(ALT) Day 3

[Ward]

The Weather in the morning it is 54% F mostly cloudy Clearing up by 11
High for the Day is 60% F.


So what is happening 11:30
Romulus Augustulus Gose Craze and chases his movey star Clone wife out of his tent into the main campsite she has had her clothing riped off her and he is only wearing his boats and waving a 9mm Auto around he opens fire on her and hits and wounds 2 other people and kills a young Girl before he finly shoots his wife 3 times . IronYuppie who has just gotten her new baby asleep takes him down ,

At 14:00 hrs a group of older children find a patch of squash that covers over 6 acers of land . This is in the SW about a mile from the campsite.

16:00 hrs the scouts still moving north near were the new city will be were ambushed by a native hunting party . One of them was injured by the natives before they were able to get away .

[Forum Lurker]

At approximately 11:32, Forum Lurker begins learning about trauma surgery and triage; given the availability of an actual surgeon and numerous paramedics, this hopefully consists of standing back and occasionally handing over a tool.

[Flocculencio]

Flocc and Matt had been building up a basis of comunication with the representative Helaku has sent up to investigate them. His name was Ahmick, the same warrior who had fed Betsy yesterday and so far he had proved to be a quick learner.

After the first wary hour he had seemed to reach the decision that Matt was, in fact, merely a rather strange human and had begun including him in the rudimentary sign-language conversation that they were conducting. Besides sign languages, he had also picked up quite a few words such as "horse" and "tent". The two uptimers had tried learning a few Miwok terms but the fluid and complex language was pretty hard to grasp and Ahmick could not hide his amusement at their pronunciation.

He had been extremely thrilled to recieve a pair of sunglasses from Matt, after the ranger had ostentatiously put on and removed his own pair to show that they weren't dangerous.

Flocc had opened one of the packets of biscuits in his MREs and though Ahmick had politely eaten one it was clear that he didn't think much of it. Flocc didn't blame him- the Singaporean MREs he had brought along were generally even worse than the American ones the rest of the rangers used. Excusing himself with a bow (this rather courtly gesture seemed to have become the favoured greeting and farewell between the Rangers and the Miwok) Ahmick trotted down to the village, returning with an armful of oysters.

He and Flocc dug in eagerly but the warrior looked quizzically at Matt, clearly inviting him to partake of the bounty.

Flocc glanced apprehensively at both of them.

"Well..." said Matt with a sigh and a smile, "Here goes nothing."

"You do realise that my medic skills are limited to CPR and basic trauma management?" said Flocc, "If you get an anaphylactic reaction there's no way I can treat that."

"Guess, I'll just have to take one for the team. Tell the rest I died heroically," Matt replied, only half-joking as he shucked an oyster open and swallowed the contents.

Some time later as the three contemplated the pile of empty oyster shells, Matt realised that he wasn't breaking out in hives.

"Well, I'll be damned," he said to the still tense Flocc, "Looks like the ASBs must have cleared up our allergies too."

[Matt]

"I'd have hives by now. Shellfish hits me pretty bad. Or least it did." Matt explained. "Mind you, I still don't like it all that much, but you gotta do what you gotta do."

Ahmick looked at him quizically, as if for an explaination of what the uptimers were saying.

"Badgon?" he asked. This time the two uptimers were confused. Sensing this Ahmick begun miming eathing the shellfish, and pretended to whez.

"Yes!" they both explained, shaking their heads to make him understand.

"They must have a few with a shellfish allergy too. Happens in populations that eat more of it. For some reason." Flocc reasoned.

"You're the doc, not me."

Matt took a swing from his canteen, and then offered it to Ahmick. "This is Water. Water."

"Wat-ter. Yez." he replied carefully.

"Close enough," said Matt as he handed him the canteen.

As Ahmick drank from the vassal, Matt went over to his pack placed near the tent. He dug out a oblonged ball. "Think it's time for some football Tonto?"

"If by football you mean Rugby, and not the bastardized American version, then yes."

[Flocculencio]

Matt took a swing from his canteen, and then offered it to Ahmick. "This is Water. Water."

"Wat-ter. Yez." he replied carefully.

OOC: Coming to Bay Area theatres this Summer- MBarry and Ahmick in...The Miracle Worker! :D

[Matt]

OOC: Coming to Bay Area theatres this Summer- MBarry and Ahmick in...The Miracle Worker! :D


It well be this year's half time show to the Ianopolis Bowl :)

[Dave Howery]

OOC: WTF?! Rommy goes nuts and kills his wife and then gets capped himself?! That's one hell of a random event. Of course, it involves Rommy, so maybe not...
We find a patch of squash? Starting to sound like Age of Empires... "Ok, let's build a barracks and start cranking out clubmen... use the food from the berry patches..."... :)

[Hendryk]

"The supplies are going down fast", Hendryk mumbled to nobody in particular, checking his notes for the third time since sunup. "I hope we get better organized when the main settlement is up and running. Meanwhile, I may have to ask Weapon M to assign armed guards to the stocks, I'm almost certain there's pilfering going on."
"I'm doing my best to keep freeloaders at bay," Wendy commented, shifting the weight of the rifle on her shoulder. "But there's only one of me."
"A good thing too," Hendryk quipped. "I don't think I could handle more than that."
Loud screams suddenly erupted a short distance away. Turning together in the direction of the noise, Wendy and Hendryk watched with an amazement that soon turned into revulsion a nearly naked woman chased out of a tent by a young man in a similar state of undress, gun in hand. Yelling in some unknown language, he started spraying the woman with bullets, hitting bystanders as he did so. The level of screaming, between the cries of the wounded and the beginnings of a panic, was now reaching deafening levels. Then louder gunshots erupted, and the man fell, face up, in a rapidly expanding pool of his own blood.
"This is bad," Hendryk said.
"I've heard my friends from Malaysia call this kind of thing amok," Wendy replied, outwardly calm but noticeably paler than she had been moments before. "I sure hope there won't be more cases. Anyway, I'm gonna report this to the Council. They must be informed immediately."
Slinging her rifle in her back, she ran off without waiting for an answer.

