Welcome to The Winchester, a place where you can grab a nice cold pint and wait for all of this to blow over. While the alcohol does nothing to slake your thirst, it at least offers a safe place to unwind after a day of scavenging out in the infected city. The Winchester also doubles as the official gathering hall for the Mall Rats. As a result, there is an unspoken agreement among the survivors to not use the furniture in the Winchester as barricade material. After all, where will you sit and enjoy your hard-earned mug of non-quenching brew?
The OOC
This is the Mall faction safe thread. You must be a member of the Mall in order to post here!
No fighting. If you have a dispute, please resolve it via Gladitorial Combat. The good news is that the TV in the Winchester has been rerouted to show off the Gladiator Ring, so be sure to place your bets before any matches begin!
Drinks served in the Winchester do not decrease your thirst. Everyone is limited to one drink a day. The higher your rank, the better drinks you have access to.
Remember to quote anyone you’re interacting with.
Need to get in touch with one of the leads ICly? Come on in and look around; one of our characters will be hanging around this thread. Be sure to quote all of us (marushii, molten tigrex, or lurks beneath) so that we’re aware that you’re looking!
Want to RP in the Mall, but not here in the Winchester? You can create either a PRP or ORP thread! Just be sure to label it with [ MALL ] somewhere in the subject line so players know that it's a Mall-RP. All Mall RPs can only be with other members of the Mall faction.
Were you attacked by someone from another faction? Let us know and fill this out so your fellow faction members know who to be on the lookout for. Do not include your attacker’s name unless you have been told it ICly; please keep to physical traits (ie university jersey uniform number, prison jumper, number of umbrellas they’re carrying, etc).
This is entirely optional. Wanted flyers and their bounties (if any) are not official until they are added into the second post. Bounties are a first-come, first-serve basis. In order to collect a bounty, you need to defeat the person matching the description. This does not mean you need to bring them down to 0 HP. If you force them to flee and drop and item, that counts as defeating them! Please do not harass other players. Complaints may result in you being banned from completing these miscellaneous quests. Mall Leadership retains every right to reject wanted requests, as they're the ones awarding rewards for completing these. Yes, you can request a bounty for someone within the Mall faction. We recommend placing bounties on members of opposing factions though.
The following person has committed the following crime against a member of our faction. Faction members are advised [b]caution[/b] when encountering the following:
[quote="The OOC"] [b]Link to the thread the crime occurred in:[/b] [url=]Here[/url] [/quote]
Wanted flyers aren't just for PVP! You can also use them to find trading partners within this faction. All trades need to take place at The Junkyard, however you can use this thread to let other characters know what you're looking for. All trades DO need to take place at the Junkyard however! To post a wanted flyer, fill out the following:
[quote="A Wanted Flyer"] [center][b][size=14][color=green]Looking to trade![/color][/size][/b][/center]
[b]Name:[/b] [b]Item you have:[/b] [b]Item you want:[/b]
OOC REMOVE ME FROM YOUR POST: Please do not include your minis name, as [b]all trades need to happen at the Junkyard![/b] This thread is just a place to get more visibility on what you have and what you want!
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 3:10 pm
The Wanted Bulletin Board
A large bulletin board in the Winchester that was used to advertise upcoming events and sales in the mall. Now it has been repurposed as a place to post flyers for wanted items and criminals. Before the outbreak hit, the board was used for survivors to try and find one another. As of a week ago, these types of flyers have been banned from being posted.
A Wanted Flyer
NOTICE!
The following person has committed the following crime against a member of our faction. Faction members are advised caution when encountering the following:
Crime: Ate the very last twinkie in the Mall's Shoppers
Hair Color: Brown Gender: Male Clothes: A very tight-fitting uniform that I wish I could unsee. Defining Characteristics/Traits: Big. As in they were incredibly tall and used their height to an unfair advantage to take the last twinkie from the tall shelf and eat it.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 4:46 pm
Infirmary & Mapping!
You have unlocked two new locations/activities, besides the mall in general!
