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stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

Price and Soap stood at the edge of the water, prepping a small boat for travel. They had a rendezvous with a submarine that Nikolai had commandeered later that night. The dark waters were precisely what they needed.

"There," Soap said, the last of the prep work done. "Ready to shove off, captain?"

Price looked back in at the island. "Just one more minute," he said. He'd called a few people before he'd headed to the beach. Last chance to say goodbye, really. He hoped they'd come.

[ooc: If you think Price would have called, he did. This is his last post.]

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

Price had decided that a leopard could not change its spots, you couldn't teach an old dog new tricks, and he was not in any way a true civilian. He was back in uniform today, spending his free time on the job cleaning his pistol. It was a very important pistol, it deserved to be in perfect working order.

He'd stop to help anyone the stepped in the shop, of course.

[ooc: OCD free, open post]

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

Price's shift at Wellspring was marked mainly by the odd fact that he was wearing a Hawaiian shirt, and was listening to a top-40 radio station as he worked.

He looked utterly uncomfortable and wasn't enjoying the music at all. This 'civilian' project wasn't working out for him.

[ooc: Open post, OCD free, sorry about the lateness.]

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

Price's first week of trying to be 'more civilian' meant showing up for work in jeans and a t-shirt.

It looked rather silly, really.

So there was a man desperately attempting to look casual behind the counter filled with guns. He was even doing a crossword during his downtime.

[ooc: Open, OCD-Free post. Wooo]

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

Price was nursing a tiny hangover today, so he had a thermos filled with hot coffee he'd brewed at home. He had no class to prepare for, his term over. He could have stayed on, taught further exercises in being a soldier. But his heart wasn't really in it, anymore.

He was a soldier, born and bred. But right now, John Price, former captain of the SAS, wanted to be a civilian. He thought about Drake last night, putting such a brave face on, in the face of impending death. That was the sort of bravery he wanted, now. Not the all-guns blazing suicide mission, but the happy party, surrounded by friends.

Friends. That was something he really needed to work on. Especially since there'd been no contact from Soap or Nikolai lately.

Price stood behind the counter, wondering idly if you really could teach an old war dog new tricks.
[ooc: OCD free, v. open post!]

redandblueblur.livejournal.com

Clark wasn't exactly working at the bar so much as stopping by to see how his good friend Tino was. Maybe have a coke and see if he couldn't tune in some preseason football for his trouble.

It was good being in a town where he didn't get interrupted twice a quarter to rescue someone who'd been buried alive.

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

Work.

Robin was at work.

If you had asked Robin where she would like to be the week after she was married, she would have said any number of exotic locations -- beaches, cities, various locations involving people serving her drinks.

This was not one of those places she would have chosen, no. So the bartender tonight was not exactly thrilled to be there, no.

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

Price looked a little worse for wear today. He'd finally gotten stitches to close the wound over his eyebrow last night, and the swelling was down a bit, but he still looked like he'd taken a pipe to the head.

Not that he minded, really. It was a badge of honor, almost. He was grateful that they'd all made it out alive and intact.

And he really had to look out for the Drake boy. He was too handy with that staff for your average student.

But for now, Price was on duty at Wellspring. And trying not to fall asleep in his chair.

[ooc: The OCD got eaten by a Yao Guai. Open post!]

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

Captain John Price of the British SAS was rather pleased with himself. Sending a bunch of teens through bizarre training exercises helped him feel like a soldier again. Even if it was a soldier against zombies and other bizarre creatures. It gave him purpose, something he'd be sore to admit he'd been missing of late.

He still needed hobbies, though. Which was why today, after doing all his inventory work and shop upkeep, Captain John Price was going through a big grab-bag of old stamps and started sorting them.

That's right. He was taking up stamp collecting.

[ooc: Open post. The OCD went AWOL!]