[Bulgaroktonos]

OOC: WTF?! Rommy goes nuts and kills his wife and then gets capped himself?! That's one hell of a random event. Of course, it involves Rommy, so maybe not...
We find a patch of squash? Starting to sound like Age of Empires... "Ok, let's build a barracks and start cranking out clubmen... use the food from the berry patches..."... :)

I agree. I think we should leave most of the random event generators to our posting of activies. And people going crazy like that?

I don't know if I'm a huge fan of this whole random events generator if this is the result.

[Dave Howery]

~10:00AM...
Dave was tired and sore through and through. Walking in circles all night around a herd of sheep proved to be no more interesting than it sounded. At least NPC didn't panic and shoot at anything. As it turned out, nothing more ferocious than a pair of jackrabbits turned up in the night. Good thing too, as rounding up sheep in the dark didn't sound like fun at all. Once he was relieved by the day crew, Dave ambled back over to Psycho's tent... and was a little surprised to see Michelle there, talking to Nizhone. "What's up?" Michelle answered, "Well, you need to get some sleep, and we need to arrange for the wagon to be moved. I've already taken what we need out of the gear. We'll arrange for the horse and driver to move the rest." Dave pondered that for a moment. "That sounds... great. I'm going to grab some sleep.. wake me up if I'm not up before 10 tonite." Dave meandered off to his own tent, in a walking coma. It had been a loooong time since he'd pulled an all-nighter for anything. Once at his tent, he barely took time to pull off his boots before collapsing back on the sleeping bag. He fell asleep at once.
As it turned out, he woke up on his own about 8 PM. It was turning dark outside. Michelle was nowhere around. Not feeling like cooking, Dave made a meal out of assorted dried food, and then shuffled out of the tent. He immediately noticed that the people in the camp seemed to be a little shocked and upset. He also noted that the wagon had been moved.. finally. Making sure his rifle was ready, he jogged over to Psycho's tent, but no one was there. Looking around, he noticed a crowd over by Finney's tent. "Damn," he thought to himself, "Someone got hurt bad.". With a sudden low spike of panic for Michelle, he jogged over there. Looking quickly around, he was relieved to see her standing there, talking to some of the other women in camp. Moving over to her, she turned to him, pale and a little shaky. "What's going on?" "One of the men went crazy and killed his wife... and some poor girl who was caught in the crossfire. Yuppie took down the guy though." Dave turned pale himself at the news. "Jesus, only three days here, and already this happens. I hope the rest are stronger than that." Michelle looked at him curiously. "Didn't you hear the shots?" Dave grinned. "Sorry, babe, I was so out of it, I wouldn't have heard a cannon go off." Looking around, he saw Psychomeltdown and his wife nearby, talking to each other in low voices. Moving over that way, he saw that both seemed a little shaken, but had pulled themselves together well. "Hi guys. Damn, what a mess, huh?" Psycho nodded. "Yep. Three guesses as to who it was... " At Dave's blank look, he went on, "Romulus Augustus, of course. Three dead, two others wounded. Yuppie took him down, but she's a little freaked out by the whole thing.. hey, I would be too." "Yeah. Hey, thanks for getting the wagon moved. So, I'm all set for another round of watching the sheep sleep tonight."
Psycho paused for a moment, and then started talking about the plan for the great hunt they'd need to do to keep enough food around. Dave nodded in agreement, and promised to be one of the shooters. He took Michelle back to the tent, and spent a quiet hour there just chatting with her... after the shock of the day, they both needed a quiet moment. At 10 PM, Dave shouldered his Sharps and again headed out for the sheep herd, for another long night of guarding the wooly critters...

[Ward]

I was talking to my wife about how the food was holding out when the shooting brock out .
Oh shit . Some one turn there toys on some one else .
Glen Do you have your ears on . We have a shooting ,
Psychomeltdown Get your ass back to the camp we have a shooting .
WeaponsM I'm heading that way now please meet me there.

As I start running I grab my Springfield and bandalier of rounds , And head into the crowd yelling make way . Doug, Frank ,Jamiie come on boys we got a gun battle going on .

After fighting my way to were the shooting was I find IronYuppie stand over Romulus screaming with mad eyes you woke my baby you shit I just got it to sleep . As she stands over him grindin her boot in his manhood.

I check the other people who are down , And start yelling into my radio Glen we have 5 people down we need a meda vac down here now .
Useing my personal first aid kit I try working on the little girl but relize I lost her .

As WeaponM shows up and the medical team . WeaponM and I try to get the weapon from IY .

WeaponM slow took the weapon from IY as I talked to IY .

After he has that weapon from her I lean down and pick up Romulus pistol .

Then we start to get statements from the Crowd about what happen .

[pisces74]

The Weather in the morning it is 54% F mostly cloudy Clearing up by 11
High for the Day is 60% F.


So what is happening 11:30
Romulus Augustulus Gose Craze and chases his movey star Clone wife out of his tent into the main campsite she has had her clothing riped off her and he is only wearing his boats and waving a 9mm Auto around he opens fire on her and hits and wounds 2 other people and kills a young Girl before he finly shoots his wife 3 times . IronYuppie who has just gotten her new baby asleep takes him down ,

At 14:00 hrs a group of older children find a patch of squash that covers over 6 acers of land . This is in the SW about a mile from the campsite.

16:00 hrs the scouts still moving north near were the new city will be were ambushed by a native hunting party . One of them was injured by the natives before they were able to get away .

Check your PMs Ward.

[Ward]

Check your PMs Ward.


What PM's I have not recived one from you . Please try again .

[SionEwig]

The Weather in the morning it is 54% F mostly cloudy Clearing up by 11
High for the Day is 60% F.



16:00 hrs the scouts still moving north near were the new city will be were ambushed by a native hunting party . One of them was injured by the natives before they were able to get away .

OOC: Thanks Ward:D . Do me a favor and flip a coin for who gets hit, I'm heads and Phred the NPC is tails. Let me know and I'll write up a narrative later today. Still playing catch up on other stuff.