"Infirmary": Daniadown has become this! Once it gets converted, anyway. It needs a bit of work, and it's up to you guys to do it. How? Try and fill it with supplies by rationing your own and pooling them (ICly)-- it's up to you!
Mapping: Time to explore the various stores-- found in the faction info list!-- and mark down if they're safe or not. You can either observe them, or go into them, etc!
Just be sure you tag the top of your post with your location when you do choose to do either of these!
Guy Riley shouted at the top of his lungs as he raced into The Winchester, shoving his way past the crowd attempting to unwind. He made his way towards the bar and used Jeff the bartender as a ladder to scramble up and onto the counter. Once there he turned to face the gathered crowd, taking a moment to rip off his janitor uniform to reveal the plush pecks of a He-Man, Master of the Universe costume. He threw it to the ground before he began to viciously wave a comically large keyring over his head.
"THIS ladies and gentlemen, is the MASTER KEYRING that the former mall owner had on him before I nicked it off of his undying belt which means -" he paused, jangling the keys loudly for attention, "Which means! Several things!"
"ONE! I've got the keys so I'm calling the shots as new head janitor!"
"TWO! Remember how all the stores were locked down for our safety and how we all had to cram into shared stores? No longer! I've unlocked those locked stores and there totally safe guys which means you get a store!" He pointed at someone. "And you get a store!" He pointed at another person, "And YOU get a store! Everybody gets a store to call their own! No more bunk buddies guys!"
"AND THREE! All of your STINK! And not just stink skill-wise 'cause I haven't seen the Arcade high scores change in awhile, but seriously this place smells worse than the third day of an anime convention. And since we've already worn just about all the clothes in the mall, I've unlocked The Halloween Costume Store!"
Guy flexed, pointing at his fake muscle suit. "We've got loads of costumes to stink up and burn through, except we're now rationing them. You want the costumes, you gotta pay in Arcade Tokens. We're going to put some semblance of order here while it lasts."
"AND SPEAKING OF! FOUR! I've got it on good authority that all of this is over in SEVEN DAYS everyone! That's right! Seven days and it's back to law and order and civ-il-i-zay-tion which is WHY!" He shouted, holding his hands up in an attempt to preemptively quell the noise, "We're in countdown mode, everyone! We've got seven days to enjoy as much civil disobedience as we can stomach before it's back to acting like proper citizens unless the rest of the world has gone to hell which is whyyyy we're still sticking with the cardinal rule of don't be a butt!"
Guy took a deep breath, resting his hands on his faux-leather loincloth covered hips. "We've already ate most of the food here in the mall, so all that's left is to go out there and scavenge what you can. We only need to put up with each other for seven more days 'til help comes, so let's all make this the most kickass seven days ever a'ight? A'ight! That's it! Winchester dismissed!"
The new head janitor stuffed his keys into his loincloth and paused, raising his hand. "Just kiddin! One last thing: one round of drinks is on the house! Enjoy y'selves, now's a time to celebrate! If you're still standing, go head over to the arcade's prize counter to pick up your starter costume kits a'right?"
"Also, Jeff? I'm not sorry."
The OOC
Welcome to the amazing Mall Faction! Things are most likely going to be a bit more chaotic around here compared to other factions. Enjoy your stay, and have fun!
If you have any questions, please post them in the event QnA and if they're specific to the Mall faction, please quote me (Marushii).
We are going to assume that the survivors in the Mall have lived together for a month, and for "safety" reasons have bunked together 2-5 to a store in shared "rooms." Now that Guy found the keys and unlocked stores, you might want to consider setting up your personal space. Or stick around -- now's an awesome chance to get into character and warm up a bit before things get serious!
Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 8:50 pm
MOAR OOC
Welcome to the Mall Faction! If you haven't already, please go here to post your AIM SN in order to be added to our faction's blast chat!