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

Price was going over lesson plans today, trying to figure out what exactly he'd be covering on Friday. The class was going well so far. And now he was starting to think he could probably take over the world if he wanted to, and he could get his students to go along with the idea.

They all made him quite proud, really.

If anyone needed the Captain today, he was on duty at Wellspring. He'd be happy to help you.

[ooc: The OCD feel asleep [sic]. Open post!]

solo_sword

Jaina had had to shut most of the rest of the island out once dead people started showing up, but she could guess at how people might be reacting. So when she got in to work and set things up, she made sure to add a sign.

1/2 OFF ALCOHOL FOR THOSE WHO REALLY NEED IT

Someone was trying to be helpful today.

[Afk for a few hours later, so mod Tino for speedy service, but otherwise around!]

lovethenubbins.livejournal.com

After an energetic morning run and a shower, Ashley headed over to the Perk. Her mother's genes apparently kicked in because she decided to order a large cup of tea instead of coffee. She also decided to indulge with a couple of cookies.

She sat at a corner table and sipped her tea while waiting for Captain Price.

[Ash is meeting Price but post is open if anyone else wants to chat or for your own Perk needs!]

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

Price was going over notes for his class on Friday. He was going over something that was, by all accounts, classified. Top secret. But he was actually crazy enough to be sharing it with teenagers... even if they all seemed like he could organize them into a unit and they'd be able to take over a few countries.

Not that Price wanted to, or even thought about doing such things. But sharing top secret black ops missions with them, well... he was already a 'war criminal'. What harm could it do? They'd just get important life lessons, really. That was what was important.

He'd gladly look up from his notes if anyone entered the shop. He'd not even bother to put them away, if anyone got nosy.

[ooc: Open, OCD free, and I totally didn't forget I switched shift days. Really.]

lovethenubbins.livejournal.com

Ashley was in a pretty good mood when she arrived at the gym this morning. Class had gone well on Friday, she got through the weekend without anything weird happening and Jessi was nowhere in sight.

She settled in behind the counter with the new issue of Guns and Ammo magazine.

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

As Price was now teaching a workshop on Fridays, he'd changed shifts at Wellspring. Today he was on duty, wearing simple slacks and a button down shirt. Incredibly casual for him, really, but he was trying something new.

He was trying to 'switch off', as it were. Trying to be more of a man, and less of a soldier.

It wasn't working so well. He felt uncomfortable in these clothes. He'd be grateful for a visitor or distraction.

[ooc: OCD free, open post!]

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

Price was actually quite looking forward to tomorrow. It'd be his first day as officially part of the school faculty, and he'd get to chaperone the shuttle trip to pick up the new students. With a bloke he had yet to meet, but that would be no problem at all. Meeting new people was part of his new job.

So today, he was cleaning his pistol, the pistol that killed Imran Zakhaev. He did not pull the trigger at the time, no. He'd barely even managed to watch Soap fire the pistol to take him out, before losing consciousness. He'd woken up in the Gulag after that, but five years later he was handed this pistol again, by Soap himself.

This was his equivalent of the vacation scrapbook, the collection of love letters, the stack of home movies. This pistol held the memories for Captain John Price, and he cleaned each piece dilligently and carefully. It would remain in perfect working order as long as he had breath in his body.

But of course, he'd pause from his task to help anyone that came into Wellsping.

[ooc: open post, ocd free, i'm at work so slow replies but i'll happily take tags all day!]

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

Price was happily maintaining the displays, very glad he wasn't feeling the need to be all 'love and peace' at anyone this week.

He also was drawing up plans for his class. He'd been doing a little bit of research at the new community library, but he'd want to cover more bases. After all, dealing with firefights in his universe was far different than many others. The students might need preparation for everything.

Price would be happy to not sell you a gun, or show you into the meditation center.

[ooc: OCD free, open post, work slow warning!]

spring-lost.livejournal.com

Cable wasn't the kind to hide after debacles like the one a while ago, especially not after several years spent at Fandom. What he was concerned about was Jan's wellbeing, and as a result, he'd been spending rather a lot of time fixing up some new safety protocols just to ensure nothing would go terribly wrong.