[Ward]

OOC: Thanks Ward:D . Do me a favor and flip a coin for who gets hit, I'm heads and Phred the NPC is tails. Let me know and I'll write up a narrative later today. Still playing catch up on other stuff.


It the NPC who was hit . its not life theatning just Messy

[pisces74]

ooc; sent again Ward. dunno why it didn't fly the first time.

[Ward]

All iteams that are happening to all groups will now be posted on the opening . If your group dose not have a post it means nothing major happen to you .

[GBW]

OOC: What do I do if I haven't shown up yet these first two days? Say that I helped get things organized the first two days and didn't meet anyone I recognized?

[Ward]

OOC: What do I do if I haven't shown up yet these first two days? Say that I helped get things organized the first two days and didn't meet anyone I recognized?


Sitting around learning more about your new wife if you do not have one in real life . Or become one of the NPC who are doing some of the work around the camp . Think of 1632 did eveyone get intudused the first day of that book .

[Norbert]

Norbert woke early, and decided he was as stiff as the day before, and maybe a little sorer. Getting up and dressed, he went out to see what was happening. He noticed that some of the woodcutters had already shown up for breakfast and to discuss the days work. 'Fellows, let go out this morning, but try to finish by 2PM today. I don't know about you, but I could use a half day today.' There were looks of relief th the announcement of the short work day. Heavy labor when you are not used to it gets to you quickly.

The morning of cutting went well, the teams on the saws were quickly becoming proficient with the method of cutting, and those using the axes were becoming very good at hitting their marks. At about two, they loaded what they had cut, and headed back to camp.

The outskirts of the camp were strangly deserted, and looks of apprehension were starting to show on everyone in the team. Nearing the center, there was a large group near Doc Glenns tent.

'Whats going on?'
'Some crazy fool went mad and shot 10 people! We hear 6 are dead already!


(Please note, exact numbers always get exagerated when people do not see what happened!)

[GBW]

GBW got out of his tent and set his pack on the ground; he took a moment to stretch and glance around at the semi-ordered chaos of the large encampment. "Kind of like the Board," he muttered to himself with a small smile.

He made sure the hatchet and knife were secure at his belt before swinging the heavy pack onto his back, then turned to look back into the tent. "Alright, I'll be back in a bit. I've got to see if I can find anyone that I actually recognize from the Board and find out just what's being planned." "Alright, I'll make sure nothing walks away," his new wife replied with a smile. GBW smiled back; he'd been wary of the 'new wife' clause the ASBs had added and had been a bit nervous around her for the first day when they lended their hands and backs into getting the encampment organized that first chaotic day. The second day they had taken the time to talk a bit and get to know each other and he'd confessed that he was a member of an alternate history board and the primary reason she was there. Much to his surprise, she had taken it rather well and even seemed a bit excited at the prospect. Of course, the ASBs might have something to do with that, GBW thought, still a bit discontented at everyone being manipulated at the whim of others, no matter how powerful they were. Setting his mind to the task at hand, he set his fedora more firmly on his head and started walking around.

Like the two days before, he wasn't seeing anyone he recognized. Some of the members had posted pictures of themselves, but of them there was no sign. The screen names he heard spoken around him as he walked were mostly unfamiliar, not of the more 'regular' members. He was about to unsling his pack to rest when some screams pierced the low din around him, followed quickly by a series of gunshots not too far away. GBW automatically hunched down to one knee and looked around; he'd left his longer ranged weapons back at the tent. Damn it, you think you've left some things behind, ran through his mind, more angry than anything else.

As the time stretched without further shots, he got to his feet cautiously and headed towards where a crowd was beginning to gather. "Hey, what's going on?" he asked as he made his way through the crowd, then stopped dead as he saw the naked bodies on the ground and other people writhing in pain, clutching their hands to wounds. GBW stood there a moment, stunned, then quickly headed to the nearest wounded person and yelled for a doctor. "We can take them to Doctor Finney," someone told him. "Alright, help me get him on this," he said as he unslung his large pack and set it on the ground to double as a stretcher, the name Finney sounding vaguely familiar. They moved the man onto the pack, the stranger at his shoulders and GBW at his legs, then grabbed the handles at either side. "Alright, lift on 3. 1... 2... 3!" The stretcher rose smoothly and GBW said, "Lead the way."

As the crowd parted to let them through, he thought he saw Hendryk, but wasn't sure by the time they passed him by. They got the man safely to Glen Finney's tent and GBW watched him work on the patient a bit before looking around again, his expression grim. I thought we could have left these kind of things behind in the old world, damn it.

[Soyuz]

Soyuz got up with a groan. Cutting down wood was hard work, and he hadn't got a good nights sleep since he was put into this forgotten time period. The earth was cold and hard, it rained, and he constantly feared for his belongings. His watch beeped again, but he shut it off. All his life he heard, "get up, it's time for kindergarden", "get up, it's time for school", "get up, it's time for work". And now he had to get up himself, but now life has lost any meaning, and he thought that nobody would care if he didn't get up at all. But he got up. With a groan, as the aching body let know of itself. He quickly had to fall flat again to avoid the pain. Gently, he started to stretch, and get a grip on his surroundings.

Soyuz got out of the tent. Nothing eventful happened during the night. The same old tents lined row upon row, reminding him of refugee camps he saw on TV. Except there wasn't any humanitarian aid coming in, so in effect, it was much, much worse.

The day continued with a hastily fixed, unfulfilling breakfast, a slow walk to the river for a drink and a face wash, and a quick run for the lavatories. When he finished, he realized that it was once again too late than what he hoped for, and that he should stop his habits of sleeping in. He fully equipped himself, and went to the center of town to hear on gossip, and may be finally hear that someone took charge and has a working plan. Then he would go and chop some more wood, and then, hopefully, build a primitive sled, but that was only going to happen tomorrow at the earliest.