If you have any questions, please post them in the Meta QnA and quote us (Marushii, Molten Tigrex, lurks beneath). We tend to be online in the late evening/night Pacific Time, so posting a question in the thread is the best way to make sure your question isn't lost and gets answered!
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LOOK YOU WERE TOTALLY QUOTED EARLIER /points up but here you go, just for you another quote and another quote for everyone else heart
Character's name: Ritsa Tiblon Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: GO Ritsa TiblonView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Slender build, Auburn hair that has been tied back into two separate braids reaching down to her hips. And blue eyes.
HERE YOU SHOULD QUOTE ANYONE YOU ARE TALKING TO
QUOTE MORE PEOPLE IF YOU ARE TALKING OT THEM
One month, it had already been a month since the start of this horrible situation. Now look at her, she looked ragged she smelled worse, and to top it off she was irritable. Even her patience had been pushed today, cringing at the unwelcome yelling, her first thought was the mall had been breached since the barricade and they were all doomed. Ritsa moved from where she was currently positioned to stand with the crowed and listen to Guy as he spoke. Narrowing his eyes at the rather childish outfit she had recognized from a cartoon she had watched growing up.
Rolling her eyes with a sigh at the grand display of the keys. The thought of not having to sit huddled next to the smellist member of the group did lighten her mood a little. She preferred her Shoppers, even if it had been extensively looted the first day of the 'outbreak'. Sighing Ritsa glanced over the crowd. She would need to find a few of the others, one at the very least, who would inhabit the store with her for a while. It was just seven more days right? She coudl hold out that long.
"I've got a location that could be used if anyone wants to help me set it up as a base." Ritsa shrugged. If no one jumped on her offer she would happily work on making the personal base all her own. There was 'plenty of room' after all.
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 12:53 am
Jeff the bartender did not stir as Guy clamored up him, didn't even sway. He was tall and sturdy, and frankly, the guy (no, not that Guy) looked a little bit like he was used to it by now. Jeff was also wearing aviators indoors-- in fact, he was wearing an entire police get up indoors... A sexypolice get up.
It had seen better days, sure. There were blood stains here and there, and some parts of it were frayed. Especially at the shoulders, because boy, had the gunshow been brought.
"Didn't suspect you would be, Guy," he drawled, pushing the aviators up the bridge of his nose. "Don't think I've heard you properly apologize once with sincerity for your she-nan-igans thus far." But there was a wry quirk to his lips implying that he was, at the very least, not furious.
"Sorry, Miss, I can't help you out," he said to the gal offering up space. "Can offer you a brew, though, if you'd like a drink to take the edge off."
He nodded his chin to the crowd.
"Same goes to the rest of you. You heard what the boss man said. One drink for everyone, come n'get it."
Silver_tigress18
marushii
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Anyone can get a drink, either RPed with Jeff or just handwaved! Both is fine! smile
Character's name: Leiah Sanderson Character's faction: MALL BBY! Character's journal link:gaia_crown Character's survival stats: emotion_zombie BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERLeiah stands at 5’8 and 130lbs with lightly tanned skin. She’s got brown hair that’s just a bit past her shoulders and blue green eyes that are constantly making her look like she’s up to something. She considers herself fit and trim but a bit on the small side, which makes fitting into clothes hard but easy at the same time.
gaia_crown Goofy: Leiah doesn’t have a serious bone in her body. She tries, but she usually gives up and just goes back to what she does best. She loves to crack jokes in any situation just to make the atmosphere a little less…Emo.
gaia_crown Witty: Just as she’s quick to crack jokes, she’s also quick with a response period, whether it’s funny or sarcastic; Leiah is quicker with her tongue than she is on her feet most of the time.
gaia_nitemareright Talkative: Ever wanted peace and quiet? Leiah doesn’t know the meaning and has never bothered. She could talk for hours on end, from yelling to whispering, Leiah’s mouth is constantly open. Even more so when she’s nervous.
gaia_nitemareright Impulsive: Leiah is used to doing things when the mood strikes, never thinking about the consequences of her actions. Not even once. If she wants to go shopping, she will. If she wants to bash that zombies head in on Call of duty without using a ranged weapon, she will with no hesitation.
