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A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure
Episode 273: Perfectly Legitimate Trickery

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 31, 2025 79:07


To the library! And the Palace! Lucky haggles, Mina explains the Ruinous Powers, and Webbie had plenty of fun.The Professional Casual Network continues their play through of The Enemy Within.Join the PCN Discord: https://discord.gg/AqPYVbDMkzTwitch.tv/professionalcasualnetworkhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCfUOaJjpMfgRFWL7Z996lyQA special thanks to our Patron at Patreon.com/professionalcasual :Thank you to our most recent Patrons! Steve, Mel Cen, Mason D., Scazar, Sly Changeling, Bangarang, Craig S., Scumcat, Necromeat, Carlos, Okey A., Thomas S., theneilharris, Nemo R., Jari S., Manuel, Irishstu, Matthew, Anthony P., James J., Kyndra C., jay_dilf, Chris D., Oskar A., Handsome Andy, lil_willy, Kuaku, RandomGuy, Neckro, Bryan F., TheHarbingerPulsar, Ookfark, Thomas F., Therealmcasshole, Exile Creations, Tony M., KordixVR, Andrew W., Kilted Sparky, Oga, Astyria, BrooksHW, Cyril S., Josh, R Man, Scott R., James H., Thomas M., David P., Jan B., Kim B., DoomEagle55, Kenneth B, Pagan Prince, Brendan A., Patrick (The DM), Christian H., Fast and Bulbous, The Ryan, Achillesnick, Todd C., MidTable, Michael G., Haydenr, Charles M., Mr. Tisdale, Andrew K., Simon H., CJ Keller II, Dveli, John M., House., Marc "OG Griggs" G., Ben N., Brett L., Alex S., Will C., Dan H., Wizrdakills, IronMaize, ExPaxis, James M., Jian C., James G., Beefbarian, Joshua L., Devilpup, Paycheck S., Todd M, Nicholas B, Christian H., Ta03rd, Andrew G., Cupboard Kobold, Attila, Cole M., Liam A., Kristopher W., David H., Hunter W., Lankydiceroller, Alex S., Dave K., Justicar, Clayton P., Tim S., Stephen S., Brad A., Matt A., Brian W., Timothy G., VPotter, Mike D., Thoras, Justin K., Tepo C., Matt T., Rusty, Ara M., CyanidaCola, Nick A., Soren R., Kara N., Cliff K., David B., Cj K., David Q., Ben N., Syrpent, Zachary M., Robert W., Goodatthisgame, Will J., Otis H, Kalle H., David H., John O., Mikasaz, OmnusProtocol, Jonaspdv, Steve T., Chris and Nicky, William, AW B., Sam M., Kristoffer w., Luka J., Lexa W., Cyder D., Joe M., Paul H., Joe W., Alexandre R., Scott F., Nerdtism, Joe L., Richard G., Dani2Time, Michael M, Rich M., Soul Eater, Aaron H., Eric B., Quinn B., John S., William S., Rob M., Rob, Franz B., Film-Lars, Leslie S., Matt F., Paul S., Christopher T., Matt L., Zane T., Thomas T, Joe J., Jens R., Oliver H., Mikolaj W., Andrew, Zach C., Justliketheplant, Neil L., Jared S., Mikael N., Taylor M., George F., Tom M., Devin M., Nicholas W., Jonas P., Jonathan L., Simon P., Gareth G., Jacob Y., Lady_Leah, David R., Will B., Stephan S., Brian Y., William S., Path,Tim D., Simon W., Jake C., Theo A., Heber R., Ben R., Vaughan A., Daniel S., Lars, Taylor H., Blarin R., Gervasio L., Adam D., Craig G., Kevin C., WreckMyPodcast, Charlie S., Witchdream, Anthony R.Mailing Address: P.O. Box G, West Oneonta, NY 13861, United StatesVoicemail: 603-803-3235 (Country Code 001)https://throne.com/professionalcasual https://www.drivethrurpg.com/browse.php?affiliate_id=3002007Mentioned in...

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Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 6

ExplicitNovels

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 29, 2025


Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 6 Lab Results and Quarantines Based on a post by Break The Bar. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.   The Docs signed off, leaving me alone in the little meeting room again. Not knowing when I would be able to leave, I decided to try and fall back on one of my old military instincts; sleep when you can. So I got comfortable in the chair, closed my eyes, and let myself drift into a fitful, not-quite-soothing sleep. "Harri," someone said, and I woke with a start as my shoulder was touched. "Urm," I grunted, and sniffed in a breath as I blinked rapidly and looked around. I was still in the room, and Miriam was smiling at me. She was dressed in fatigues here in the military office complex instead of her service dress blues and her hair was up in a standard military bun hidden beneath the standard issue cap. "Just like a grunt to take any reason for a nap," she grinned at me. "Come on. We can talk in my office." I stood, yawned and stretched, feeling something pop in my back and my shoulder from the uncomfortable position I'd been in. "Lead the way, Lieutenant Colonel," I said. She rolled her eyes at me a little but didn't say anything, just opening the door and walking through. I followed her back into that hallway where Brent had clocked me. He wasn't in the waiting room at the end of the hall. "Is Brent,” I started to ask. "He's waiting on another floor," Miriam said. "Refuses to leave until he sees his daughter is alright. It's making operations slow down over at the construction site, but I can't blame him." "Neither can I," I said, touching the tenderness of my black eye. Miriam led me through several very plain corridors lined with doors. None of them had windows to see in, and most had nameplate mounts but lacked names, and instead were labelled with numbers. It struck me as secretive, and that meant I was probably in the Air Force part of the building and not the Vaccine Test Center part. If they were trying to make people feel at ease joining an experimental program, these plain walls and doors forming a maze were not the way to do it. Confounding an enemy trying to sneak through this part of the building, though? It was perfect. I followed Miriam until she stopped at a seemingly random door and opened it, leading me into a large office. It had a large bank of windows, but extra-heavy curtains had been hung over them and were drawn shut to the point I wondered if they were nailed in place. One wall was entirely covered in a whiteboard with all sorts of coded writing on it. There were two desks in the room; the main desk was scattered with papers and a computer terminal, with a plush office chair tucked in behind it. The second desk had more stuff on it, but in neater piles, and Captain Bloomberg was sitting behind it at work. She glanced up at us as we entered and gave me a slightly judgmental look, before going back to the printout she was reading. The rest of the office space was dominated by file shelving units, a gun safe, and a leather couch that looked uncomfortable but was probably soft as hell. "Captain, could you give us five?" Miriam asked. "Of course, Ma'am," she nodded, set down the papers face-down and stepped around her desk to the door. She shot Miriam a quick look, and Miriam gave her one back, and the Captain left. If I had to guess it was to do with the fact that the office was probably full of classified material and information and the Captain was silently reminding her superior officer not to let me poke around or leave me alone in there. "Sit, please," Miriam sighed once the door was closed and we were alone, gesturing at the couch. I did, instantly sinking into it, and she sat on the other end and turned to me. "So, now that we know it's not life-threatening, you feel ready to get teased yet?" I snorted a little and scratched at my beard. "It's still a little raw," I admitted. "Just like how you fucked her?" Miriam asked with a grin. "Sorry, that's the only one." I shook my head and chuckled. There were few kinds of people who could be as morbidly crude and insulting, and mean it in the best way, as a military friend. "Seriously, Harri," she said. "I got a briefing on it. She's fine, you're fine. No one is in trouble." "Tell that to her father," I said. "And I can't blame him for probably wanting to kill me." "Yeah, well, tough shit for him," Miriam said. "We've expanded his Need to Know status and gave him some more info on the vaccine to calm him down. He's not happy, but he's not worried anymore. Seriously though, did you have to go and fuck my lead civilian contractor's daughter?" "We were friendly with her," I said, and let out a long breath. "Erica said she thought Vanessa might be a little interested. I don't think either of us expected her to show up on our proverbial doorstep and ask for a foursome." "I always did think Erica was a smart woman after we met," Miriam said. "Though I figured you'd lost a few brain cells since you weren't dating her at the time." "There's a whole story behind that," I said, waving her off. "I'm sure there is," Miriam smiled. "Doesn't mean it's a good excuse though." "Well, Vanessa seems to think you have a crush on me after she met you for all of two minutes," I shot back at her. Miriam flushed for a moment but didn't look away from me, still in command in her own office. "Vanessa might have been doing a bit of projecting," she said. "I'm not into hillbillies with bushy beards and big guts." "Ouch," I laughed, holding my stomach. Sure, I wasn't in the peak physical form I'd been in coming out of the military, but I hadn't gone that soft. Miriam and I continued to chat and laugh for a few more minutes until the Captain came back and then Miriam let me borrow some sound-cancelling headphones and hang out on their couch while they were working. They had food ordered in and Miriam and I ate dinner together while Captain Bloomberg ate as she kept working at her desk. It wasn't until I noticed that the faint bit of light leaking around the edges of the curtains was dimming that it had been a long day and I hadn't been able to contact Erica and Ivy. I asked Miriam if I could have my phone back just to update them, and she and the Captain had to discuss it for a long moment before they decided they could probably do the texting for me, but for security protocols I couldn't be given control of the phone. When my phone powered on it took a long moment for it to connect to service, and then it started buzzing like crazy and a bunch of messages came in. Miriam was holding it, and her eyes went a little wide as the message notification scrolled by. "Um," she said. "Well, it looks like you and your partners are... happy together." "Oh no," I groaned. "What did they send?" "Well, you have a whole bunch of messages from Brent Peters chewing you out, so there's that," Miriam said. "But, uh, well, there are photos from your partners." "Sorry," I shrugged, once again finding my face heating up at the exposure of my sex life. "It's fine," Miriam said. "It was my idea to do the texting anyways." She tapped around on the phone for a moment. "Alright, I'll just say 'Harri isn't allowed to use his phone right now. This is Miriam Abarbanel. He is fine, no trouble. Vanessa is also fine and healthy. They will return tomorrow.'" "That's fine," I said with a nod. I would have liked to tell them more, and that I loved them. And that they shouldn't have been trying to send me whatever scandalous photos they had considering I was in military custody at the moment. Miriam hit send and a minute later another text came through and she opened it, immediately rolling her eyes and setting my phone down. "What?" I asked. "Erica sent another photo, and I think it was for me," she said. "What? Really?" I asked. Miriam opened the photo again and turned my phone around to show me. Erica and Ivy were both sunbathing in the chairs, topless. The third Adirondack had a name tag written on a piece of paper and taped to the back of the chair that red 'Vanessa.' Beside it, they had put out another lawn chair and had quickly put