Officer June Daisy Jones

A Killjoy Bloggy type thing. New Plutonia, Montana.

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Christmas in the Zones

The Four start saving their money at least a month before Christmas so that they can have money for small gifts and, more importantly, a good meal. Most of the time, they save up their money to order Chinese food or any other take-out that they normally don’t have the money to get. Normally, the Four invite people to any gatherings they have, but Christmas is different. Christmas is just about the four of them. If they meet up with anyone, it’s usually the day after or at New Year’s when Cherri makes Tommy invite everyone over for Eierpunsch or Glühwein, depending on what Tommy has in store (I love love love the headcannon that Tommy is German and speaks it, thank you so much to whoever thought of that first, it’s a lovely headcannon!).

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There’s a lot of people in the Zones who went into the desert alone and waited for their loved ones to leave the city. Sometimes they get lucky and find each other, but it’s rare. Sometimes, the Angels help smuggle people out of the city, but not often enough for Zoners or anyone to know that they do it. Since Angels are still a part of BLI, they have to keep those operations as quiet as possible. Any parties involved in the smuggling are sworn to secrecy.

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There was once a strange phenomenon that swept the Zones where one in every twenty or so people went into a comatose state. They could’ve been mid-conversation when they just stopped talking and stared blankly at the person in front of them. For some people, it only lasted a couple minutes. For others, it could’ve lasted anywhere from 1-3 days. When they woke up, some couldn’t remember what happened. Others said they saw God or the Phoenix Witch or said they heard the voices of angels or any other deity. While it could have been a strange radiation related phenomenon, many (including Zone-famous conspiracy theorist Fun Ghoul) believe it was aliens or supernatural god-like beings trying to establish contact Zoners. Another popular theory was that it was a BLI test-run on new surveillance equipment that took memories from the comatose subjects. Perhaps the true answer will never be known...

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Reasons why Fun Ghoul is Dale Gribble

- Wants all bugs dead - Conspiracy theories - Doesn’t trust the government - Aliens - They’re out there - Vikings were first on the moon - Seriously about that alien thing tho - POCKET SAND

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Divine Division

BLI funded a division of military charity workers who were first known simply as Angels of the Zones but later called Divine Division. They were given the new name after BLI made part of the workforce act as keepers of peace around the city and in the first two Zones.

There are four levels of the division: Seraphim, Cherubim, Archangels, and Angels. Though they all serve the same purpose of defending and serving, Seraphim and Cherubim are used in high-level situations. Archangels and Angels are more like foot soldiers.

Cherubim, Archangels, and Angels are used as diplomats for the Zones. Part of the division’s outreach program is to bring supplies to aiding towns who apply for a “subscription” to the program. Of course, agreeing to a subscription means that the town is now under BLI control, to an extent. Divine Division does regularly check towns on the subscription list but members of the division are more lax on BLI contraband protocol, unlike Draculoids or S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W.

Divine Division is more or less popular in the Zones, especially since they bring a bit of order to lawless towns. Some people thought the Seraphim and Cherubim were actually robots, due to the kinds of armor and helmets they wore. But both are human and both can die, though rumors say they can’t because of how well their armor protects them. Seraphim and Cherubim armor has anti-gravity pads on the feet that allowed the users to glide across the sand and rocky terrain. The armor also has low-noise jetpacks, which allows the user to hover and fly at very low altitudes. These installments let them monitor Zone activity without being noticed or let them sneak up on potential threats. Cherubim typically did day patrol since their armor came in light blue/white. Seraphim armor is black and they patrol during the night. There is only one Seraph currently in the division. Known as the Silent Seraph, Akashi Ono presides over all Divine Division missions. He isn’t as popular as previous Seraphim, let alone Cherubim, but he is fair in his actions. As one can guess from his code name, he doesn’t talk much, if at all. Archangel armor is the “lightweight” version of Cherubim and Seraphim armor. Archangels can hover but they do not fly. The upper part of the division, Seraphim and Cherubim, are on temporary suspension due to budget cuts and recent deaths within the division.

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Isn’t it funny how you start out with one character and their story changes so much over the course of however much time that when you finally get to a story idea you like, you think “It took me this long to figure it out?!” Like, the idea you get is so simple that you just think “Wow, why didn’t I think of that before!” This Tumblr side blog has served as kind of a rough sketch of how I wanted my characters (June Jones, Wolf Mother, etc) to be. I was playing with the same old ideas and I would always get to a point where I would stop and think “I can’t go any further” or “The story’s getting boring and doesn’t make sense.” But after reading some DD fanfiction for inspiration, I realized what I needed to do to make an interesting story. I can’t say if I’ll ever make an actual story with June and all of them, even though I really want to. Tbh, I’ve started June’s story over and over again. But I dunno....this time it seems darn near perfect. Or at least it’ll be interesting. Anyway! Sorry for all the static recently. I’m just gonna blame it on school work.