He was relying on those now; she was upstairs, watching new episodes of the cartoons Wade kept insisting she absolutely had to watch. It was... a little educational. A little.

It also left Cable some time to talk to Irene on the phone about Rumekistan's current plans for industrial expansion. Which he did from behind his desk at Wellspring, sagged back in his comfortable chair.

[[ open! ]]

lovethenubbins.livejournal.com

After waking up on Saturday with cotton mouth, a severe case of the munchies and an insane amount of embarrassment, Ashley had spent the rest of the weekend hiding out in her apartment.

This morning she was at work and taking advantage of the punching bag.

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

Today, John was draping cloth over all the gun displays. He had two vases of freshly cut flowers, ready to hand out to anyone that came in.

And the sign out front suddenly had a make-shift one in front of it. In bright neon letters it read:

Give Peace a Chance

Price would get a pretty good laugh at this once he was more himself.

[ooc: OCD free, Open, Work slow warning.]

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

Price sat on a park bench, a lit cigar in his teeth. He wore his uniform like a security blanket, comforted by the familiarity of its feel against his skin.

He'd spoken with Soap the night before. His rehabilitation was almost complete. The stubborn bugger was doing alright for a man who'd been nearly stabbed in the heart by an evil bastard American general.

Of course, it'd been Soap that killed that same general, with the same knife that had almost killed him. That was impressive.

Maybe his time here was nearing an end. But maybe he didn't want to leave.

And that was a new feeling entirely.

[ooc: Post is v open. Work slow warning.]

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

Price's Arms shift was marked by a considerable amount of brooding. While he hadn't been thinking of it that way, his conversation with Millie had led him to believe his existence here was getting a bit lonely.

Ironic, in many ways, given his pre-Fandom living arrangements.

But anyone who stopped in to save him from his thoughts would get a smile and eager service for their efforts.

[ooc: Open, OCD free, same note as the clinic!]

livingasheth.livejournal.com

Millie was here and still happily thinking about her evening with Max.

You'll have to forgive her if she's a bit distracted.

on-her-korhal.livejournal.com

It was almost... easy, to fall back into old, nearly human habits. Once upon a time she would have sat in right this spot with this cup of coffee, affably pondering something about her students.

Now, Kerrigan had greater - universal - concerns, but she had to admit that ordering coffee at the Perk would be a good way to keep up her ruse of good behaviour. She hadn't yet progressed to giving the Trooper Station a visit - if simply to determine what level of fool had taken Roy's position - but that would come with time.

And, she reflected as she sat down at the table, it seemed the Perk staff hadn't forgotten her usual order, either.

[[ open! ]]

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

Price's usual day at Wellspring was marked by a definite lack of anything special going on.

With the exception of Price himself passing the time by assembling papercraft firearms.

Yes, he knew it was childish. But it made him smile.

[ooc: Sorry, lack of OCD today as I'm running late. Open, though, and I will actually reply from work!]

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

Price was thankfully unbitten and his normal self today.

He wasn't keen to the idea of losing his mind like last week. He'd already lost too much of it.

But still, he was rather pleasant in mood today. He'd gladly help anyone that came by.

[ooc: Lack of OCD today, Open, same note as Mina's for replies. Sorry!]

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

When Robin came into work on Tuesday, she was actually full of questions for Tino, for once.

"Did you watch the finale on Sunday? Did you understand it?" she asked immediately. Tino just looked perplexed. Robin scowled at him, and decided, "Whatever, I'm probably supposed to still feel confused. Especially if you're still clueless."

Like Tino had even answered the question.

Current Mood: irate

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

It was amazing Price got into work at all, given he'd been ambushed on the way there by a naughty gremlin.