another nametag on it that said 'Miriam.' I couldn't help the little snort of laughter that came out of me, and I covered my mouth to try and stop from giggling a bit. "I'm sorry," I said. Miriam laughed once and set my phone down. "You know, Erica is the right kind of trouble for you I think," she said. "You haven't spent enough time with Ivy," I countered. "That girl is mischievous. I bet the Vanessa one was Erica's idea to try and cheer her up, and the other one was Ivy." "If you've got any pictures from that Danielle woman, I wouldn't mind checking those out," Captain Bloomberg said from over at her desk. "Laura," Miriam said, a little shocked. "What? I told you when we first saw her, that woman could turn a bigoted granny gay," Laura said. "That's fair," Miriam said thoughtfully. "Hey, no arguments from me," I said. Miriam and the Captain ended up finishing their work days, though Miriam told me that she was on call 24/7 anyways and they stayed in apartments lower in the building. She offered to try and find me a free one to rest overnight, but I asked her if I could see Vanessa and stay in whatever medical room she was in. I didn't want her to wake up from the process and be alone. This started a silent conversation of sharp looks between Miriam and Laura, until Laura sighed. "She's not alone. Her father hasn't left her side since we let him see her. This is... let's call it a legal grey area at the moment. Technically you're not even extended family, so he would get precedent on deciding who can be there," she said. "But under the circumstances of the Vaccine imprinting, there's been some debate going around the legal circles of what constitutes a civil union. The matter's still up in the air, but there's a case to be made that you and she are now more intimately connected than she and her father. So I guess the question is do you want to push the issue?" "Oh, fuck," I groaned, and had to massage the bridge of my nose. "On the one hand, yes I want to see her. On the other, Brent deserves to be pissed at me and worried about her. Can I just talk to him?" "Honestly, Harri," Miriam said. "I think you should probably leave that whole conversation to Vanessa and how she wants to have it. Doesn't matter how much you defend yourself, you're still the guy that fucked that man's daughter in a pretty... degenerate seems too strong, but pervy is too weak. Anyways, you fucking her like that brought her here, and he's now aware that she's going to be intimately connected to you for a while." I puffed out my cheeks and let the air blow out slowly, unsure of what to do. "I can try talking to him," Laura offered. "But honestly, I don't know if it would do any good." "It's fine," I finally conceded. "He can be there, just find me another room where I can crash, and let me know when she's awake?" "I'll leave a standing order with the nurses," Miriam nodded. So, as Miriam and Laura finished up for the day, they sent for the night sentry who patrolled the floor and let him know I would be in the staff break room and was allowed to eat out of the cupboards and use the washrooms. Once the airman was gone Laura excused herself and left me with Miriam. "It was nice having you around, Harri," she grinned, dropping her command facade again. She put her hand on my upper arm and grinned, giving me a wink. "And I was joking when I called you fat." "Yeah, well, you really hurt my feelings," I fake-cried, making her laugh. "I'll see you tomorrow before you leave, alright? And I still expect that beer next time I'm up at the site," she said and gave me a peck on the cheek. "You got it," I said, and pecked her back. "And thank you for all of this today, by the way." "Happy to help," she said, and then escorted me to the room where I would spend the next seven hours. The sentry woke me up around four in the morning. I had Cheeto dust on my shirt and fingers, the bag I'd found in the staff room cupboard almost empty and crumpled up on my chest. "Sir, I've been asked to bring you down to the medical wing," he said. "Fuck," I said, blinking awake and standing up. "Uh, give me a second." I went into the men's washroom and quickly washed my hands and my face, and tried to get myself straightened out. Looking in the mirror, I could tell that I'd been running on empty for a bit, but I didn't look as bad as I might have if I hadn't been getting in some light napping at least. The airman brought me to the elevator and punched a button for about a dozen floors down, and when we stepped off of it, it was clear that we were in a more public-facing area, though the number of armed airmen on guard was actually higher. The floor was still quiet, this early in the morning, and generally featured a lot more stuff. There were glass panes and windows everywhere and the place looked like what I would picture a medical bay would in a not-too-distant future medical show. There were a few nurses around, but most of the rooms and beds were empty. We passed by one room that was sealed up with a little yellow light near the handle flashing 'Quarantine Active.' That got me gulping and moving. We turned a corner and I saw her. Vanessa was sitting up in a hospital bed, an IV drip hooked in to one arm. She was in a hospital gown and didn't have any of her usual makeup on, so she looked... sick wasn't the right word. She looked different enough that I noticed it, but it was like seeing Erica without her makeup that first time. It was different but I liked seeing the natural her. "Vanessa, I'm,” I started, but then she threw a magazine at my head. "Harri, I swear to God if you try and apologize to me, I'll throw another one," Vanessa said. She had a stack of a few of them on a little rolling bedside stand, where she also had a tray from a shitty cafeteria meal. "You look good, Vee," I said, changing my mind. She blushed and smiled. "No, I don't. Liar." "Okay, you look as good as someone in a hospital bed can," I said. "Come sit, Harri," she said, shifting herself in the bed and patting beside her. I did, and she took my hand in one of hers and lifted the other to brush a finger against my bruised eye. "The night nurse told me what happened when I woke up." I opened my mouth to apologize again but remembered what she'd said and clicked it shut. She smirked and squeezed my fingers. "Good, you're learning." "So you're not pissed off?" I asked. Vanessa leaned her head back on the pillows propping her up, taking a deep breath. "Maybe at the world, a little. But at you? Or Erica and Ivy? No. I went in there knowing what I was asking for, and you told me the risk. I decided getting off with you three was worth it." She broke into a small smile. "And from what I remember, it was pretty fantastic." "It was," I chuckled. "I mean, wild and filthy, but fantastic." She was looking at me, searching my face for something. I couldn't tell if she found it or not. "I spoke to my Dad. He told me he decked you pretty good but I wasn't expecting a full-on shiner." "He definitely got me," I said, touching my eye. "Wasn't as bad as I felt I deserved." "Yeah, well I told him if he does it again I'll deck him," she said. "And that if he tries to take any revenge on you, he's just punishing me." "Does that mean what I think it means?" I asked. She brought my hand up to her chest and put it over her heart. "Harri, I'm stuck with you no matter what at this point, but if you guys will have me I'd like to move into your crammed RV life. I thought you and Erica were cool since we met, and we know we're sexually compatible. The way I see it, I can either fight this thing just for the sake of fighting, or I can get on board the Harrison train and enjoy the ride." "Vanessa, I; God, I wish I had my phone right now," I said. "There's a picture the girls sent that you'll want to see." Vanessa rolled her eyes and her smile grew. "Oh, I got several pictures," Vanessa said. "I've already seen them. Why don't you have your phone?" "I was up on a secure floor," I said. "Lieutenant Colonel Abarbanel was actually the one to see them when she helped me message back that we were Okay." "Then you have some surprises waiting for you I think," Vanessa grinned. "But for now, you're all mine." She pulled me towards her and guided me into a kiss. Then she whispered into my lips as our noses rubbed against each other. "Pull the privacy screen around us." "Here? Really?" I asked. "My nurse actually encouraged it," Vanessa said. "She said we just need to try and keep it down." I stood up and went to the curtain built into the rolling track around Vanessa's bed and pulled it around us, blocking out the rest of the room, and the hallway beyond the glass observation doors. When I turned back to her, Vanessa was shrugging out of her hospital gown, her cute little tits jiggling. I kicked off my shoes and got up on the hospital bed with her, picking her up a bit and sliding her down into a laying position and tucking my head down to suck on one of her nipples. "Oh, Harri," she crooned, her hand running through my hair. Her nipples got hard quickly as I played my tongue over them, feeling the little boob around it tug and pull as I moved around. I popped off and raised my lips to hers again, giving her a kiss. "I didn't get to spend that much time telling you how beautiful and sexy I think you are," I said between kisses. "Harri, you don't need to lie," she said. "My boobs are tiny. I'm used to; Ah, fuck!" I cut her off by grabbing the tit I hadn't sucked on, squeezing it hard enough to make her hiss a little bit. I'd seen she liked a little rough pawing and play during the foursome, so I used it now to make a point. "If you ever tell me these aren't perfect, I'll spank you so hard you'll have my handprint on your ass for a week." "Fuck, Harri; Fuck," she groaned as I let my grip on her tit loosen, and then bent down and took that nipple into my mouth as well. "Fine. You like my tits. I believe you." "Don't just believe me," I said. "Vanessa, you said you thought Erica and I were cool when we first met. Well, I thought you were fascinating. This gorgeous, tough woman who knew how to take charge and make things happen. Beautiful from head to toe even when you were trying to downplay it for work. Now, you're going to lay back so that I can explore every inch of your gorgeous, perfect body." She looked like she was somewhere between beaming happily and crying, but she nodded. I started back up at her lips and kissed around her jaw and down her neck to her collar bone. Then down to her chest, where I teased her nipples some more, rolling one between my fingers while I tongued and lightly nibbled on the other. Once they were both standing proud and weren't about to go down, I helped her pull the hospital gown off until it was hanging from the arm with the IV in it, revealing the rest of her body to me. I kissed down her stomach to her bellybutton and pressed my forehead against her, kissing her fit stomach softly, then moving lower. I got to the point between her belly button and her mound where her scar was, and the Strength tattoo. I took my time there, kissing it, and tracing my finger along the letters of the tattoo. I turned back to look up at her face and she was pensive, staring at me with this worried look like I was going to change my mind about her. "Perfect," I told her again, "And strong as hell." My lips went further, down onto her mound where a smattering of hairs were poking out. She'd obviously shaved herself in the past, but not as recently as I bet she would have liked. But I didn't