HERE YOU SHOULD QUOTE ANYONE YOU ARE TALKING TO
QUOTE MORE PEOPLE IF YOU ARE TALKING OT THEM
ONE. WHOLE. MONTH.
Its been one whole month since the outbreak and Leiah was suffering. She missed her best friend, who she didn't know if the poor girl was dead or a live, trying to survive out there with her stone wall of a boyfriend. She didn't want to dwell on the well beings of her loved ones, so she went to the Winchester to see if anyone was about so she could essentially talk them to death and MAYBE see about finding a way to keep from smelling everyone else's body odor along with hers.
It made her want to barf.
Leiah walked into the bar [she was late it seemed] just as she heard Guy screaming about how he "FOUNDDDDDD" the keys. She was confused for a second, looking at the pseudo He-man on the counter. Maybe he would like to get his Coyote Ugly on and do a jig? Y'know, do some "sexy" dance on the counter to wow the ladies....Or maybe guys? Hell, why not both? She started tapping her foot throughout the entire speech about the rules and how the He-Man was going to call shots as the new janitor which made her giggle a little she wasn't going to lie. Green-blue eyes scanned the crowd, looking for a head of black hair. When she finally spotted said head, she got down on all fours and maneuvered her way through the crowd just like she did on day one, bumping her head on the leg of her boyfriend.
He was the only person keeping her sane at the moment, being her solid anchor after all.
Leiah rubbed her head for a bit while she pulled herself up to a standing point, smiling softly at him. "Hey you~ Whats a fine thang like you doin in these here stinky parts? Got a lady friend you're waiting on or can I steal you from her?" She winked and wriggled her eyebrows, totally just checking him out with NO regrets whatsoever. Its not like she would be making some one jealous or anything, but it was still good to have the ability to goof around even if you're surrounded by stinking live bodies as well as equally stinking dead bodies. In these kind of circumstances, having a sense of humor is sorely needed.
Zombie apocalypses give birth to negative nancies and crazies.
Yeah, we're looking at you Rick and Kenny.
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 1:19 am
Lissa had been sprawled out on whatever spare space there was to be found in the common area when the janitor burst through, shouting something about keys and the undying yadda yadda yadda and some new swag they were all going to have to be responsible for. She spent most of the man's monologuing picking at her fingernails, but the the moment she heard 'seven days' her eyes flickered up at the bustling crowd with a furrowed brow. Were they...really that close to being out? How could he possibly know that?
Best not to think on it too hard, Lissa decided. Seven days was still plenty far off, and she had a mouth to feed in the meantime. A thirst to quench, too, now that she was thinking about it.
She rolled her way up from the floor and onto her feet, sauntering over to the prize counter for her celebratory black cat ears, which were affixed to her messy brown curls with appropriate pomp. She tilted her head towards Ritsa's suggestion, then shrugged her shoulders, letting off a toothy smile. "You heard He-Man. We got seven days to set up a base, Kansas--taking a breather before we get started won't hurt anything."
Having said her piece, she sidled up to the bar, giving Jeff a decent pat-down with her eyes. "Good evening, officer," she purred, looking up from her seat with a knowing grin. "You gonna need to see some ID?"
OOC
Character's name: Elizabeth "Lissa" Buckly Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[Journal Character's survival stats: [Stats] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Freckly-tan skin, wavy auburn hair, brown eyes, stands at 5' 7" with strong shoulders and a little bit of holdover baby fat on her stomach and thighs. Currently wearing cat ears and doused in more than a little glitter.
He gave her a look. Not a leer, but a look, because he was a Bartender, and an Enforcer, and not exactly a gentleman, but certainly not a pervert, especially not during the apocalypse. "Ma'am I find that ID at this point is a little moot, eh?" He gestured at the choice: a few cheap beers, mostly: Coors, Molson, Budweiser, Blue. Alternatively, Mike's Hard Lemonade.