But after a short stop to pick up some sunglasses and a gigantic tricorner hat (and a long blonde wig), there was someone manning the store at Wellspring Arms. Thankfully, the bite wasn't driving him that crazy.

But it really was odd seeing a 45 year old bearded man dressed as Lady Gaga.

[ooc: OCD free as I gotta split to work. While bitten, Price will only be speaking in Gaga lyrics. I will reply to all tags when I get home!]

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

The convention or whatever was going on had wound down, and Price had felt like it had been too long since he'd had a gathering for FIRE.

So, he put up some fliers about town that morning, bought some supplies, and set up a barbecue grill and pot-luck in the park that night. He himself was grilling burgers, bratwurst, hot dogs, and chicken. It was sadly not a very vegetarian friendly grill-out.

He'd certainly turn no one away, even if they weren't part of the adult crowd for which FIRE was intended.

[ooc: Up early for timezones! OCD up and post is open!]

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

It was Price's day back at Wellspring, and he was quietly going though to disassemble and clean all the display items, before reassembling them. Good practice, really.

He'd be happy to not sell you one, if you came in.

[ooc: Flying OCD free, open post, I'll be back at approx. 4 pm central!]

furious-maximus.livejournal.com

Max had arrived (gasp!) early to make sure that everything was ready. Since he wasn't planning anything too strenuous for the first meeting, he didn't really have much to prepare for. Now he just had to hope that some people actually showed up. Because it'd be pretty dang embarrassing if they didn't.

As the first people trickled in ~~assuming they did~~ Max just let them mingle. Nothing too formal. He wanted everyone to be comfortable.

Once he felt enough people had arrived (and that there wouldn't be too many more coming), he figured it was time to get started.

"Hey. Glad all of you could make it. Most of us have been on the island long enough to know that things go bad every so often. Not everyone has the training to defend themselves if that happens, and even those that do can generally use some practice and a chance to improve. That's what we're here for."

"For those of you worried about my qualifications," aside from the fact that Max was huge, "back home I'm combat instructor with the military." No need to get into too many details there. "I'll try not to yell too much since you're all here on your own time, but if I slip, hopefully you'll forgive me."

"I know that some of you are new to this while some of you have a lot of experience fighting. Help each other out. You don't have to have me for every little thing."

"And with all that out of the way. Let's introduce ourselves. I'm Antillar Maximus. Max. I'm a combat veteran. Served in multiple campaigns with the legions. Most of my experience is with swords," and bar fights, "but I'm proficient with most hand-to-hand weapons." No guns though. He should remedy that at some point.

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

Price was rather glad to be settled into work today. He was lamenting the fact he had trouble coming up with ideas for the bloody FIRE group. Five years in the Gulag (have we mentioned the five years in the Gulag?) did take their toll on his ideas about social outings.

If he could, he'd just organize a town-wide paintball game but that would get very messy.

The kind of mess he liked, admittedly. But it wasn't quite feasible.

It'd have to remain a pipe dream.

Anyone needing the good captain could stop by the store.

[ooc: OCD free due to lateness. Sorry!]

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

Fraser, being the kind fiancé he was (and sane person), had brought home some of the enormous graduation brunch cake. Robin had been steadily working through it, to the degree that tonight, she was behind the bar eating yet another slice of cake.

So what if it was a few days old. Cake didn't go bad. At least, as far as Robin could tell. Besides, she'd made Tino eat a bit, too, so if she got food poisoning she was taking him down with her.

Current Mood: hungry

spring-lost.livejournal.com

There was no better time or place to oversee the work being done to set up for the graduation brunch than early in the morning with the dog, out in the park. The first men and women were up and about their roles.

Cable paid them a moment's worth of attention, then proceeded on his way.

Tether had calmed down over the years, and so Cable could devote most of his attention to Jan. Who hadn't. Calmed over the years, that is.

In fact, she was trying to get a look at just about everything. Ever.