care, and I kissed along the stubble of her pubic hair, letting it play against my lips as my beard played against her skin. She spread her legs for me, and I slipped around on the bed so I was laying between them on my stomach, looking up at her. "Do you want me to do this here?" I asked her. "Harri, I want your cock inside me like nothing else," she said. "We'll get there," I grinned, and began to explore her cunt with my lips and tongue. I took my time, softly kissing and licking, searching every nook and cranny of her outer and inner labia. Then I did it again, sucking a little harder, nibbling just a touch, finding the sweet spots that made her legs quiver or her breath catch in a hiccup or gasp. Then I went deeper, peeling her open with my fingers to see the soft pink of her hole, and tasted and teased her. She mewled for me, clawing at the bed. I kept needing to move her leg back as it came up and wanted to curl in towards me until I just planted my hand on her thigh and pushed her open, holding her leg wide. Then I did the same to the other leg, pushing them back further, and I slowly licked from her hole up her lips to her clit hood, teasing the tip of my tongue under it before pushing it back with my upper lip and prodding her clit softly. "Making me... ugh!" Vanessa grunted with a girlish tone, gasping for air. I did it again and watched as another little orgasm rolled through her, her cunt flexing as her abdominal muscles clenched. Moving lower I kissed the inner curve of her ass cheek and looked up from between her legs to meet her gaze. She watched me, a little surprised, as I practically buried my nose in her cunt so that I could drive my tongue against her asshole. Her brow furrowed as I did it, and one eye twtiched as I teased the outer ring, then centered on it and nudged the tip of my tongue a little deeper. "Not here," she gasped suddenly, and I stopped. "I; not here," she said again. "Okay," I said, moving up from her ass and kissing the crook of her thigh. "Just like that?" she asked. "What kind of guys have you been seeing that don't stop when you say no?" I asked back. She blinked. "The kind who don't eat ass, and rarely eat cunt," she said. "So the wrong kind." "Then let me ask you; what do you want me to do now?" She closed her eyes and blew out a long breath through pursed lips, before opening them. "Get your pants off and fuck me while we make out. I want to feel you on top of me." I grinned and slipped off the bed, undoing my belt and kicking my pants off. I was already hard, and she was wet from my exploratory oral, so I got back up on the bed and got over her in a standard missionary position. "Like this?" I asked her. She reached down and got my cock in position, and wrapped a leg around my waist and ass to pull me into her. "Like this," she said with a grin as I slowly penetrated deeper into her. Vanessa was hot and clenched my cock in a rippling sensation as I drove in, slowly fucking into her until I was buried to my root. She grabbed my beard in her hand and pulled me into a kiss as we stayed still and connected. "Ow," I muttered into the kiss. "Sorry," she laughed, releasing my beard. "It's fine," I said and kissed her deeply. We made out, our tongues doing more work than my cock for a long moment, until we started grinding against each other. The rhythm built up slowly, less a pounding than a sensuous back and forth that felt more like dancing. Well, the best kind of dancing where my cock was inside of a beautiful woman. Our kiss broke as we panted against each other. "More," she gasped. "More what?" "More weight," she said. "I want to feel you." I lowered myself from my elbows, letting my body press down against hers like a too-heavy weighted blanket. "Umm," she groaned somewhere at the back of her throat. Her body felt tense under mine, but slowly loosened. I kissed the side of her neck, and she ran the heel of her foot down my leg and then back up to my butt. The soft whoosh of the glass door opening outside of the privacy curtain made us both stop moving. "Vanessa, you good in there?" asked a woman. "Yep," she said. "So good. Perfect." There was a long moment of silence, and then, "Oh. Sorry for interrupting. If you and Mr. Black can finish up, your Father was hoping to see you. I can stall him for ten minutes?" "Thanks," Vanessa called back, biting her lips. Two soft footsteps and the door whooshed again, settling closed. "Oh my God," Vanessa groaned. "I can do a lot in ten minutes," I said with a grin. "No, we have less than that," she sighed. "I need to get cleaned up and dressed first, and you need to be out of here before he gets here. But first I need you to fuck me hard and fast and give me your cum." So that's what I did. I raised up higher again to gain the leverage I needed and I started pounding into her with hard, steady strokes. Vanessa gasped, and soon we were back in that rolling rhythm of our hips except it was way more fucking than dancing. Our eyes never left each other, and when I went in for another kiss she bit my lip as she started to come. That pushed me towards my own edge, and I got myself there by reaching down and strumming my thumb against her clit just as she was coming down, pushing her right back into a second wave of orgasm as her body clenched and I released. "Fuck," I growled, thrusting my hips forward and emptying my balls into her. "Fuck, Vanessa!" She arched her back, silently screaming before she exhaled hard and released the tension. We both lay there panting for a long moment. "I really want to fuck you again," I said. "Right now. I'm still hard as a rock for you." "I can feel that, you fucking caveman," Vanessa laughed, cock drunk for the moment. "But I need to clean up and you need to go." "One more thing," I said, and kissed her again. I got my clothes on first and then helped her find and put on her pants. She hadn't worn underwear when she had come to visit us the morning before when this whole thing kicked off, so now she was going to be leaking my cum into her jeans. Her shirt was there as well, but she was still hooked up to the IV, which meant I had to leave the room and send a nurse to help her. I stopped at the edge of the privacy curtain, looking back at her. "Go," she motioned to me. "I'm not leaving. You can see my tits any time you want." Maybe I was cunt drunk, but I wanted to tell her I loved her. I just grinned and blew her a kiss and a wink before slipping out. Once she couldn't see me, I shook my head. I thought orgasms were supposed to give you post-nut clarity, I thought. I almost blurted that out, and no matter how compatible we were sexually I knew that wasn't the right thing to say at the moment. I found the nurse, who went to help Vanessa, while another one brought me back to the elevator where I was met by the night sentry again. He brought me back up to the waiting room I'd been in before, and I flopped onto the couch. "Harri. Harri, we need to stop meeting like this," Miriam said, and I blinked awake again as she was standing over me and smirking. "Fuck," I grunted. "What time is it?" "Just past 0600," she said. "We've got a couple of cars ready to drive you back home." "A couple?" I frowned. "Brent left earlier in his own vehicle," Miriam said. "But we're sending you back with two more partners for your friend Leo. I already spoke with Vanessa and she said she wanted to ride with them to try and help them stay calm through their vaccination." I closed my eyes again as I parsed what she was saying. "Okay, hold on. Leo is getting two new partners?" "From what I red they are a bisexual couple who wanted to stay together," Miriam said. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and sucked in a big breath through my nose. "Well, at least mine isn't the only RV that's going to be packed to the gills." Miriam brought me down to the underground garage for the building and handed my phone back to me. Two black SUV were idling, the windows all tinted to the point that I couldn't see a single thing inside including the drivers. I turned back to Miriam. "Just another day?" I asked her. "Hell no," she smirked. "You, Harrison Black, as the biggest pain in my ass since I took this posting." Then she pulled me into a hug. "But I wouldn't change a God damn thing about it. I'll see you once our on-site office is up and running." "I'm looking forward to it," I said, giving her a squeeze back. "Lieutenant Colonel." "That's Miriam to you, soldier," she said, pulling back with a smirk and kissing me on the cheek. The elevator bingled and I was shocked, or really mildly surprised, to see Agent Sourpuss leading two women bundled up in hooded jumpsuits with masks on. Sourpuss took one look at me and sneered, directing the two women to the front SUV and climbing in with them. "What was that about?" I asked. "Oh, she's pissed off because she keeps getting seconded to us for transportation detail," Miriam said. "I have no idea why, but she isn't happy about it." "No; Technically I'm pretty sure that was my fault, actually. But I meant the whole bundled up get up." "First, why am I not surprised you're a pain in the ass for other people as well? And second, it's new protocols coming up from California and the first testing area. I guess there have been some questions around whether vaccinated but unbonded women could contract or become carriers for the virus. It's the latest back and forth between the scientists." "Speaking of which," I said. "I know why I don't need to be all bundled up, but why don't you? Are you imprinted on someone?" "Me? No," Miriam said. "Not yet, anyway. I'll do it when they push the order out, for now we're still technically in the testing phase for a bit longer. Everyone who leaves the building and re-enters without being vaccinated is getting blood tested and quarantined; it sucks, but it leaves us able to work functionally instead of talking to each other through hazmat suits." The elevator bingled again, and this time it was Vanessa who stepped out as a sentry gestured her towards the front SUV. She saw me immediately and veered off course, coming to me. I wrapped her up in a hug and noticed Miriam giving me a hard-to-read look. "Hey," I said to Vanessa. "I hear you're playing therapy animal for Leo's new partners." "They asked me to," Vanessa said. "From what I understand, the nurses don't think the woman who is supposed to be doing it does a very good job at calming nerves." Miriam snorted a little but covered it with a cough, looking at me. "Well, I feel like I'm missing out on some more alone time with you, but I understand why," I said. "Do me a favor and try and feel them out a bit, see what they're like." "I will," she smirked and went on her tiptoes to give me a peck on the lips. "They're going to be our neighbors, after all." "Yes they are," I grinned and patted her butt. "See you at home?" "Fuck. Home," Vanessa said, backing away from me. "I haven't had one of those in a while. It's gonna be weird." She turned and strode to the SUV and got in the back. "That one might be trouble," Miriam said. "They're all trouble," I laughed. "See you sooner than later?" "Sooner than later," she grinned and winked. I went to the back SUV, which was apparently my personal chauffeur for the sole reason that Agent Sourpuss couldn't find an ounce of empathy in her. Hopefully there's a partition between the front and the back, I thought. I can check those pictures Erica and Ivy were sending me. When I opened the back door of the SUV to get in I had to stop. "Ah," I said. "That