"No craft stuff, that's for certain, and not much left on tap. And that's to say: nothing's left on tap. But it's free and it's cold."
OOC
Character's name: jeff Character's faction: mall - assistant Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: JeffView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERJeff the Bartender is tall and sturdy, wearing aviators and, in fact, an entire police get up indoors... A sexypolice get up. It's seen better days, sure. There's blood stains here and there, and some bits are frayed. Especially at the shoulders, because boy, the gun show has been brought.
AMItotic
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 1:37 am
Rich gave Guy an attentive, if not haggard, look as he shouted and declared himself head janitor - Apparently that was something special - and how they'd all have to be in costumes now. Well, at least they wouldn't smell horribly, he supposed. Hell, they'd probably keep the BO contained for at least a few days.
And, according to Guy, there were only 7 more of those to go. Then Rich could have his damn closure, at the least. He very much doubted that Loraine and Coral were still alive and well, because as strong as a woman his wife was (because all Police wives were strong), there was just no way they could survive consecutive looters and, worse, the Undying. Shamblers, Rich called 'em.
But Guy and Jeff were talking alcohol now, and Officer Filth loved himself some alcohol. Kept the nightmares and day visions at bay. "Double whiskey, ah-mee-go."
OOC
Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Currently wearing a reindeer cap. [x]
The girl with a pair of lavender colored glasses and sighed for nth time. She was sitting on the high chair of The Winchester. Rats. Why rats? Can't they have a better name? Her musing was interrupted by a loud man barged in. Guy Riley, one of the existing mall janitor had crowned himself the boss.
Gretel cast a glance over his costume and quickly snapped back to stare at the bottles behind the counter instead, she sighed softly. Not commenting on that. When he was done with his four rules, she was mildly relieved she just needed to stay there for seven more days before everything went under controlled. She survived in the university for almost two weeks, she guessed she would be no problem, she still needed to finish her game.
After hearing so many nonsense, she felt the need to wet her lips. She turned around to face the Bartender, lips no longer in red but faint fuchsia hue and a hint of tiredness from her grey-ish eyes. "Excuse me, any drinks without much alcohol?" Though a grown-up, Gretel was not good at dealing alcohols. What's more, she wanted to maintain her sober state in cases of danger.
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Character's name: Gretel Sweet Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: GO BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: 23, Grey eyes, short hair dyed in silver grey and wearing a pair of lavender colored frame. Don't ask about Hansel :/ [ LOOK LIKE THIS ]
xxlurks beneath
Recommendations plz.
Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 5:56 am
"Could you give me a Dirty Martini?" Granny smith settled into a bar stool and didn't look like she was going anywhere. "This truly does call for a celebration. Perhaps you and I can do a little more celebrating later if you know what I mean." She winked at Jeff over her sun glasses and waited for her drink.
urks beneath
I'm not sorry.
OOC
Character's name: Gracie "Granny" Smith Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: link BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER And older women with greying dark hair. It was dyed but the roots are clearly greying. She likes to keep it stylish with a pair of funky sunglasses and a boa.
Character's name: Ritsa Tiblon Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: GO Ritsa TiblonView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Slender build, Auburn hair that has been tied back into two separate braids reaching down to her hips. And blue eyes. She stands shorter than most at 5'1'' and currently sports a strange pair of black and white banded stockings.
Lurks Beneath
AMItotic
Ritsa didn't seem all that surprised the bartender wouldn't help out. And she was more than happy to just give him a smile and a nod before moving over to the counter as she promptly waved her hand towards Lissa's comment. "Do what you want, I don't like to procrastinate. Once I've set up my place I'll probably turn to helping with the barricade. I have no interest in turning into one of those things out there. I've watched enough zombie movies to know."
Looking across the counter as Jeff listed off various options Ritsa's eyes perked at one. Mikes hard, there was a drink she liked. She herself wasn't much of a drinker and had a dislike of most beers to start with. "I'll take you up on that drink. A lemonade for me please."