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Cherri headcanons

Cherri tends to find the beauty or interesting component in everything. People (Tommy) say that if a busted can with moldy food spilling out were positioned in an aesthetically pleasing way, Cherri would like it. To him, nothing is more frustrating than not being able to put down what he feels into words and onto paper. Writer’s block makes him kinda grumpy. Cherri does follow the religion of the Phoenix Witch, like other Zone people do. He finds aspects of all religions fascinating. He, Jet, and Kobra sometimes get together to meditate or have “quiet time.” Jet and Kobra are happy to have these times, since Ghoul and Party are loud people. Cherri lives alone and he can tolerate living alone. But he loves having people around. Just the quiet presence of someone is good enough. Being alone is sometimes a necessary thing when he’s writing poetry, but he isn’t a lone wolf. It used to scare him to be alone but he’s gotten past it (he says).

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So I visited Monticello today and it made me wonder what happened to historical, famous homes (if they survived the wars). My first thought was that if the newly formed government of the surrounding area didn’t call dibs, regular people definitely would. At Monticello alone, there’d be tons of resources and reasons to move in. Not only is Monticello on a mountain top (you can pretty much see for miles) and has a relatively close spring, but people could raid the gift shops and visitor’s center for food and supplies.

But I bet only important government people get those homes, if the homes survived. Or those homes get used as meeting places only, like they get converted to town halls or something. If anything, I hope the survivors after the apocalypse take good care of those houses.

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You May Be as Brave as You Make-Believe You Are

June sat on the side of the road next to the big sign that said HONEY GARDEN UP AHEAD. She drank her water, ate a piece of bread that had a bit of peanut butter smeared on it. What am I doing here? It would’ve been better to just face the music and get whatever punishment Wolf Mother... She shuddered and shook her head. No--no! I didn’t want to end up like...like... The sun beat down on her back. Her shirt, a bit stiff from dried sweat, rustled with the dry wind. I know what they do to people like me, she thought. If I hadn’t gone, I would’ve been taken away. I’d come back a different person--if I came back at all. Or I’d work as Wolf’s new Seraph. She heard Wolf Mother’s voice, an echo from another time, on the wind. “Cherub--that’s what you are,” Wolf whispered. “Cherub...cherub...cherub. Maybe you’ll join my pack someday.” June closed her eyes. The only sound was the wind whistling weakly, pushing little bits of sand. She wondered how far away she was from Mr. Mein and his store. Tommy wasn’t the nicest guy she had ever met but she’d do anything to see a familiar face. Even seeing the red-haired hoodlum who called her a pig or the nice man she met the night before would’ve been a comfort. Her eyes started to sting. She opened her eyes and looked out at the lonely desert. A tear rolled from her eye. She wiped it away. “It’s okay to be sad right now,” she said. She wiped her eyes and muttered. “Even if I feel like a big baby, crying out here all alone.” Another voice on the wind, singing; Whenever I feel afraid, I hold my head erect, and whistle a happy tune so no one will suspect I’m afraid! June wiped her eyes again and got up, slinging the duffle bag over her shoulder again. As she grabbed the handle of the armor case, she tried to smile. “The result of this deception is very strange to tell--for when I fool the people I fear, I fool myself as well!” she sang. She smiled a little more, feeling genuine this time. She wet her lips and started to whistle as she got back on the road and started for Honey Garden.

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I’m seeing headcanons about Party’s personality so I wanna throw my two cents in. Party is simultaneously the biggest sweetie and little devil you will ever meet. He’s very mischievous but not to the point of hurting anyone (unless you count being annoying as hurtful). But even when Party is being mischievous, people still love him because this is the guy whose smile can light up a room. His grins can melt the heart of anyone, even if they don’t want to admit it. He’s sweet to most people and not because he can gain anything from them. Sure, he has his prejudices (new people from the city since they’re usually not so street smart and bug him too much), but he tries to be nice most of the time. Basically, Party’s kinda like a pet cat who knocks stuff over and tries to attack your feet but you love them anyway because they snuggle up on your lap later.

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Flight Deck

After the wars, a lot of pilots and their families had nowhere else to go but back to the military base where they lived before everything went down the tubes. This base, once known as Fort Dinsmoore, is now known as Flight Deck. Killjoys and other Zone inhabitants rarely go to the Flight Deck, mostly because no many people know about it. The people there have become self sustaining and rarely leave the area.

Anyone who does go to Flight Deck will experience a bit of culture shock; the lingo Flight Deckers use is unlike any other in the Zones and they keep to certain codes and mannerisms that Zoners might not be used to. These codes/mannerisms are due to the strong military and patriotic influences of past Flight Deck generations. While there are planes and helicopters at Flight Deck, they’re never used. Some are damaged, others have fallen into disrepair due to lack of use, but a few are kept intact and functional in case of emergency.

