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The RP-Haven Clan List

If you want your clan on the list, please comment with the name, short description, and any requirements of the clan. 

 

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1. Be an RP clan to some extent

2. Must not be in clan probation (Check on the clan page in-game)

3. Has to have at least 2 active members

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Who Killed Magrat

Arch Stanton
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Arthur Stanton
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Chief Constable Shadow
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Dan White
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Evan Stanton
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Hana Barret
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Hank Godsen
20% (1 vote)
Harold Johnson
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Hyle Troy
20% (1 vote)
Jake Johnson
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Jonas Barret
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Longhands
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Nurse Maisie
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Queenie Watts
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Sergeant Alana
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Stella Mcfarlen
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Sun Feng
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Taiyoko
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Tukiko Troy
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Winona Barrow
40% (2 votes)
Total votes: 5
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The Murder - Civic Responsibilities


In all fairness, Hyle’s diversion to The Constabulary was a welcome relief. It gave her a moment away from the deeply saddening task of making the arrangements for Magrat’s funeral. To be honest, a bunch of folk having a picnic, or a sit-in or whatever it was supposed to be, was not the item on the top of her agenda.

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The Murder - Suspect Interviews

Maisie

 



From their footsteps alone, Shadow could tell which ones were Maisie's as

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Sticking Around

Das, Fenster, Brett, stood in the grasslands outside Picus. Fenster began to lean against the window sill and almost fell before he remembered they were outside and there was no window sill. Das smiled and tried not to laugh. Each of them held a curved stick. Brett looked at his. 'Why did Veronica make these for us?' Brett asked.

'They are Christmas gifts,' Fenster explained. 'Something about her travels.'

'She travels down under,' Das said.

'The New Flagstaff sewers?' Brett asked.

Das and Fenster both looked to Brett.

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Shameless New Year!

Merry Christmas everyone, and a Happy New year to all you survivors of the apocalypse :D

I keep coming back and reading to recharge my batteries. Although I am not so active over here, I've been busy writting and finished my 5th novel in two years.
One of the novels turned out to be popular, so I've written a standalone sequel.

 

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/me shamelesly advertises (with Reaper's previous permission, though)

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Tallisen's Return.

[ Hello it is me again, joined five years ago and life got in the way before I could actually do anything beyond my first post, I'm back again and posting :) ]

Tallisen glances upwards before pulling the reigns back harshly on his horse, causing the animal to neigh as it comes to a stop while he reads the over pass sign, Odenville, Straight ahead.

He sighs before moving the reigns, directing the horse to continue onwards..

[ Feel free to add me in game as Talissen :) I would appreciate the company.]

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An aside.

The statue of Noah Barret is, was and probably always will be the place of choice for Hope Spring’s adolescents to hang out. People couldn’t help but notice you being cool in your ripped, patched and home-dyed cool clothes so that everyone would know that you were the future and why can’t you just take us seriously.

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Lost and Found Rage

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To say it'd been an interesting couple of weeks would be an understatement as far as Jeassiah was currently concerned.

Finding Canni as she was in the car wash of the building Jess lived in was a surprise, then there was the quiet one, Taiyo who she'd found with Canni.
That they had come to some sort of understanding where the younger girl was concerned was also something of an unusual nature, but it was also one where Jess found herself very reluctant to discuss with anyone, including Lance and Hyle.

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Mordet/The Murder, Day Two (part 2)

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So it was no small amount of trepidation that Hyle felt as she walked down the slope from her car into Longhands’ north camp.

 

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Mordet/The Murder, Day Two

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Hyle looked in the mirror, the bags under her eyes were evidence of a sleepless night. Her mind had been full of the previous day’s events and the fact Shadow had been out all night investigating did not help.

 

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Something's Missing

The whiskey slipped between his lips, the burning sensation had almost been forgotten. It'd been years since he had any real alcohol. He realized then that he had missed it almost as much as he had missed smoking and strangely enough, missed talking to other people.

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Mordet/The Murder

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It was around two in the afternoon. Hyle was leaning on the edge of her desk, looking out of her office window. Her office door was closed and the blind was down. She had left explicit instructions with her staff that she was not to be disturbed.