[[ open ]]

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

While Robin wasn't exactly ready to drink herself into oblivion after the weekend, or anything -- it hadn't been that bad, though now there were other people who knew that she was RJ -- she was still wary when she wandered into the bar. Tino, after all, might have seen little-her when she was in bossing Adrian around.

Tino, however, was already busy at work stocking things and whistling, in an alarmingly good mood. Which just made Robin all the more suspicious.

Caritas was open, and the bartender was on her guard.

Current Mood: uncomfortable

montecito-east.livejournal.com

Mary was having trouble concentrating today. She couldn't help thinking about the weekend and how her weetiny self had found an adult to confide in about her dad's abuse. It had been three years since his death and she thought she'd moved on already. At least she didn't confess to anything, but she really needed to find this Price guy and do some damage control.

Welcome to the the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Tortellini Bacon Broccoli Salad

[Open with no OCD!]

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

Let it never be said that Captain John Price was a good influence on children.

He had a blanket out, covered in various guns, ready to hand to the children. Water guns, mind you. He wasn't stupid. From pistols to super-soakers, they were all ready for the taking.

Price himself was wearing a rain slicker. He came prepared. This was basically Price getting all of his grandfatherly instincts out. And yes, he had a bucket filled with grenade-style water balloons in case any of the kids did turn on him.

[ooc: Very open.]

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

Price had decided against running another FIRE meeting just one week after the first.

If by 'decided' you meant 'couldn't think of what else to do'. He'd come up with an idea by next week, he was certain. At least, a better idea than target practice. Something told him that wouldn't be quite the hit activity like bowling.

He was hard at work at Wellspring today, happy to help anyone who came in.

[ooc: ~~OCD coming~~ Open and Answering All Pings... Once I'm Off Work]

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

As people (hopefully) began to filter in, he stood on a chair to make his little announcement.

"I'd like to thank you all for coming. This isn't going to be a long speech, don't worry. For those that don't know me, I'm Captain John Price. I guess I'm in charge of this little club. Now you'll notice that the staff here aren't charging for the lanes tonight. That's because I worked out a deal. This club will be visiting various establishments around town each week, and we'll basically... show up and have fun. That's about all it's about, folks. Making friends, having a laugh, the simple things. Now you do still have to rent your own shoes, but that's just pittance, ain't it? So feel free to order some refreshment, get bowling, or stop by the arcade. And if you've got suggestions or anything for future meetings, I'll be over there."

He pointed towards the 'Big Game Hunter 3000' arcade machine.

"And that's all the speech you'll be getting. Have some fun already."

[ooc: ~~OCD coming~~ Open! I will be unavailable while at work, but please, come and play!]
[ETA: Yep, it still serves alcohol. My bad! Also, I am around now]

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

Price was doing his normal inventory checking during his day at Wellspring. For some reason, it was reassuring to know that all the guns pretty much just stayed in the same places, and never moved.

He jokingly thought he should go out and tack up the word 'museum' after the 'arms' in the shop name. After all, wasn't like he'd ever sold a bloody gun. Not that he wanted to sell them, mind.

And today, he was a little preoccupied. He had that 'meeting' he was hosting tonight. He really wanted that to go well.

[ooc: ~~OCD comin' up~~ Open, answering all tags when I get off work!]

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

Captain John Price had an idea.

This idea was community involvement. And the best way he knew to do that was involving alcohol and a sport of some kind. So that's what led him to his sneaky idea. Step one was posters, which he put up around town.

( Cut for Image )

[text: Fandom Island Recreation Enthusiasts. Inaugural Meeting Friday Evening at Fast Eddie's]

Step two was hoping people would show up to the bloody thing. Bowling and booze was a start, but he wasn't a one man planning committee.

[ooc: Open post, if you wanna run into him!]

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

Price was at work today, still with a slight limp to his walk.

Stupid wolves.

Otherwise he was doing just dandy, happily reorganizing the merchandise a little bit. He'd assist anyone that stopped in, of course.