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I heard a broadcast

Rumor has it those new Monroe kids are from Montana. Can you believe it? Montana. There were a few radio waves I caught, out past the boundaries, when it was a clear, starry night with no moon. The signal was faint, but I heard a broadcast (not the one I was hoping to hear; I was looking for New York but I got Montana). It was a weather broadcast. “Winter weather advisory for New Plutonia today, folks,” it said. “Bundle up.” I wonder how cold it gets up there? Gets pretty cold here in the Zones, but the snow we get turns to slush too fast, most times. Turns to mud, ‘fore anyone can enjoy it. You wanna know what I think? I like to think it was real nice up there in Montana, in New Plutonia. That’s a big name. It had to have been a big ol’ place with lotsa warm, cozy buildings to keep the people safe. And yeah, they had some bad weather like we do--weather’s shit these days, we have the wars to thank for that--but it was nice up there. The snow stayed long and it stayed pretty, ‘cept when someone pissed in it. Then when summer came, it got so nice. The snow melted, then grass began to grow. Maybe some little birdies came for awhile. Couple deer. Maybe a bear. Maybe there was a pond or lake that thawed and people went fishin’. I dunno. Them Monroe folks are pretty pale, so maybe they really did never see any sunlight up there--maybe that’s why they seem so afraid to come out during the day. The sun scares ‘em. Maybe that’s a good thing.

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Howdy, followers! I just wanted to give a good welcome to you all. And if you have any questions about my characters or what I think of canon characters, feel free to ask! :D

Please keep questions PG! No sexy stuff, thanks c:

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FILE: BLI Enforcement Agent INFO INQUIRY

Name: Miranda Hunter Code Name: The Wolf Mother Division: Department of Enforcement and Hazardous Person Management (POSITION: EXTERMINATOR), Bio-Weapon Division Participant #30895736. Background: Graduated from BLI Service and Enforcement four-year training program. Entered into bio-weapons division for Operation: WOLF PACK. Successfully adjusted to genetically enhanced life.

NOTES: The Wolf Mother was, and always will be, a fantastic example of leadership and strength. She will never fail to uphold the standards expected of her.

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Sighting

Randall stared at the girl standing in front of the bulletin board. Looks like hell, he thought. Better not steal anything. Her cheeks were pink, maybe just from the heat or maybe from sun burn. She kept her baseball hat on, the brim hiding her eyes. “Gonna buy somethin’?” Randall asked, leaning against the counter. The girl turned--jerked, more like--and opened her mouth in surprise. She smiled a little. “Yes, can--can I get some water?” she asked. Randall nodded. “Yeah, got half a gallon for twelve carbons,” he said. She sighed, nodded, and dug out her wallet. “You from round here?” Randall asked, plucking a twenty from her hand. “No...” “Thought not,” he said. “Looks like yer from someplace nice, though.” “What makes you say that?” “You stand up straight, you got pretty teeth--” Randall put the half gallon on the counter and gave her change back. “And ya haven’t stolen anythin’ yet.” He smiled a little and she grinned back. “That’s awfully nice! Thank you,” she said. She paused a bit, rested an elbow on the counter. “You know that flyer on the bulletin board--the one about Honey Garden?” “Uh-huh! You headin’ there?” She swallowed. “Oh--maybe. I was just wondering how far away it is.” “Ah, well....’s about...” He scratched his chin. “Probably ‘bout an hour’s walk down the road, since you don’t got any wheels that I see.” She perked up. “That close, huh? Great! Thank you!” She grabbed the water, flashed him another smile. “Goodbye!” “Bye, now!” Randall watched her go. He sighed, leaned against the counter, and counted down the hours until closing time.

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It’s weird because I started off this blog thinking I was going to write solely about June Jones and the New Plutonians with occasional focus on the Killjoys but now I just write a lot about everyone....but mostly Tommy. And now Cherri is always on my mind, too.

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Killjoy Guilty Pleasure Music

Party: K-Pop and J-Pop. Everyone in the gang suspects it (he’s not good at hiding things like CDs). Ghoul often “blackmails” him with this knowledge. Ghoul: Listens to his music without shame!!! (Secretly likes the song “With Arms Wide Open” by Creed. It started off as ironic and now he can’t stop. He also likes “Santa Monica” by Theory of a Deadman.) Jet: He really loves Air Supply. They’re just so pretty. Kobra: He likes to blast deathrock and some goth music. It’s not really a guilty pleasure, I guess. But for some reason, I just imagine Kobra used to be a deathrocker. The genre is still near and dear to him though his tastes have gone to other places. Tommy Chow Mein: (Writing his as a bonus) One time, he ran into Jet at an Air Supply tribute concert. All Tommy did was point at Jet and growl “YOU DIDN’T SEE ME” before quickly going to the back of the theater to hide. Jet hasn’t told anyone.