explains a lot." I slid in and shut the door. "Agent Grierson." The craggy-faced Agent smirked and nodded. "Harrison. When I heard there was an anomalous vaccination issue, I decided to check it out and lo and behold, it's my favorite redneck." "Did you just come to check-in, or are you looking to offload some more government cash on me?" I asked. The SUVs started moving, pulling out of the garage and into downtown Portland. "Kid, you know I don't need to come to see you to check in," he said. "And I don't have the time to just come shoot the shit, no matter how much I'd enjoy a good fuckin' day off once in a while. I'm here to ask a favor." "Well now you're just being coy," I said. "You know that I know you didn't have to let that lease thing through instead of a flat purchase, so you've got me cornered." "Well, the good news is that I'm not asking you to do anything underhanded," Grierson said. "I noticed you've recently taken on a security consulting contract and your clearance has been restored. I'm going to open it up a little bit more here, if that's alright with you." "Playful, then coy, then asking my permission? Jesus fuck, what are you about to ask me to do?" "Alright, kid. Here's the deal," Grierson sighed. "Sometime in the next few days you're going to get a new partner delivered to you. What I need you to do is keep an eye on her. She's the daughter of the Ambassador from the Philippines, and officially we've run her through the Oracle matching system as a diplomatic courtesy. What no one else knows, including people in that building we just left, is that her Oracle results didn't matter. I'm placing her with you, and scattering a few other Filipino nationals in safe little corners of the country, as a deal with the NICA." "Wait, that's the..." I had to wrack my brain going back to my Military Police training. "Isn't that the CIA of the Philippines?" "A much lesser version, yes," Grierson said. "On the official unofficial paperwork, it's a spy deal. We're going to take care of some of their valuable people who are here, and they're going to take care of some of our valuable people who are over there. The unofficial unofficial deal is that we don't have anyone over there, and the government of the Philippines is going to let us stage our latest espionage attempts into China from their shores. There's a fucking information blackout coming out of China right now, and other than satellite images we've got nothing on what's going on in there." "Okay, hold on," I said. "So am I taking in this Ambassador's daughter as payment for the US Government?" "No, you're taking her in because Kyla Bautista is also secretly a spy who just graduated from the University of Southern California with a degree in dance, and while she was there we suspect she turned at least four different Professors and research assistants into assets for NICA for Intellectual Property espionage. I'm scooping her up and putting her with you because you're so far off the radar that no one would think you're keeping an eye on her, and so that the Chinese can't find her if they figure out what's going on and want some revenge. But most of all, I'm putting her with you because, despite your record and stupid career choices after you left the military, you have the mindset to keep an eye on her without her or anyone else knowing that's what's going on." "This is all well and good, Grierson," I said. "But I've got three women imprinted on me already, one of them by mistake. How the hell am I supposed to add a fourth woman into the mix?" Grierson snorted. "Kid, I got news for you. By this time next year, I'd bet all that money I just put into your bank account that you'll look back and think what a naive question that was." I sighed and shook my head slowly. "What does her father think of her getting matched off like that? Does he even know?" "Oh, he was pissed until he got cut in on an early vaccination as well for his wife, along with his long-time second in command who he's been having an affair with, and his additional American mistress who is very black and very formidable, neither of whom the wife knows about. He seems to think it'll be fine." "Jesus," I sighed, shaking my head. "So what, is the OGA offering to pay me for spy sitting?" "No," Grierson said. "But there is an upside." "What's that?" "Like I said, Kyla Bautista graduated with a degree in dance. If I wasn't too fucking busy being ethical, I'd have just put her in my house. The woman is something else." "That's gross," I said, my face twisting in mild disgust. "It's reality, kid. Game it out; people need to fuck to save their lives. Even before this shit show people put a value on beauty over pretty much anything else. What do you think it's going to be like when the entire country is getting matched up?" "I don't know," I sighed. "That's; I don't even want to think about it." "And that's why they pay me and my people the big bucks," Grierson said. He tapped on the glass partition that separated us from the front seat, and the SUV began to pull over. "I'm not asking you to do anything you wouldn't have anyways. Just keep an eye on her for me, alright?" "Fine," I said. "But if she takes one look at me and asks for someone else, I can't do anything about that. I'm not forcing some woman into this." "Won't be a problem," Grierson said. The SUV came to a stop, and he stepped out. "Grierson," I said, and he turned back. "Miriam said someone pulled some strings to get her assigned where she is. Was that you?" "What?" Grierson raised an eyebrow. "You think I like you that much, kid?" "That wasn't an answer," I said. "Well, if it was me, I think maybe you owe me another one still," he said, then shut the door. Another car had pulled up behind us, which he got into, and it pulled a big U-turn in the middle of the empty street and drove back the way we'd come. The driver of my ride pulled back onto the street and sped up to catch the other SUV in our mini convoy, and I was left to my thoughts. I sighed and opened my phone. I didn't want to think about this Grierson thing. If it happened, then it happened and we'd deal with it. I went to my messages and opened the ones from Erica and Ivy. "Fucking hell," I sighed, looking at the lewd pictures and knowing that Miriam had seen them. "What am I going to do with three women?" Or four? Or more? I was going to need a bigger bed, and quickly. I stretched, feeling several somethings in my back and shoulders pop, as I got out of the back of the nondescript black SUV and felt the gravel of the construction site crunch under my boots. The place was bustling since we'd arrived mid-morning, and I saw more than a few of the workers taking looks over at me and starting to talk to each other. The rumor mill must have been burning hard since Vanessa had gotten carted off in a military helicopter and flown away. First things first, however, was to not unload two vaccinated-but-unbonded women into the middle of a construction site. I flashed a quick thumbs up through the passenger side window at whoever my driver had been; I'd never seen a face or heard a voice; and jogged up to the other vehicle and knocked on the passenger window. Agent Sourpuss rolled it down a moment later, scowling at me from the driver's seat. "What?" "I know you haven't been here for a bit," I said. "But if you drive around to the right over there you'll see our RVs and our little compound. Dropping the ladies off there would probably cause less of a, uh, scene." I could tell she wanted to argue with me but knew I was right. Instead of answering she just stabbed her finger down on the window button beside her and closed it in my face, then pulled the SUV around and headed in the direction I'd pointed. I walked along behind, and we rounded the second big bunkhouse building that was looking just about finished now and headed towards our compound. By the time Agent Sourpuss put the vehicle in park Erica and Ivy were already ducking out from behind the sheets hung between the corner of the RV and the storage container that we'd deemed the 'front door.' Leo and Danielle were right behind them. I wanted to go to my women, but I held myself back and instead opened the rear door of the SUV. Inside I saw that Vanessa was sitting in the middle row bucket seat, and I leaned in and kissed her quickly before offering her a hand down. "Don't go getting all chivalrous on me now, Harri," Vanessa grinned as she accepted my hand and swung out onto her feet. She looked back into the vehicle. "Come on, ladies. Leo's out here waiting for you." The two women, practically swimming in their baggy, hooded coveralls and masked up to boot, unbuckled and started climbing between the seats. I, however, was suddenly a little busy as I was hugged from behind by a small form that could only be Ivy. Beside me, Erica was pulling Vanessa into a hug as well. "I'm so sorry, hon," Erica said, squeezing the shorter woman tightly. "If I'd had any reasonable idea that this would happen,” "It's fine, Erica," Vanessa said, squeezing her back and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Seriously. We'll talk about it, but I'm Okay with it if you are." "Hey you," I said in the meanwhile, turning at the waist to wrap my arm around Ivy's shoulder and hug her to me. "Hello, mon amour," Ivy sighed. "I missed you." "I missed you too, I've," I said, and leaned down and gave the short blonde a quick kiss. The first of the women had reached the door of the car, and Ivy let me go so that I could offer her a hand down. All I could see of her were her eyes and the skin around them; she was white but tanned heavily, and had soft grey eyes that were flicking around. "Let me help, miss," I said. She accepted, her gloved hand taking mine for a moment to step down, and I ushered her directly towards Leo and Dani. "This is Leo, and his better half Danielle." "Hey," Leo scolded me playfully, giving me a little punch on the arm as he grinned. "Hey, hon," Dani said, pulling the woman into a hug that seemed to surprise her. I turned back and Erica was helping the next woman down; she was white and paler than the first, and had dark green eyes. Soon she was getting the same hugging welcome as the first from Dani, as Leo looked both a little bashful and a little excited. "How about we head in and talk?" Erica suggested to everyone. "Ladies, Leo is my brother so I might be biased, but you're in good hands. And if he ends up sucking, then Dani's got you." "Hell yeah I do," Dani chuckled, nudging Leo with an elbow. "I wouldn't mind getting handled by either of you," the tan woman said through her mask. "God damn, girl. Your tits don't quit." "Thanks for noticing," Dani grinned and winked. She took both women by the hand and started leading them into the compound. "Come on, let's get you two fucked and settled." "Now that's one hell of a welcome offer," the other woman laughed. I laughed a little too, hearing the two as Leo quickly jogged ahead to hold the fabric door open for them. "Seriously, those two are gonna be something else," Vanessa said, shaking her head. "You got to talk with them?" Erica asked. "The whole ride here," Vanessa said. "Their names are Aria and India. Aria seems a little sweeter and the more rational one, while India is a hippy kid from hippy parents. They said they've been girlfriends for three years, and up until last year they 'worked' as sugar babies while Aria was finishing up her master's of communications." "Jesus," Erica sighed with a rueful smirk. "They're going to eat Leo alive."