[ooc: 50,000 OCD threads used to live here. Now it's a ghost town... err, meaning no OCD, open post, I will answer the pings when off work and now I must run to catch my bus, argh.]

survivesplague.livejournal.com

Kyle was here. So was Tino. Together? THEY SERVED DRINKS.

Well, mostly Tino was having Kyle do it. But still.

[OOC: Sorry for lateness. Loooooong day.]

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

The fog was cleared, the monsters gone, and Price had done his part to protect the island from destruction. And this time, it hadn't required thermo-nuclear detonation of any sort.

He sat on a bench, his leg propped up. He had bandages across his midsection, under his slightly torn black turtleneck, and bandages on his calf where the pants leg had been neatly cut at the knee to provide access for dressing the wound.

The emergency rabies shots were not fun, either. But Price liked playing it safe.

For now, he was wrapping up a conversation on his cellphone.

"No, Soap, I am not hallucinating. Bloody pack of wolves, that's what I had to help fight off. I'm not even telling you the real unbelievable parts, you silly moppet." Pause. "Oh, come on. You're lucky you're still rehabilitating or else I'd be there giving you a good pounding for that comment. You may no longer under my command but I'll still get the respect I deserve."

"Yeah, it was nice hearin' you too. Don't get all girly on me, mate. Goodbye."

He hung up the phone and put it away. Good night on the whole, he thought.

[ooc: Very open.]

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

Price was doing inventory of the ammunition again today. He was also vaguely planning a date.

Yes, a date.

Though this being John Price, his date was going to consist of... showing off his marksmanship skills. Such a romantic.

But he was around in case anyone needed service.

[ooc: ~~OCD coming~~ Open!]

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

Well, Price had a bit of extra energy today as he worked at Wellspring. An extra spring in his step, perhaps. He certainly seemed to be smiling a bit more than normal.

And no, he wasn't going to say why. He was a bit of a gentleman, thank you.

[ooc: And I'm running late again, so no OCD. Replying to all tags when I'm off work myself. Open Post!

Also, his name is Captain Price, and this is his favorite store on the island.]

solo_sword

Jaina was not quite herself today, so she would not be opening up the bar. On Monday she was going to have withdrawals from having gone this long without showing up to work.

Tino, however, was completely himself today, and he was looking oh so pleased about having to be here on a day everyone had gone insane again.

...Maybe he'd get a hookup from someone who didn't know any better. That made him feel better.

[Mod Tino for all your drunken-AU-hookups-that-you'll-regret-on-Monday needs!]

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

Price was at work today, idly sketching stick-figure drawings of what was him fighting strange monsters. He'd been thinking about that offer Lulu had extended him. It would definitely be a challenge. But part of him wondered if it was more than he could handle.

For now, though, he was around. But remember, he'd only sell you a gun if the Price was right...

[ooc: OCD free cause I'm running late. Open post, I promise to reply to all pings after work!]

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

Price had found the relative quiet of the island actually a little disconcerting. Like being in a near ghost town. It reminded him a little too much of his mission outside Chernobyl.

He could hear Captain MacMillan's voice in his head. 'Fifty thousand people used to live here. Now it's a ghost town...'

But even bad memories couldn't keep the old dog down. He was at work, cleaning his shotgun this week. It was a good shotgun. But he wasn't the type to name his guns. They were guns and that was that. No need in calling them 'Vera' or anything silly like that. That was for loonies.

[ooc: OCD is on spring break itself. Stop in! I will reply to all tags after work.]

stayingfrosty.livejournal.com

Price was at work today, rather pleased that the town would be quieter the next week. It wasn't that he disliked the young people, but just that he liked the quiet.

You'd find him in Wellspring today polishing his pistol and making sure all the parts were clean and in excellent working order.

[ooc: OCD free this week. Feel free to drop in, answering all tags at approx 7 pm central.]

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