He was already walking through the tent village, when - a gun shot rang. Very close. He instinctively crouched to the ground. The crowd gasped, and exploded in a cacophony of noises. The rest happened like in a dream. Some people ran, just as another shot ran out. One of the last things Soyuz noticed was a tall man running right toward him with something clutched in his hand, before Soyuz took out his revolver. The unknown man, neither seeing Soyuz in front of him, nor the sun right behind him, rushed forward in front of what appeared to be a crowd chasing him. With only a fraction of a second to react, Soyuz hastily shot, and the bullet strayed, intended for the stomach. The man still ran forward, threatening to overcome, just as Soyuz, stumbling, started fleeing back. However the man soon seemingly tripped on something, clutching his left leg, yet Soyuz no longer paid attention, running in the midst of a screaming crowd.

ooc: i thought this would be an interesting for additional conflict; the man I shot isn't Rom Aug, just a scared witness

[Norbert]

3:30 PM

Norbert was frantic as he looked through the crowd fo a familiar face, especially that of his wife Carla. Fianlly he found her, and she was as pale as the others around her.
'Carla, what happened?'
She explained what had happened, and though shocked, Norbert was relieved it wasn't the catastrophy he had first heard. He took Carla by her hands, and led her back to their tent. 'Carla, get out your oboe and start playing. The music may have a calming effect on the others.'
'What are you going to do?' she asked.
'I am going to take teo of the walls from the front of the tent, the space blankets, paracord, and the shower and wash tubs and set them up. Then I am going to start heating water, and start passing word that people can start getting cleaned up, and give their children baths.'
'What??? At a time like this????'
'Especially at a time like this. Getting cleaned up is something familiar, and these people need something familiar to fall back on, or we will really have problems. I just want to help calm people down, and give Doc Glenn some room to do what he needs to do.'

[Psychomeltdown]

530 am

"Honey dead. I've come up with a plan to stave off starvation."

"Was that what you were doing last night? Thinking?" Nizhoni asked, pouring a cup of tea into a stainless cup.

"Yes." Psycho said proudly.

'So, what's this big plan of yours?" Nizhoni asked, handing him the cup.

"We kill animals and eat their meat." Psycho responded, grinning.

"Wow. It took you all this time to figure that out?" Nizhoni asked. "I think its called hunting."

Psycho grinned. "No, not just simple hunting. Mass production killing."

"Mass pro- what?" Nizhoni asked again.

"I remember reading about this once, in a book. Where old time hunters used to chase buffalo off a cliff instead of trying to kill them individually." Psycho said, getting excited.

"But there are no buffalos here, dear."

"No. but there's deer and stuff like that. Same principle."

"So we chase them off a cliff? I don't see any cliffs about here..."

"Or into a hail of lead produced by several scores of men and women blasting away."

Nizhoni smiled and handed Psycho rice rolled in a tortilla. "Eat your breakfast and think out your plan more today." She said, getting up to help feed the other Herders that were also awakening.

Psycho munched on his breakfast, contemplating. "Needs soy sauce. " He muttered.

[Psychomeltdown]

1145 am

A boy came running up, as if a pack of wild rabid dogs were on his heels. Psycho immediately began looking about, wondering if indeed there was a pack of wild rabid dogs about. That would be bad for the herds, and the boy...

"Mr. Meltdown!" the boy yelled coming up. "There's been a shooting in the Camp. Ward called on the radio, saying "to get your ass back there"." The boy reported, gasping.

Fear seized Psycho's gut and he scooped the boy up, pulling him onto the horse behind him and kicked the horse into high gear. Rose surged, enjoying the sudden chance to run free.

They got to camp in a breeze, Rose barely warming up and stamping around for more running.

"What's going on?" Psycho asked, jumping off Rose and handing the reigns to an NPC.

"Shooting in camp. Don't know much yet. But everyone's freaked." Michelle said as Nizhoni issued orders to the Herd camp women and men.

"Shooting?" Psycho shook his head. "Anyone hurt."

Michelle nodded, unable to say more.

"Shit."

"Husband." Nizhoni said, walking up to the two. "Ward wants you back at camp. There may be trouble abrewing. Take this." She handed him his holstered .357 Mag and several extra rounds.

Psycho took the weapon and ammunition, feeling a dead weight suddenly on him. What was going on?

Nizhoni pulled up close to him and kissed him on the cheek. "Be careful, husband." She whispered.

Psycho shook his head and smiled unsteadily. "You know me, babe. I let the heroes do the dangerous stuff and show up later demanding credit." he buckled the gun and took a deep breath. "Secure the camp, get everyone armed, post extra watchers, and pull in the herds to a manageable spot away from the camp."

Nizhoni nodded.

Psycho kicked Rose and headed for Camp, worried and a little scared.


XXX

1159 am

Chaos was the word to describe it. People were milling about, some crying, screaming, sobbing, terrified, and a lot armed. The latter was a very dangerous thing.

"What's going on?" Psycho asked Ward, using Rose's bulk to push aside the masses of people clamoring at Ward for answers. Psycho slid off the horse and handed the reigns to an NPC he recognized, one of Ward's.

"Romulus Agustulus went crazy and begin firing away at his woman. She dead, two hurt, and a little girl's dead too." Ward stated bluntly, he looked seriously pissed.

"Rommy?' Psycho stood there shocked for a moment. Then suddenly he was filled with rage. "He killed his wife and a LITTLE GIRL?"

Ward nodded.

"Is he still alive?" Psycho asked.

Ward nodded.

Psycho stepped back, his hand upon his gun. "Where the hell is this piece of shit?" He demanded.

"We're detaining him." Ward said.

"Detaining? Why not just put a bullet in his head. After this shit." Psycho demanded angrily. A roar of support erupted from the gathering crowd.

Ward suddenly moved in, standing close to Psycho and whispering tightly. "Boy, I don't need this. We've got enough hot headed people around here. What i need you and the others to do is get a hold of them. Put their minds on other things, we'll sort this out." He said.

Psycho glared but then after a moment nodded. Ward was right.

"Just don't let me see that bastard or you'll have another dead body on your hands." Psycho whispered before turning to help disperse the crowd.


XXX

5 pm

Psycho felt hallow and tired. Though he hadn't done much in the way of work. Things were still chaotic and there was reports that another person had been shot, but questions were still being asked about that. He didn't know what was going to happen to Rommy or if those poor souls who had been hit were going to make it.

