#dchqs.starter

[believcinlove]

“please. it’s alright. the city is safe, none of the fallen will find their way in here.” she offers kindly as she guides people into the city. she can’t even imagine how it must feel, to finally find somewhere safe to hide from the hoards on the surface, but from what she’s seen over the past three years, people often doubt whether or not they’re really safe here. or anywhere, truthfully.

all she can do, though, is offer them as much assurance and security as she can. “if you make your way to the town centre, you’ll be given a place to stay, and some food.” letting out a soft sigh, diana’s smile fades a touch as she watches them leave. “thank you for bringing them here. we’ve tried finding as many survivors as we can, but.. it’s difficult, as you can imagine.”

[oraclelcst]

“you’re not supposed to be in here.” to be honest, barbara hadn’t even looked up from the notebook she was writing in. she finished up what she was writing, sighing as she did not hear retreating footsteps behind her. she was tired (she couldn’t remember the last time she’d gotten more than two hours of consecutive sleep), she could feel a headache forming, and well, she was cranky. she closed the notebook and re-adjusted her glasses, slowly turning around. “since apparently we don’t like to listen, how can i help you? please note that any and all requests or questions will be much better received with an offering of caffeine.”

[alerdyce]

       st. john sits on the railing of his ship, nails picking at the peeling paint.  it’s been docked for almost a week now, but he still spends most of his time on board.  for the first year, every docking meant st. john combed settlements and cities for anyone he knew before.  but he’s long since accepted that most of his friends & family are gone, one way or another.  lost to the anti-life equation or gone to another earth.  there’s a sigh, then a forced grin.  

“ some rumble about a telepath sending out a distress call somewhere in south america -- i didn’t hear it, but a couple of the crew were swearing up and down.  somethin’ about a shared dream.  hell if i know, but i think we’re gonna go look into it.  wanna come ?? ”  he needs a couple extra pairs of hands; a couple regular crew members have decided to disembark after the last close call.  

[piivy]

Pamela looked around, knowing that things had definitely changed and knew that sooner or later, she would have to adapt. Luckily enough, she could start growing a garden and assign roles. She ran a hand over her face, knowing that she was a bit stressed out but knew that this was important. “Alright, first things first, I need everyone to sign up for a role that they want to do for the garden.” She said aloud, hoping she could get someone’s attention. “Just, line up in front of me and I’ll write down what you want to do.”

[spoilingrobin]

stephanie knew that traveling was risky and generally frowned upon, but well, she’d never exactly been a rule follower. besides, she had business to attend to in wonder city even if she didn’t particularly like wonder city, and that made travel necessary. but she had stayed a little later than usual (she could thank black widow and her training for that), and it was getting darker earlier and earlier every day with the change of seasons. stephanie sighed, wishing she’d thought to bring a flashlight along, but she hadn’t intended for assassin-in-training time to last as long as it had. she was pulled from her thoughts when a rustling sounded behind her, and stephanie paused. fight or flight had always been strong with her, and well, it had only heightened when the goddamn world ended. the click of the safety on the gun sounded quickly, and stephanie slowly turned around. “i’ll have you know i have a shoot first, ask questions later policy.”