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Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 5

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Play Episode Listen Later Jul 28, 2025


Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 5 Lab work. Based on a post by Break The Bar. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.   Time went quickly, but also seemed to go nowhere at all; only three days after the final demise of the house we'd moved the RVs four times and I decided we needed to figure out something at least semi-permanent. Even a week in the same spot would be preferable to constant movement. The space where my house had stood was now full of stacks and pallets of supplies, and Vanessa had a crew of almost two dozen of her 'gorillas' working to erect what would become the first of a dozen temporary bunkhouses for the incoming construction workers. She still seemed to be the only foreman on site, so I went looking for Vanessa. I found her at the water truck, splashing some water onto the back of her neck as she took a quick break. It had turned even hotter over the week, spring slipping fully into summer, and we were all starting to boil when we were outside. I'd quickly abandoned the feeling of needing to 'dress up' for everyone and I was down to athletic shorts and one of my sleeveless workout shirts; one of the few that were still 'mine' considering both Erica and Ivy had taken to wearing them as well. Vanessa was the boss however and had to set the example for the rest of the crew, so she was still wearing the jeans, long-sleeved t-shirt and her reflective vest of a dutiful construction foreman. "Hey, got a second?" I asked. "Oh, hey Harrison," she said, looking up as she continued splashing water onto the back of her neck. "Sorry I haven't come to check with you and the girls today, we had three more loads this morning of barracks pilings I had to get sorted, and the fucking surveyors are still bitching about not knowing where the sewage lines are going to come onto the property, as if I can fucking answer that question for them or something." "When's your Dad supposed to finally get on site?" I asked. Her father was supposed to be the General Manager of the entire construction project, but so far I had yet to have seen him. "Fuck, a few days still at least," Vanessa sighed. "I'm getting tired as shit of the phone tag." "Well, sorry if this is a big ask and causes you more headaches; any chance we could project ahead a bit and figure out where we can stash the RVs and everything where we're not going to need to move them for a while? Moving everything around is annoying by itself, but I've also noticed some of your guys are spending a lot of time wandering by the RVs whenever the girls are outside." "Fucking gorillas," Vanessa grunted and grimaced. "I mean, on the one hand, I get it; they are either cooped up in the motel or here working. I'm not exactly thrilled with the situation either. But they could keep it in their fucking pants too, ya know?" "Look, if we can find a spot, the way I see it we can use the RVs and Containers to set up a yard for us that's blocked from view. Then we can have some privacy and not feel cooped up in the RVs, and your guys aren't tempted to let their eyes wander," I said. "I figure it's a win-win." Vanessa smiled and patted my arm. "Harri, as long as you keep the fucking indoors, I'll see what I can do about getting you guys some more privacy." "What do you mean?" I asked, suddenly a little worried that Erica and I might have gotten caught at the Willow tree after all, or that maybe a surveyor had wandered up near the Spring without us hearing. "Nothing, nothing," Vanessa said. "I just; you know we can see the RVs rocking a bit, right? And I don't know who it is, but someone over in your camp is a screamer. We can hear her when she really gets going. Once the guys even gave you a standing ovation." "Fuck," I coughed, shaking my head. "I'm sorry. I think it's something to do with the vaccine. I've had more sex in the last four days than I have in the last four years. Honestly, I don't even know how I'm doing it; I ain't old, but I'm not a teenager either." "Well, god bless the vaccine I guess," Vanessa smirked. "And good for you. Just do me a favor and keep it inside the RVs 'till we can get you that privacy. We don't need the entire site shutting down to listen to you fucking your girlfriends." I shook my head again with a self-deprecating smirk. "Um, deal. I hope." That made Vanessa chuckle, and we parted ways for the afternoon. The next day, she came back in the morning and explained the plan she had worked out with the Surveyors and one of the tree-clearing crews. By mid-afternoon, a new swathe of the back end of the hill was bare of trees, and a bulldozer scooped dirt into the holes left by ripped-up stumps. By the time Vanessa left that evening, two of the storage containers had been shifted around by the 'gorillas' and positioned in an L-shape for us in the new location, and Leo and I moved the RVs to form the other two sides of a square. When Vanessa came by the next morning we'd hung up some old, heavy blankets at the corners to maximize our privacy, busted out the lawn chairs and barbecue, and were on our way to turning the space into an outdoor living room. Leo and I even went so far as to rig up an old bell we'd salvaged from the barn on a wooden post with a metal knocker on a string to serve as a doorbell. Erica was the one to answer Vanessa's ring of the bell, and she swept aside the blanket curtain. "Welcome to Casa de Black," she declared. "Jesus," Vanessa said, walking into our new home base. "You guys didn't want to wait, did you?" "Why would we?" Leo asked. "We don't know how long we're going to be living like this, so might as well make the most of it." Leo had decided to make one last addition to our current set-up, and had pulled a loose slab of wood from the container holding all his tools and was carving 'Speak Friend and Enter' into it the makeshift sign with his handheld angle grinder. He'd already been talking about using his torch to burn the wood before giving it a clear lacquer coat. "What can we do for you, Vanessa?" I asked. "Need some breakfast?" "Actually?" Vanessa chewed on the inside of her cheek for a second and peeked back outside the yard. "Breakfast would be fucking great. They're feeding us at the motel, but it's been the same instant oatmeal every fucking morning." "Well, we've yet to have our egg hookup dry out on us," I said. Old Mrs. Branston lived about fifteen minutes down the highway and had been selling eggs to three generations of my family; through the pandemic and quarantine we'd set up a system where I called ahead and she dropped off two dozen eggs at the end of her driveway, and I left a ten dollar bill in her mailbox. "How do you like them? I think I'm getting pretty good at using the grill with a frying pan." We hosted Vanessa for about fifteen minutes as I fried her up some over-easy eggs and some toast to go with it, and she started devouring the first two so quickly that I put another two in the pan for her immediately. While I cooked, she shared the most recent gossip running through the construction crews. "So the latest group to come in said they got tested four times before even leaving the airport," she said around a mouthful. "They were basically flown into Portland, put in little hygienic pods inside the terminals until they'd tested negative all four times, then escorted to military transports. I guess the army is our taxi service or something, and there are members of the national guard currently standing watch at all of the motels. It's kind of fucked up and feels like a prison, honestly. We're not even supposed to mingle outside with each other, despite the fact that we all work together here all day." "Who's feeding you all?" Danielle asked. "Just the people already working out there seems like a lot." "Some catering service is making these prepackaged meals," Vanessa said. "The breakfasts are shit, and the lunches are whatever. The dinners are Okay though; microwavable, and waiting for us when we get off shift." "Have you heard anything else out there about the vaccine?" I asked. "Hmm-Hmm," Vanessa shook her head. "But I mean, I spend my time working." "I'm still not seeing much online," Leo said. "Little whispers on social media, but then it disappears before it gets going." "That's kinda fucked up," Erica said. "We know it's real. The government must be censoring the information or something. "Well, whenever it happens, I don't know what I'll do," Vanessa sighed. "I like working too much, being my own woman. I bring in more cash in a year than almost every other person I graduated high school with, I've been doing it for years, and I don't have any debts. I can't just get tied down to some guy." "You would be surprised, Vanessa," Ivy spoke up. "I am this way too, no? I left home to make my way, and I am happy doing it. But now I am happy here, and am also safe from the sickness. It is not how I saw my life going, but c'est la vie, non?" Vanessa shrugged, and we moved on to some other topics until her radio squawked and she had to run off back to her work. By lunchtime I'd already done another two quick guides into the hills for the surveyors and Leo had gotten his nerd-sign carved out and torched, and he was spray lacquering it outside the yard with a facemask and safety goggles on to cut the strong fumes. He stopped the sprayer when he saw me approaching and stepped away from the sign. "Hey, you able to help me out with hanging this tonight?" he asked me. "Of course," I said. "I gotta help you fly your nerd flag somehow." "Yeah, says the guy with the Lord of the Rings concept art cycling as his desktop screen," Leo rolled his eyes. "It's for my work," I said. "Top-notch inspiration." And then I realized I hadn't opened my laptop in days; not since I'd finished the questionnaire that had led to Erica choosing me. And Ivy for that matter. I hadn't checked emails, I hadn't reached out to contacts. Fuck, I hadn't even sent in my last work-for-hire backgrounds. "Whatever," Leo laughed and punched me in the arm. "Look, when you go in there, just know it wasn't my idea, Okay? I only helped them move the stuff." "What does that mean?" I asked. "You'll see," Leo said cryptically. I ducked through