He wanted to be with Nizhoni, to be beside her. But he continued to patrol the Camp on Miracle's orders. The militia man was busy keeping everything from exploding, thankfully others had begun trying to divert the masses attentions and were providing entertainment and busy work to keep their minds off things. but how long would that last?

Psycho shook his head and looked up to see Ward staring at the Hospital Tent that still had a small crowds around it. The shooting had been hours ago and yet Glen was still in there. no reports coming out.

"Hey, Ward." Psycho said, walking up to the older man.

"Psycho." Ward nodded.

Sighing Psycho looked at the Tent and shook his head. He put his hands in his pocket and felt a piece of paper, which he took out.

"I've got this plan, for a hunt." Psycho said, handing the piece of paper over.

Ward looked it over. "Looks good, maybe do a few changes, but a good idea. We'll get on it immediately, get the people's mind off this stuff." Ward replied.

Psycho nodded. This morning he had been excited about the idea and now... Now he didn't seem to feel anything.

Ward suddenly clapped Psycho on the back. "Don't take what happen today as a bad omen. We're going to make it here. you just wait and see. It's just some people can't handle these things." He said.

Psycho nodded. "No. I get it. There's a kind of a belief that my people have." Psycho said, looking at the Tent. "They believe that bad things always come before the good things can. The way of the universe, shiih"

Ward only nodded, seemingly lost in thought.

Psycho only hoped that more bad things wouldn't happen too soon.

[Bulgaroktonos]

The shooting had been a big event to say the least. And with Romulus under constant guard, and the crowd beating at the would be walls for his blood, it became clear to Bulgaroktonos that a meeting was going to be required, and judges elected sooner rather than later. After a short talk with Glen, Ward, and Dave Howery, he got on the bullhorn.

"Alright people. I know were all a little gittery after what happened today. We've lost three people today. Those that are dead and the criminal we now hold prisoner. These are three irreplacable people, who could all have positively contributed to this community, but now we are unfortunately left with the difficult task of burying the dead and putting the accused on trial. The evidence is overwhelmingly against him, but we must remember to keep our cool. It helps no-one to try and lynch him. What message would that send to our successors and children? No, we must try him fairly.

To that end, I believe that we must move cautiously. As our first order of business we must elect judges to oversee the trial, and jurors to render a verdict. We have been putting off a meeting for sometime now, and unfortunately today's events has made the need for an administration of some kind all too apparent.

Thus, I would like to hear people's nominations."

[Norbert]

For the Hunt:
Figure one day to do clearing of Kill Zone.
I will take every able body that is not watching children, the herds, or day to day camp (food preperation, sanitation, medical).

Found that Ward has another 10 axes and two crosscuts. I think if we collect axes and saws from everyone, we could have around 150 people able to do the wood cutting. Two days more and we should have enough to do the smoking racks, and have enough wood for the smoking to last through the first night and probably the next day. After that, we should be able to keep up with the demand for both camp purposes and the smoke fires.

So, give me three days to prepare, and we should do fine.

4:30 PM
Norbert was satisfied with the work he had done to set up the bath area, and was glad he was able to get some help from others to get it done. Right now, things were tense in camp, and any distraction that kept people occupied, and from forming a lynch mob, the better. But I was not going to voice this except to a select few, and then in very hushed tones.

Looking for Bulg, the man with the bullhorn was not to difficult, and Norbert went up to him and asked if he would make an announcement.

'First, please announce that near the latrine area have been set up a shower and wash tubs for bathing. All I ask is that the first to be given the oppurtunity to use it be the women and children, and that people help keep it supplied with hot clean water.
'Second, announce that I need about 120 more people to work for the next few days cutting wood, and tell everyone that we are planning a great-hunt, and we will need as much wood as possible to succed in the preservation of the meat. I will be dividing the group I have to work with the extra people, they are experienced enough to help train others. There will also be a class in wood-cutting safety which everyone who is cutting must attend. I want to make certain that everyone knows the proper use of the axes and saws. I will also want everyone who does not have any duties, that is to say are not assigned to caring for the children, herding, cooking, sanitation or medical training to be available to me to haul the wood, build the smoking racks, and stacking the wood for the camp fires and smokeing fires. The next three days, everyone is going to be putting in some hard work, and tell them that the benefit of this hard work is to make sure we have food enough to feed everyone.
'Third, we need to have a meeting tonight to decide who is actually in charge of what, and have the people chosen to lead go through this mass of people so everyone can recoginize them.'

[Matt]

Native Village, 1400


OOC: I was waiting for Sion to post about the ambush but oh well.

After Matt broke out the football a sort of improvtu game of sorts devolped. Several of the villages young men joined in. The objective was for 2 players to run past 3 defenders to the other end of the field without throwing the ball foward. Despite being restored to the best shape in their lifes, Matt and Flocc were clearly outclassed.

By early afternoon, the Rangers were showing off some of there gear to the curious. A small specticle was devolping and even the childern got close. Eventually MREs were passed out, the American ones this time, and were rapidly consumed.

The festive atmosphere was shattered in the early afternoon. Sion burst through the northern treeline, the second horse in tow. Poor Phred, he was slumped in the saddle, a large bloody wound on his upper torso. Flocc rushed over with his first aid kit, and they lowered Phred to the ground.

"What the fuck happened?" Matt asked.

"We were heading north.. earlier this afternoon. A native party ambushed us. We fired back, but we never zero'ed the god damn rifles. An arrow got Phred before we drove them off. We decided to head back, but he passed out a half hour ago."

Examaning him he proclaimed, "It's from an arrow alright. It caught a lung it looks like. Probably pierced it. He's lost alot of blood. Dammit... we need to get him to Glen."

"Son of a bitch. Sion come with me, we need to make a litter. We'll pack up camp and leave right away."

"You seriously can't expect us to carry him all the way back to the camp?"

"Well, we really don't have a choice now do we?"

"Hold on," Flocc interupted. "Can't we have Ahmick help us. We can trust him, and he certainly taken a shine to us."

