidence breeds recklessness even in these conditions. But the green Sedan skids only a little bit as it halts in front of the farm, and three people and a dog bundle out.

Three and a half people. Under Ai-Ling's bright red duffel coat, the curve of a pregnancy approaching the end of its second trimester can be clearly made out.

"We're here," she announces, needlessly.

[OOC: Three pups, three muns, three timezones. Post is OPEN but slowtimes inevitable.]
[identity profile] littlemiki.livejournal.com
Miki is sitting in a tent, in a field recently cleansed of zombie raptors, wearing a huge grin and nothing else.

He's inside! It's decent!

On the other hand ... Ai-Ling has vanished, and that's worrying enough to make him reluctantly reach for his trousers in preparation for tracking her down. It wasn't just a dream that he found her, was it?

... was it?

Someone is getting boomeranged-in-the-head if it was, anyway. Miki sighs, ties up his pants, slings his boomerang onto his back and emerges from his tent.
[identity profile] littlegal-lost.livejournal.com
Jordan was very politely giving her traveling companion time alone with the guy they'd just found who is apparently her husband.

'Very politely' meaning she walked a mile or so down the road, played fetch with Journey, went through a few training exercises, and tried to see if her hunting dog could actually do any hunting.

That takes a while. But once Jordan realizes Journey can find the animals but sucks at actually catching them, she quickly devises a sort of system that gets the dog to show her which direction to point her gun in and shoots.

A few hours later, she's awfully proud of herself. Journey is chowing down on some trailmix and there are two rabbits hung by the ears over a makeshift rack while Jordan makes up a fire. She wouldn't have killed so many but she has a feeling Ai-Ling and Miki will be pretty hungry by the time they drag themselves out of his tent.
[identity profile] littlemiki.livejournal.com
Somewhere, there is a road. It is by a field. In that field, there is a leather tent.

In that field, also, there are some raptors. You've seen Jurassic Park? Those raptors.

Except that they're dead. Obviously dead. The word 'zombie' might be applied without being too insane.

And also in that field, in that tent, is Miki, who is sleeping peacefully and unaware of the zombie raptor doom about to wake him sharply.

UT-OHS.
[identity profile] blueisboring.livejournal.com
Jordan and Ai-Ling did, eventually, find a workable motor vehicle; a dark green Sedan car that must have been conveniently flashed in recently, from its relative newness and working condition. They strapped Jordan's new push bike to the trunk and headed towards Kansas.

Ai-ling hasn't turned out to be a natural driver. The car's workings are counter-inuitive to her and she needs things explaining a post-industrial person would take for granted.

She is, however, dedicated to learning, and there's not a lot more to expect from a student, so she's soon capable at least of keeping them moving along an empty desert road.

Shatter EP

Mar. 9th, 2009 10:09 am
[identity profile] littlegal-lost.livejournal.com
A few hours of walking north of the Grand Canyon, there is a FLASH followed by a BANG with the immediate appearance of a small, skinny teenager standing where nothing had been standing before. She freezes, dark eyes tracking this way and that, the quickness of the motion the only clue to her panic.

Then, a few feet away, there's a FLASH followed by a BANG with the immediate appearance of a large, floppy bloodhound in mid-distressed bark.

A bark which rapidly transforms into a yap of contentment as it spots the girl and trots toward her, long ears flapping.

Jordan Harper grins at her dog, but it only lasts for a moment. While she scratches the creature's ears, she looks around at the desolate bit of land she landed in.

Nothing that can do this, in her experience, should or could be ignored.
[identity profile] neraiutsu.livejournal.com
For the past day or two, ever since he stopped by the Cooper farm and got his car fixed up, Neil has been driving aimlessly around Kansas and the surrounding area.

He's usually happy to stop for a chat. There really isn't that much to do around here except talk to strangers.
alwaysroomforhope: (sneaky steph is sneaky!)
[personal profile] alwaysroomforhope
Steph is in the barn, sneakily going over her bike and wondering when Sokka will work out she's putting the occasional rock in the engine just to make him frustrated.

Boys are fun to tease.

So; short blonde in jeans and tank top, greasy to the elbows, half buried under her bike.

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