the blanket door and immediately saw what Leo was talking about. Space had been cleared in the center of our sheltered yard for three of the heavy Adirondack deck chairs, and laying in those chairs were Danielle, Erica and Ivy. Each of them was wearing a bikini and were glistening with sunscreen and sweat from the sun as they tanned. They had a Bluetooth speaker playing songs from their phones; I suspected Erica was trying to convince the younger two women of the virtues of mid-2000s pop punk. "Oh, good," Erica said, grinning as she saw me coming into the yard. She lifted her glass. "Um, excuse me, waiter? We could use a top-up, please." I snorted and shook my head, walking over. All three of the women were in two-piece swimsuits, though I suspected Danielle and Ivy's were possibly part of their stripping gear rather than actual bikinis. Both of their suits were more string than fabric and left little to the imagination. Erica's was a bit more conservative, though really not by that much because of her swathe of cleavage. "What are we drinking today, ladies?" I asked. "I made up a pitcher of sangria," Erica said. "It's in the fridge in our place. You would be the absolute love of my life if you were to go get it for us, please?" "I thought I already was the love of your life?" I asked with a smile. "You are," Erica smiled back. "But this will get you to the front of the line for my next life, too. How about that?" "Does that go for all of you?" I asked. "Absolutely," Ivy grinned. "I think I could definitely do worse," Danielle grinned. "But I think Leo might have something to say about that." "Harri can take my brother," Erica chuckled. "Don't worry, Danni. Just sell your future soul to Harri, what's the worst that could happen?" "Fine. My future love life for a refill of sangria," Danielle giggled. I fetched the pitcher and poured for the three women, unable to wipe the grin from my lips as I watched and listened to them bantering back and forth happily. By mid-afternoon, the tanning was over and after a quick fuck in the RV Erica and I were lounging in the Adirondacks, each of us with a sketchbook in hand. "What are you working on?" I asked. "I know you've been as frustrated as I have over the last month." "A tattoo design for Ivy," Erica said, her brow creased as she tapped her pencil against her lips thoughtfully. "Now that I have a future canvas, I feel like I can concentrate again. Plus the sex helps a lot." You laughed and nodded. "Got your creative juices flowing, huh?" "Got all my juices flowing, baby," she grinned at me. "What about you? I've got Ivy, and Danielle wants me to design something for her now, too. What's got you drawing again?" I smiled a little and shrugged. "Just figured out my muse," I said. "And what's that?" she asked. "Come on, don't be shy." I turned my sketchbook around so that Erica could see the portrait I had been sketching of her. She looked at it and blushed, biting her lower lip. "Just the most beautiful thing in the world," I told her. "You know," Erica said. "It kinda looks like you're drawing me naked." "That's cause I'm drawing you from the shoulders up," I said. "Yeah, but would you?" she asked. "Would I what? Draw you naked?" "Or Ivy?" "Are you asking me to draw you like one of my French girls?" I asked. Erica barked out a laugh at the reference and threw her pencil at me. "Yes, maybe I am," she said. "Now give me back my pencil." "You threw it at me," I said, fetching it off the ground. "Come and get it." We ended up in each other's arms and making out, me halfway to taking her back into the RV for round two, when someone rang the doorbell. "Who is it?" I shouted over the wall. "It's me," Vanessa called and ducked through the blanket door without waiting for a response. "Sorry, but we've got a problem," she said. "I think I'm going to need you down at the road again." "Fuck," I said. "Is it Kara?" "It's a lot more than that bitch," Vanessa said. I changed and this time Vanessa drove us both down in her company-branded pickup truck. Erica, having already staked her claim on me in front of Kara in her eyes, decided to hang back and let Ivy finish what I'd started. I was sure sending me away with that picture in my mind was done on purpose. As we were nearing the bottom of the driveway, I could hear the noise of the protest through the closed windows and over the engine of the truck. "Fuck me," I said. "Yeah," Vanessa nodded. The end of the driveway was packed with people, shoulder to shoulder, blocking traffic. They were three rows deep and singing a protest chant. Every single one of them was dressed in bright colors, showing their allegiance to the Band and proudly shouting for all they were worth. Opposing them, about ten feet up the drive, was a slim, single row of burly construction workers just watching the protest happen. "Those guys really can't let themselves get baited," I said. "If something happens, it doesn't matter who said what or what can hold up in court. There'll be big, scary motherfuckers showing up wanting to do some damage and I don't think your boys are ready for that." "I know, I already told them," Vanessa said. "But I'll tell them again. You'd be surprised how much threatening someone's big, fat bonus checks can keep them calm and focused." We got out of the truck and I walked down to the line of workers, rubbing at the stubble on my chin as I considered the protestors. There were easily fifty of them blocking the driveway, and there was already a backup of two flatbed trucks on the highway, plus a half dozen cars that looked more like they just wanted to get by rather than come in. Another thirty or so protestors were strung out on either side of the highway in both directions, holding up signs and doing the organizational things to keep the protestors going. "Pretty good turnout," I said offhandedly. "A lot bigger than last time." "When was the last time?" Vanessa asked. "Five years ago," I said. "Kara tried to sue for an injunction on my father's Will, and about a dozen protestors showed up to the courthouse the day she got shot down." "Any chance they'll get tired and go home?" Vanessa asked. I scanned the crowd and the vehicles parked up and down the highway. I already knew there were about thirty military-age males in the protest, and I could see people opening the backs of vans where I spotted supply caches of water and food. I could also see the determination on the faces of the crowd, and hear the declarations of a couple of different women holding loudspeakers. The rhetoric, and emotions, were ramped up more than usual. The anti-government hate was high, and now that they knew they weren't fighting Me but rather the Government it seemed to steel their resolve. "Not a shot," I said. I stepped forward and the shouting got louder. Likely every single person in that crowd knew who I was, while I had no idea who most of them were. But with every step I took, they shouted louder. Finally, halfway between the lines, they seemed to be at a fever pitch and I just stopped and waited. They kept going for a good five minutes before Kara pushed her way through and walked up to me, masked behind those bandanas again. "I told you this would happen," Kara said over the shouting and chanting. "You didn't think I could do it, but look at us. Look at us, Harrison! We will not let this happen to our land." "Kara," I said loudly. "How do you think this ends?" "Only one way," Kara shouted. "The Feds surrender to our rightful claim, and stop their colonization efforts, and we take back what's ours." "This is dangerous, Kara," I said, gesturing at the crowd. "What?" she shouted back. "I said this is dangerous, Kara," I shouted. "Every person here is in danger." "Are you threatening us?" Kara shouted, playing it up for the crowd behind her. "Going to kill us, like your family has done for generations?" "Jesus fuck," I said, shaking my head. "Kara, this doesn't end the way you think it does. I'm going to pray for you, honest to God." Kara just held up her middle finger at me, pointed her other at Vanessa behind me, and turned and walked away to the cheers of her people. I shrugged and went back to Vanessa. "Yeah, they aren't leaving," I said. "I already called my Dad," Vanessa said. "He's coming down and will want to meet with you." "Sure," I nodded. "If they let him through." About thirty minutes later the protesters were still going strong, and another three flatbeds with either supplies or heavy machinery were backed up on the highway, along with dozens of cars. Vanessa was doing as much as she could to keep her workers at least a dozen yards away from the crowd of protestors; the last thing she wanted was for them to need to get quarantined waiting on a half dozen new tests. Or worse, actually catch something. I did my best to help her juggle phones, calling various General Foremen to get incoming trucks rerouted to staging areas and to keep those that were stuck in the traffic in their cabs or else they couldn't enter the site. Eventually she got a call, spoke quickly and then hung up. "Harri, this might be a big ask, but could you do me a favor?" she asked. "The government paid me a lot of money for my land and doing favors," I said. "But you've gone out of your way plenty for me and Leo and the girls. Favors come free to you, Vee." She rolled her eyes. "Who told you my brothers call me that?" "No one, just felt natural," I chuckled. "I call Erica 'E' sometimes, and I'm sure I'll end up calling Ivy 'I've' at some point." "Alright, well, 'H,'" she said. "My dad is parked down at the edge of the property on the highway and doesn't want to get too close to the traffic. Could you hike out to him and bring him back?" "Sure," I said. I looked up at the sun and then out at the woods. "Um, from here... it's probably faster if I grab an ATV. Would he be squeamish about riding double with me?" Vanessa snorted. "He probably wouldn't be, but he's also got a gut the size of your ATVs so it would be a tight fit." "Alright, guess we're hiking. I can rough it and reach him in about twenty minutes," I said. "I'll take a smoother way back for him, so we'll get here in under an hour." "Got it, I'll let him know you're on your way. Thanks," she said, patting my arm. "Try to take it easy on him, he growls like a bear but he's still my Dad." "Hey, he's the big man in charge. Gotta keep him happy or else