"Glen well have our hide, but I don't see a choice.." Matt said. Sighing he continued... "All right let's hurry the hell up."

[GBW]

OOC: You mean an arrow from an atlatl, right?

[Norbert]

OOC: You mean an arrow from an atlatl, right?


As I stated before, Bows and arrows were developed 12000-10000 BC, 7 to 9 thousand years before we got here.

[Ward]

Ward finly sitting down after running to the shooting and finding out what has happen finnly haveing some lunch his Granddaughter brought him .

Heared some kid yelling ' Mr Ward Mr Ward ' we found some thing you might want to see .
Whats that kid Ward spits out .

The 10 year old girl holding a squash said We found a lot of these and we though you should know about them .

Ward Looks at the squash the girl is holding and states sorry Honney it just been a long day . now were did you find these .

The Girl points to the SW and states about a mile from the camp.

Ward what were you doing out that far ?
Girl well a group of us are looking for rabbits ? Were kind of hungry you know .
Well lets go out and see were you found this .

After a 40 min. walk most of the time in camp were Ward talks to a lot of members about the shooting they arrive .

There is a group of about 20 kids between the age of 9 and 14 picking squash . There is one older girl that has a rifle looking around .

near her is a stack of 6 rifles and about 15 rabbits that have been ckeand and skined .

Ward walks up to the girl and ask to see her weapon and then hands it back good I see you have the saftey on .
Well now how are you going to get this back to camp.

The older girl ( please use a sister or daughter who is about 14 years old . and take the story from how the found this patch. or a son or brother or even one of are younger members) Well we were hunting Mr. Ward and we found them .

Well lets get what you have back to the camp and we will get wagon out here and some more people to help pick these Squash .

[Doctor What]

OOC: You mean an arrow from an atlatl, right?

As I stated before, Bows and arrows were developed 12000-10000 BC, 7 to 9 thousand years before we got here.

OOC: Actually they used both but they seemed to prefer using the spear thrower.

[Darkest]

Brad Carpenter

"Kaitlin, where have you been?" Brad asked, putting his just-dryed laundry away.

Kaitlin Carpenter was a ten year old girl with light brown hair that lighted upon her shoulders and vivid blue eyes. She looked different than she did when she had Charge Syndrome, her face had shifted a little bit, she had fat to go along with her gangly body, and she didn't tilt her head so much, but it was her. And she had blood on her hands.

"What the heck is this?!"

"I went with this girl, she's really smart, and has a lotta guns. Her name's Jessica. We were finding... rabbits." As if this last part was a secret.

"Did you kill the rabbits?"

"Yeah, and took their skin off. Do you think that's okay? Is that mean?" Kaitlin had had a pet rabbit before, but they had decided to leave it when the ASBs took them away.

Brad grabbed her hands and held them in front of the water barrels and washed them away. The bloody waste water was collected in a pail that would be added to another barrel, which would be used for gardening and feeding animals. "This happens, Kaitlin, people kill stuff to eat it. Since there aren't any grocery stores any more, we have to kill animals to get meat."

"Oh..."

"I don't want you to go with that girl again, you might get hurt."

"Alright, I won't do that. But Mr. Ward says that he needs help to get some squash we found collected."

"Ward?"

"Yeah."

Hmmm... well that was weird. My sister knows a person that I chatted to on the forums. In real life. Cool, but kinda weird. He wanted to help though, and maybe get a little extra food, so he departed quickly in the direction his sister told him, taking a rifle with him at his side.

Man, this is so cool, I get to carry a gun everywhere I go. Flippin' awesome!

[Ghost 88]

D90 I guess I gonna have to cry now:) very good big bro there

[Darkest]

Ah yes, I guess I have to play myself, and I am a big family person. :) Thanks.

[pisces74]

Pisces finished lugging the last of his gear and the dogs to the edge of the Ward encampment at about sundown on day 3, where Jennifer and Mrs Ward watched the children play. It had taken about approximately 8 hours and three trips to move the tent from three hills to the main encampment proper, the noise and stink of so much humanity living so close together already started grating on his nerves. "fuck ever sleeping." he mumbled under his breath, but after Jen's accident he wasn't going to risk the welfare of his wife for his own eccentricity. Besides it was better for Jen to have someone to socialize with besides him, he told himself looking for the silver lining in the cloud. Besides after finding out the the "seals" were actually a family of beavers, and the "sea" was actually a brackish lake the taste of three hills was rather bittersweet, and he settled on "If anything was ever going to happen , it'll very likely happen here." It only took the noise of a daytime nappers snoring to convince Pisces that when the settlement moved, that he would once again be on the fringe of the society.

[Othniel]

To say that I believe my descions where now would be in a place to change everything was certainly an understatement. What I do in this lifetime would influence people to make descions, which will influence other people, and so on. This task seems daunting until you realise you are only responsible for your actions and within your limitations seek to use your influences the right way. My influence was in being willing to help at any time.

During our thrid day there, many people will say this is the worse yet, with news of a murder going around. I wouldn't know myself as I was gathering my bearings on the area. We were going to have to know how to move on this terrain. We were going to have to learn what kind of plants grew in this general area. Know your surroundings is something that echoed in my head through out the day. Along with this Norbert had given me orders to make sure as many famillies as needed it could get dry firewood.

When I got back from my final delivery it had been around Seven. I took out a flashlight and continued how I'd see the main settlement being organized. I hope to present it before the forming council.

-Ell Mark

Journal Entry Day Three.

[Flocculencio]

"So..." said Helaku, "Proof that they are men after all. They bleed just like us."

"They must have strayed into the Hill Miwok territory," said Bodaway, "Those hillsmen have always been intolerant of strangers in their hunting grounds."

The sight of the wounded Ranger had convinced Bodaway and the other skeptics that these strangers were in fact just men despite their strange posessions.

The other strangers were rigging up a stretcher of sorts and it was clear that they were preparing to take their comrade off to their own mysterious village, wherever that might be.

"Elder..." began Ahmick.

Helaku knew what was on the young man's mind.