 

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The Thirty Days of Magrat (part fourteen, final)

The last few days of Magrat’s time in Hope Springs were without incident.

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The Thirty Days of Magrat (part thirteen)

“Get out of my way! I’m next. Emergency…see!” Johnson, the aggressive shopkeeper who ran the shop and storage facility at the vehicle workshop, waved his bandage covered right hand in the face of the elderly man who had just got up to take his turn for the treatment room.

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The Thirty Days of Magrat (part twelve)

Magrat had a chance to demonstrate this supposed ‘edge’ a couple of days later when Maisie had insisted the teenager join her in helping with one of the head nurse’s new duties at the school.

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Chez Spivey, just around 7:30

Joe had been pacing the hall for about ten minutes. Well for Joe it was one cigar and onto the next. 

"Ain't you ready yet?!"

Kirsten's voice drifted out if the bedroom "Just a minute. Archie and Harvey are only four doors down Joe."

Silja smirked at Joe's pacing. "It is good to be 'fashionably late' you know."

Joe's replied with a stern raised eyebrow. Silja just poked her tongue out in return. Uwe did his best not to snort.

"Yer, an' you two just concentrate on Anni. And nevermind any 'goings on', right?"

 

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The Thirty Days of Magrat (part eleven)

Magrat was unusually quiet for the rest of the morning, so much so that Maisie spoke to Doctor Troy about it when she returned from her own rounds at midday. At lunch, Maisie hung the ‘At Lunch’ sign on the clinic’s main door and the doctor took Magrat into the vacant treatment room where they sat next to each other with the treatment room table once again doubling as a dining table.

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The Thirty Days of Magrat (part ten)

Amy froze for a moment and then slowly released Magrat. She sank back onto the bed, pushing herself backwards while staring at Magrat with eyes that had seen, and were now remembering, too much.

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The Thirty Days of Magrat (part nine)

If Magrat had been expecting a dark and dingy sick ward packed with groaning and sighing people close to death, then we can hope that she would have been pleasantly surprised by what greeted her as she and the head nurse stepped away from the top of the stairs.

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The Thirty Days of Magrat (part eight)

Once Magrat’s breathing had returned to normal and she could unclench her fingers, Maisie went through notes of the people they were going to see with her. Some of the cases, most in fact, were what any medically trained person would call business as usual. A couple of them, however, even when couched in sanitised medical terminology, showed a disturbing story in the patient’s recent past.

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The Thirty Days of Magrat (part seven)

“Seriously? This is what you want me to wear?”

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The Watchers

Luka pulled down the purple cloth from the window, more a hole than a window, in the New Flagstaff lab upstair storeroom to bring in light and then suddenly leapt back with a fright from the face staring in.

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The Thirty Days of Magrat (part six)

Seeing any more patients now, with all the glass on the floor, was out of the question. Maisie had no choice but to go through to the waiting room and, after jokingly checking none of the four people there was dying, she asked everyone to come back in the afternoon.

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The Thirty days of Magrat (part five)

Magrat returned to the treatment room followed by the man who had been sitting next to Evan Stanton. He was walking slowly and holding his side in apparent discomfort. She directed him to sit on the vacant chair and he did so slowly, grimacing all the while. Magrat passed a handful of patients’ folders to Maisie.

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The Thirty Days of Magrat (part four)

Magrat returned with the bandaged boy from the waiting room. Maisie wasted no time on pleasantries but got down to business by pointing to the chair recently vacated by Winnie Barrow.

“Sit.”

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The Thirty Days of Magrat (part three)

Maisie watched Magrat help Winnie out of her loose-fitting jacket and then the equally loose-fitting man’s shirt she wore underneath. The girl’s care and gentleness were immediately apparent but Maisie was tensely poised to take over, just in case.

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The Thirty Days Of Magrat (part two)

Magrat held the mop awkwardly. Back in the camp, there wasn’t much call for mops. Lots of mud and grass but not many floors.

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Pipeline. Vivien's Story (cont.)

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Pipeline.

 

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