I'll find myself with the worst workers for my house, right?" "Very true," she laughed. I started hiking back up the driveway a little ways, and then diverted into the woods, hoping that the protestors would miss that I was skirting away from them. I was very glad I had changed from my lounging around clothes; rough jeans and my hiking boots were a lot sturdier in the rocky bush than athletic shorts and sandals. The raucousness of the protestors was quickly muffled by the forest to a dull roar, and it felt good to get away from them. It was weird. After spending months in isolation with Leo and Erica, we'd been getting used to so many people around again with the workers and adding Ivy and Danielle to our weird little family dynamic. But a crowd like that, all packed together? That was exactly what the quarantine orders were warning against. "Harrison!" My name cut through the muffle of the trees and shrubs, and I turned and saw Kara quickly jogging through the woods to catch up with me. "Kara, what the fuck are you doing? You're trespassing," I said. "So throw me off your land," Kara said, coming to a stop about ten feet from me and putting her hands on her hips. "Oh wait, that's right, it's not your land anymore." I rolled my eyes. "You can take off the bandanas if you want. We're fine this far apart." She did so, pulling them down to hang around her neck. Kara was still as beautiful as the day we'd broken up, though she'd grown up a lot. Where I was such a mix that it was hard to tell I had any Native American in my bloodstream, she had that classic warm skin tone and thick black hair. She'd been taking care of herself well, fit and a little thinner than Erica was, but with a similar strong jawline to my girlfriend. Her lips were as full as I remembered though, and I could almost feel her kissing me again like all those years ago behind the corner of the biology classroom in high school, or laying out in the back of my old beater pickup under the stars. "What's going on, Harri?" she asked me. "I thought we'd at least hit a status quo or something." "Oh, the one where you file a lawsuit against me every couple of years, and the judge shuts you down, but I keep having to rack up legal fees?" "No," she said. "Well, sort of. I thought we were keeping things above board. No games, no gimmicks. Not getting historical." I grimaced. "Well, we did," I said. "So what the fuck?" she said, throwing her arms wide. "What the fuck is all of this?" "Kara, think about it for one fucking second without your prejudice. Imagine I'm not just doing this as a 'Fuck You' from my family tree to the Band," I said. "A week ago I wouldn't have thought any of this would be happening. A week ago I was happily living my life and would have stayed that way straight through the end of the world if I had to. Do you seriously think I've done this on some whim?" "Why, then? What are they doing? What are they offering you?" she demanded. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I said. "And even if you did, I think you're too far into this already to walk it back with your people." "Try me," she said. "If you ever cared about me,” "Stop," I interrupted her. "You've used that line twice on me before, Kara. You used it when you broke up with me, and you used it again right after my father died. That line didn't work when I was at some of the lowest points in my life; do you seriously think I'll respond well to that here?" She grimaced, and I saw the realization in her eyes that I was right. That she had used that line before, and it had been pretty fucked up for her to do that. "I'm sorry," she said, and only partially through gritted teeth. "I shouldn't have done that." "Thank you," I said. My heart was pounding in my chest and I felt like I was in combat, just having this verbal sparring contest with her. I fucking hated her, but I also still knew she was the first girl I'd ever loved. The one that had broken my heart. The one that 'got away.' "Just explain it to me," Kara said, trying to be more even about it. "Please." I took a moment to breathe deeply. I wasn't barred from telling her anything. I'd tried to warn her when she'd shown up at the driveway before, but the thought of all those protestors at risk for the virus pushed me over the edge of trying to warn her again. "Kara, the government gave me the choice of accepting a huge payout for the land, or them kicking me out and taking it by eminent domain. Either way, they were going to take it and take it fast. I could either ride it, or die fighting it." "So what are they doing with it?" she asked. "Building homes," I said. "A whole gated community, it sounds like. Part of my payout was housing for myself, Leo and Valerie." "What the fuck? Why do they want a gated community way out here?" she asked. "Worst-case scenario shit," I said. "You mean the pandemic?" she asked. "Are you for fucking serious?" "Serious enough that my house got bulldozed a couple days ago," I said. "Gone. Like it was never even there." "This can't be real," Kara said. "This is absurd." "I told you that you wouldn't believe me," I said. "Well, if you were too much of a cunt to stop them, we will," Kara said, steeling herself again. "We'll have the local news down here by tomorrow, and if the Feds show up we'll have national news coverage by the end of the week." I had to try one more time. "Kara, this doesn't end the way you want it to. You're a dreamer, and I loved that about you when we were teens, but you know the real world doesn't just work like that." Kara narrowed her eyes. "Where are you going right now?" "What does that matter?" I asked. "Because I just followed you out into the woods after your little construction girlfriend was talking to you," she said. "She's not my girlfriend," I rolled my eyes. "Tell her that. She's flirting with you hard enough," Kara said. "I can see her doing it." "Even if she was, what does that have to do with you?" I asked. I knew I'd landed a blow because she got angry again. "Nothing," she said. "But I still want to know what you're doing." "I don't have to tell you that, Kara," I said. "I don't answer to you, I don't owe you anything, and I don't worship the ground you walk on. All I've got to say now is that you should go send all those people home, and hope that you haven't organized some super-spreader event here. For all the shit you've given me and my family, I don't want to see them all dead. I don't want to see you dead." Kara raised her bandanas again. "We're fighting the good fight. We're on the right side of this, Harrison. You're not." She turned and started walking back towards the road. "Fuck me," I sighed, shaking my head. That woman could still push my buttons almost fifteen years later. I pressed through the forest, making for the edge of the property and then diverting towards the road. When I reached it, I found a white and brown heavy pickup identical to Vanessa's idling on the gravel shoulder. The big guy in the driver's seat rolled down his window a crack. "What's up?" "I'm Harrison Black," I said. Another guy got out of the passenger seat and came around, slapping the hood. "Head on back to the motel," he said to the man in the truck. "I'll catch a ride back with my daughter." The guy in the truck nodded and waited for us both to back away before pulling a U-Turn and taking off down the highway. "So, you're the land guy, eh?" the man said, turning and offering me his hand. He was exactly as Vanessa had described; portly to the point of obese, with a gruff exterior that spoke of years handling his business in a rough industry and getting shit done. "I am," I said, taking his hand and shaking it firmly. "Your daughter has been fantastic to work with. Helpful and on task, and she keeps her guys in line." "I have no doubt," he said. "She grew up bossing her older brothers around and got the best of her mother and me. I'm Brent Peters, by the way. I'm sure we'll be speaking every once in a while through this project." "Good to meet you, sir," I said. "And I'm sure we will." I led Brent into the brush and got us through the roughest part until I could get us to one of the more used trails. It got a lot easier for him there, and once he had a chance to catch his breath he seemed to actually enjoy the chance to stretch his legs. He didn't know, or at least wasn't forthcoming, with any more information than Vanessa had been able to give about what was going on, but he did enjoy hearing about the sordid history of the land, my family and the Band. It took a little longer than I'd thought it would to get back to the driveway, Brent needing a couple of breaks, but we made it eventually. Vanessa grinned when she saw her father in a way that made me think she was going to run to him and hug him, but she never made the move. I had to assume that was a hard-trained response from her years working with the man; hugging your pops on a job site would probably lead to taking a lot of shit from your coworkers. Brent quickly got updated on the last hour of developments from Vanessa, and I saw his managerial side take over. Soon the line of construction workers were twenty yards back from the protestors, and he was stride-waddling forward with a medical mask stretched over his face. Kara met him halfway, and whatever they said seemed to go about as well as the talks I'd had with her myself. Again, she ended it by showing off for the protestors by giving him the double-birds. "Well, that went well," Brent sighed as he came back. "You were right, Harrison. They're stuck in. Wouldn't even help us get those trucks room to move or get out of the way of traffic." "She feels like she's got leverage," I guessed. "And they haven't had that on us for years now." "Well, I've officially done what I can," Brent said. "Time to do what every good GM does when shit like this happens." He took out his phone and started walking up the driveway away from Vanessa and me. "What's that?" I asked. "Call the client and tell them to un-fuck the situation," Vanessa smirked. The rest of the afternoon and evening was a long fucking day. There was no good way to get the workers on site off of it, and no good way to get new ones on, so Leo and I ended up walking several groups through the trails to get to the road in places out of sight of the protestors. And since the big crew vans were parked on site, Brent ended up getting