"You wish to go with them," said Helaku, in response.

"Yes, Elder."

"Ahmick will go with these strangers and help them take their comrade to their village," said Helaku to the crowd. There was a rustle of amazement. Bodaway looked surprised but nodded sagely.

"It is a wise plan," he said, "If Ahmick can learn their tongue and their customs it would be a strong link between our people and this tribe. With knives like the one they gave you, Helaku, they must be powerful indeed."

"It is settled then," said Helaku, "Go, Ahmick, before they leave."

The young warrior nodded, took up his spear, donned his sunglasses and set off towards the Rangers who were hastily packing up their encampment.

[Flocculencio]

Matt noticed Ahmick striding up the hill towards them as they were making the final preparations to move out.

"Well, Flocc," he said, "If you want him to come here's your chance."

Flocc nodded and approached the warrior.

He was about to make his offer when Ahmick started sepaking.

"Hay-lo, Flocc," he began.

"I...you..." he continued, haltingly, making a gesture to include himself with the rangers and then pointing away, "Yez?"

Flocc was pleasantly surprised that he wouldn't need to try to convince Ahmick to come with them.

"Yes, you can come with us," he replied slowly and clearly with gestures.

The native broke into a smile and followed Floc back to the waiting rangers.

With a final wave to the clustered Miwok villagers, he set off with the strangers. He was pleased to note that Chenoa, a girl he had had his eye on was standing with the spectators. If he could learn the ways of these strangers surely her father would let him marry her.

[jolo]

Some people already started a little bit of trade on the improvised market in front of Ian's home when some shooting interrupted everyone. The people who wanted to join the trek didn't contribute much, as they didn't know what would be community property. Thanks to the shooting, it was also impossible to get any of the formal or informal leaders of the main group to decide on an exchange of any of the larger animals. But all in all, the trade was a success - many people could get a few important items they forgot to bring along. Others could trade their tools for tools more suitable for the work that they slowly realized they'd be doing the next few weeks, months, or even years.

The introduction of the money worked better than expected, after some of the proponents of trade guaranteed to offer even vital products like food for certain, though very high, prices. Some protests were calmed when people were told that they could still barter for what they couldn't afford.

Also, the community work was awarded in a simple auction, after some routine had returned to the camp. It was mainly about guarding the animals and the part of the camp that would stay. Some was for fencing, some for scouting and mapping, some for other chores.

I lent my boat trailer to a group of lumberjacks. Thanks to the winch and 2 horses, it made a very convenient way to get logs from the surrounding woods to where they were needed. Most logs were needed for fencing in the animals. Some logs were used for fires. Whenever a load of logs arrived, it was auctioned off to the surrounding people, some of whom also gave a few logs away to the ones who didn't win the auction.

The boat I gave to a group of 10 people who wanted to create a small fishing camp somewhere down the river where the boat could get to the bay - for a share of their fish, a guarantee to keep the boat intact, and the right to take it whenever I want. They carried it to the river and took turns riding down the creek until it got calm.

One person organised a school, where the older children taught the younger children what they needed to know. Also, carpenters, cooks, and other people were invited to teach everyone some of their knowledge. The skills needed at the moment had the highest priority.

A few houses were built - simple stilt constructions with roofs made from branches left over from all the wood cutting. Some of the more proficient builders were able to make pretty water tight roofs by combining small branches to bundles to cover the roof. Others cut trees into clapboards for the same effect.

Branches were also used to make arrows, to learn to make food from the digestable parts, and so on.

In one of the houses (roofs on stilts, to be exact) I built (together with help from a few others), I put my bench saw. Unluckily, thanks to the cloudy wheather, it was only of very limited use. My chainsaw was also borrowed to one of the lumber jacks. Therefore, we used a two-men-saw and axes to cut logs into suitable pieces. Boards and beams were in high demand, so the business went well. Some of the money was used to increase the size of the house.

My turn table was used to create some simple wheels for small carts and other purposes. I saw other people were already busy building axles. Tomorrow, the first hand carts would be assembled.

[Flocculencio]

OOC: Again, all this gets done on one day? :rolleyes:

[Norbert]

With many people working at it, I think it is possible. More permenant structures can be done later, but they are getting out of the elements.

[Gerard-ABC]

With Norbert's advice, the new wagons are coming along. The more people I get to help here, the faster things have gone.

No accidents yet, but we were close when one of the NPCs dropped an axe.

All the trimmed branches off the trees are being sent back to camp. They'll find a use for them.

The news of the shootings in camp does have us worried though. Another reason for us to keep the guns handy. Charlie-NPC also saw what he thought was a rattlesnake a couple of hours ago. At least he backed away from it. Last thing the Doc needs now is another patient.


Regards,
Gerard

[Glen]

What a friggin' day...

First the verkafka (bad mangled German thought in my tired mind), shooting. I was hoping for a little more time to brush up on my ER and first aid stuff...

I vaguely remember throwing a comment to the people with the shooter, "Guard that Sunovabeech for trial...if he runs, shoot for center of mass." And to the would-be rescuers on the scene, "Don't move anyone! If there's a hole leaking blood, push on it, plug it, whatever, and don't let go. Who here knows CPR, First Aide? Come here now!"

ABCD...Airway Breathing Circulation Drugs...oh yeah, and hard, hard decisions. In a normal ER I would have kept working on that little girl until the cows came home, no matter how hopeless it seemed. We just don't know how resilient young ones can be if given the chance, so it is worthwhile usually. Here, now...I probably still spent too much time with her, but it was hard to pry myself away. This is one of the things I dreaded about pediatrics...

The rest, turns out, weren't too bad. After assessing for back and head trauma, doing my best to clear them sans x-rays and CTs, and checking for arterial bleeds, we got to work cleaning the wounds and stitching them up except the one who still had a bullet lodged in them. Damn, source of infection, gotta dig it out. That one we took to the tent. Luckily it was just in the arm, and went somewhat smoothly. I did my best to do a nerve block rather than chance general anaesthesia, and it worked...eventually. Dig, clean, try not to hit anything vital. The sutures were godawful looking to my eye, though I doubt anyone else could really tell, and I was sure they would all scar (though nothing disfiguring).

I washed up as best I could afterwards, but didn't bother the change the bloodsplattered clothes before going to meet with the other leaders in camp.

"We need a judge and jury, and we need to figure out what the hell just happened. Also, another town meeting tonight. We've got to calm people and give them a chance to air things out. Better there than haphazardly through gossip."

[Flocculencio]

Everyone's shoulders were aching. Carrying a stretcher with a full grown man over fourteen miles of rough terrain is no one's idea of fun.

Ahmick was the only one who didn't seem particularly fazed. Perhaps it was the fact that he didn't have the words to communicate properly yet but more likely it was the fact that while the rest of us were pampered individuals from the 21st Century, his life had been one of continuous stress and strain. The incredible richness of the Bay Area meant that this was a paradise compared to most other locations on the planet at this time but still, he had the strength and acceptance of one who had lived his entire life in the wild.

Matt paused to address us, clearly gauging our fitness to continue.

"So," said Matt, "I reckon we're halfway there. Do we push on or stop here?"

He was clearly asking just to gauge our reactions: Phred needed medical attention. All of us uptimers had been infantrymen at one time or another and though our shoulders were killing us, we couldn't very well stop and risk him dying on us.

"Fuck," said Ghost, "The man's gonna die on us if he doesn't get to the Doc."

That pretty much summed it up.

After all, I thought, when I was in the infantry I didn't have a horse to carry most of my stuff for me.

"Right," said MBarry.

"Forced March, guys- we push on. Just seven more miles. Three more hours."

Two men on horseback, two men walking, two men carrying the stretcher.

We moved on.

[IronYuppie]

Suffering from a gross lack of sleep trying to appease 14 pounds of squall and fury, IY has apparently hit her limit and has started hallucinating large birds that apparently NEED TO DIE. After attaching her offspring to a papoose board and securing the imp to her back, she takes up stalking what appears to her to be a blue-green emu but in reality is well known ah.com member. It's hard to see who it is thru the trees. Watching carefully thru her scope she silently says "We eat tonight".

[Othniel]

Suffering from a gross lack of sleep trying to appease 14 pounds of squall and fury, IY has apparently hit her limit and has started hallucinating large birds that apparently NEED TO DIE. After attaching her offspring to a papoose board and securing the imp to her back, she takes up stalking what appears to her to be a blue-green emu but in reality is well known ah.com member. It's hard to see who it is thru the trees. Watching carefully thru her scope she silently says "We eat tonight".
Don't shoot landshark!

[IronYuppie]

Don't shoot landshark!
In her crazed sleep deprived state IY swares she heard the faint cry of the endangered Utah-ian Tucan. "Tastes like five fruit flavors", she says.

[Othniel]

In her crazed sleep deprived state IY swares she heard the faint cry of the endangered Utah-ian Tucan. "Tastes like five fruit flavors", she says.
Now we all know that anything from Utah tastes horrible, except the honey.

[Torqumada]

OOC: Ward invited me here to handle the intial treatment from the shooting, but it looks like Dr Glenn has everything covered. I wouldn't be neede here. However, I would like to say that in my case ABCD the D for me stands for "disability" and that is followed by E for "exsanguination and expose", but he works in a different environment than I do ;). Have fun

Torqumada

[Torqumada]

ABCD...Airway Breathing Circulation Drugs...oh yeah, and hard, hard decisions. In a normal ER I would have kept working on that little girl until the cows came home, no matter how hopeless it seemed. We just don't know how resilient young ones can be if given the chance, so it is worthwhile usually. Here, now...I probably still spent too much time with her, but it was hard to pry myself away. This is one of the things I dreaded about pediatrics...

The rest, turns out, weren't too bad. After assessing for back and head trauma, doing my best to clear them sans x-rays and CTs, and checking for arterial bleeds, we got to work cleaning the wounds and stitching them up except the one who still had a bullet lodged in them. Damn, source of infection, gotta dig it out. That one we took to the tent. Luckily it was just in the arm, and went somewhat smoothly. I did my best to do a nerve block rather than chance general anaesthesia, and it worked...eventually. Dig, clean, try not to hit anything vital. The sutures were godawful looking to my eye, though I doubt anyone else could really tell, and I was sure they would all scar (though nothing disfiguring).

OOC: Well, as I like the tell the medical students, we in the field practice medicine the old fashioned way. I am sure you did fine Dr Glenn.


Torqumada

[Flocculencio]

However, I would like to say that in my case ABCD the D for me stands for "disability"

OOC: Ah! That was why his ABCD looked unfamiliar to me! I was trying to figure it out! Thanks Torq! :)

[Landshark]

Don't shoot landshark!

Don't worry. There are three days a month when I hide her live ammo so I recognised the signs.

[Darkest]

Brad Carpenter

"Hey kid, yeah, right there, you!"

Huh? Someone was talking to him? Calling him a 'kid'?

A tall bone-skinny old woman came clambering up to him. She had muddy hands and an accent he could not place.

"How old are you?" She asked.

"Sixteen, how about you?" he smiled.

She ignored him, and began to get angry, Brad could not tell why.

"Give me that gun! You are not old enough to be carrying one! That is a lethal weapon! It's too big for you! Where are your parents? Give me that!" Brad made a move away from her as she lunged for his rifle, gritting her teeth in some overexpressed fit of anger.

"Dude! Lady! This thing is mine right here, and I am old enough to carry one, thank you very much!" He backed up and kept both hands on his rifle.

At this sign of rebellion she suddenly switched from angry to scared. She put her hands up, as if to surrender.

"Help! He's going to shoot me! Ralph! Ralph!" She shouted for her husband or someone else, terrified.

Brad made a face, and then looked around as people were staring down on him. "What?! Are you kidding me? I wasn't going to shoot her! I was just... it's my freaking -"

He made a blitz for the nearest crowd and disappeared through the camp. Brad guessed that the shooting had made people nervous with people with weapons. But him? The prejudice against teenagers never ended, man.