access to school buses to come and pick up his guys. The second to last bus dropped off a dozen men who would take over watching the driveway and the protestors overnight; we'd already seen them breaking out tents and lanterns to hold their vigil; and the last bus out had Brent and Vanessa on board. "Client will be by in the morning," Brent said, and winked at me. "Don't you worry, bucko. You hold down the home front tonight, and the cavalry will be here in no time." "You got it," I said. "But whoever is coming, I suggest you make sure they know to take this seriously. The Band is riled up, and now they smell blood in the water. This isn't going away easily." "I'll pass that on to the Lieutenant Colonel," Brent nodded. He shook my hand again and stepped onto the bus. "See you tomorrow, H," Vanessa grinned at me. "Not if I see you first, Vee," I chuckled. She stepped up into the bus and I heard her voice raise immediately. "Alright, you Gorillas. Grab your fuckin' seats and stay there. I swear to Christ if one of you pisses me off, I'll confiscate your fuckin' dinner, got it?" I laughed, and could see the construction workers grinning in their seats as the bus did a three-point turn and pulled away. The sun was getting low when I finally hiked out of the bush and back into view of our little compound. Erica was waiting for me with a smile and a plate of stir fry. "What's the word, Harri?" "They're still down there," I said. "There are some workers keeping an eye on the driveway. Could you throw on a big pot of coffee for me and dig one of the thermoses out of storage?" "Harri, if they've got some of their workers down there, it's not your job to supervise. I'm sure Vanessa and her Dad left someone in charge." "They did," I said. "And I'm not going down there. I'm staying up here." I shoveled the stir fry down, relishing in the spicy kick Erica liked to cook with. Inside our little compound I gave Ivy a kiss, apologizing that I wouldn't be seeing her in bed for the night. Then I went to the storage container closest to my RV. The one with my gun safe. "What's the word?" Leo asked me when he found me. I had a lantern flashlight on and was loading rounds into my father's Model 700. "Jesus, Harri. What the fuck?" I doubted he was commenting on me loading the Remington hunting rifle. We'd used it plenty when we were hunting during deer season; it was a solid, reliable tool. No, I knew he was reacting to the other firearms I had out. My M9 was already holstered on my hip, a copy of my service sidearm that had served me so well through my tour and as an MP, and my DDM4V1 was laid out, waiting for me to do a quick check it was still in good order. "Just taking precautions," I said. I was already trying to get into the right mindset. "What does that even mean? What are you doing?" "There's about a hundred protesters down there, last I counted. More keep arriving," I told Leo, loading the last round into the 700 and checking the safety before setting it down. I fished a handful more.308's out of the ammo box in the safe and fed them into the bandolier shoulder strap for the hunting rifle. "Problem is, they're pissed off. Not just about the construction, but at all the other shit going on right now. And pissed-off people do dumb shit." "So what, you're going to go all Alamo on us?" Leo asked. "For real, Harri. Nothing's going to happen. They're down there, we're up here." "Leo," I said. "I'm not asking you to do anything you don't want to. The Bear shotgun is in my RV. Do me a favor and keep it handy tonight. If I miss something, I'd rather you have it than not." "Harri,” "Dude, just stop," I said. I'd finished with the.308s and started taking apart the DDM4V1 and giving it a quick clean. It was a budget purchase that I'd made prioritizing reliability over flashy shit, and the 'scary one' in my collection when it came to civilians. Erica hadn't even liked the idea of me owning it when we gave her the tour of my firearms and taught her the safety protocols for them. Leo had only ever fired it once. Both of the siblings had said the same thing; 'If you have the rifles and shotguns and the handgun, why do you need a machine gun?' This sort of thing was why I needed it. And it wasn't a 'machine gun.' "I'm not planning, or hoping, to kill someone tonight. If I have to use the DDM4 or my sidearm, something has gotten really fucked," I said. "But I'm also not taking any chances. Sometime tonight, there's going to be people sneaking up into the construction yard to cause mischief, and they aren't going to know the difference between the construction yard and where we're living. Maybe they hear us and they stay clear, or maybe they don't. I'm not taking that chance." Leo watched me cleaning my rifle, and glanced out at the darkening sky, and then back to me. "What should I do?" he asked. A wave of relief washed over me; it had been years since I'd served, and every instinct I had was telling me to do what I was doing, but that civilian part of my brain was second-guessing everything. Leo agreeing told me I was being logical, even if he didn't like it or I turned out to be wrong. "Just be with the girls tonight," I said. "I can handle the yard, you stay with them. Think of it like a shitty tower defense game. If I do my job, you'll never have to do anything." He nodded and left me to my work. Surprisingly, it was Danielle who came to see me next. "What can I do to help?" she asked. Her Australian accent was sounding stronger, the California valley girl part of it dropping with her serious demeanor. "Nothing, I've got it," I said. She'd caught me as I was strapping on my ghillie suit; another item that Leo and Erica had found silly to own considering we didn't need it for hunting deer. It had honestly been more of a gag item in my collection than anything until tonight. "Harrison, I'll remind you that my Dad was military, yeah?" she said. "I grew up outside the city. I know how to work a firearm." I took a breath and looked at her. Even at night, by the light of a lantern, she looked like an elven beauty despite the cutoff denim shorts and zippered knit sweater. "Can you handle a handgun?" I asked. "I've shot the head of an Eastern Brown from ten paces away when it was threatening to bite my dog," she said. "I assume that's a snake?" "A fucking poisonous one," Danielle said. "Alright," I nodded. "Under the passenger seat of my truck is a gun case with my pop's old 1911 and a couple of magazines. Hang on to it for tonight. Try not to freak out Erica or Ivy, and if you hear shots tonight don't let Leo come looking for me, let alone Erica and Ivy. If they leave the RVs it'll just make things worse." "Okay," she said with a serious nod, then stepped towards me, hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks." "For what?" I asked as she stepped back. "For being the man I figured you were," she said. "Leo's all mine and I'm happy with that, but like I told you; you remind me of all the good parts of my Dad. I'm glad I have Leo and you around." She left to fetch the pistol, and I finished strapping on the ghillie suit and slung my two rifles over my shoulders and closed the gun safe. When I was finished slamming the storage container closed, I turned around to find Ivy and Erica both looking at me with their arms crossed. "Both of you, huh?" I asked. "Yes, both of us," Erica said. "United front," Ivy said. "Look,” "Shut up, Harrison," Erica said, and then they were both hugging me while being careful around the firearms. "Just be careful." "Extra careful," Ivy said, burying her face into the strings of the ghillie suit in my chest and then immediately pulling back with a wince. "Ugh, this smells terrible." "Yeah, well it's not exactly the sort of thing you clean very often," I shrugged. "Whatever," Erica said and kissed me. Ivy kissed me as well, looking at me with those big eyes of hers with concern. "So you're not going to try and convince me this isn't necessary?" I asked. "Wouldn't do anything except lead to a fight we couldn't win," Erica said. "You're too stubborn not to do it." "And too brave," Ivy added. "That too," Erica smiled sadly. Then she handed me the big thermos of coffee. "Come back to us in one piece." "I will," I said. "Don't worry. But if you two hear anything tonight, if there's any gunfire, don't come looking for me. Just stay in the RVs and hunker down from the windows. If you come looking for me, you'll add more danger and not take it away, alright?" They both agreed, though I could tell Erica didn't like it. I could only imagine her sprinting across the construction yard, bullets flying everywhere, screaming my name as she worried I'd been shot. Hell, she'd probably pick me up and carry me to safety if it were true, but she'd also likely never get to me in the first place if things were that bad. I kissed them both again, then stalked off into the night. I ended up settling into a nook on the side of the hill to the south of the construction yard, with a clear view of about two-thirds of the yard and most importantly the RV compound. I unslung my rifles and carefully positioned myself in a comfortable prone position I was going to be able to manage for a long time. I'd never gone through Sniper training, but I'd picked up enough from my Bootcamp, talking with other soldiers and from movies to know a thing or two; not to mention years of hunting. So I cracked the thermos and took a sip of the hot, strong coffee, and started my watch. I saw them moving through the trees at around 02:30 in the morning down on the east side of the yard near the driveway. They must have skirted around the construction worker picket line and followed the driveway up, but they were still in the shadows so I couldn't tell how many there were, or what they were carrying. The only reason I spotted them early at all was because someone was flicking a flashlight up occasionally. I had the 700 cradled in my arms, and I slowly rolled into position but didn't sight down the scope yet. I didn't have any night vision gear, and while the simple Leopold scope easily gave me the range to tag anything moving down there, I wouldn't know what I was hitting. They stopped at the edge of the tree line, and I could only imagine the nerves they were feeling looking out over the open area. There were seven portables set up holding various offices now, and half a dozen big crew vans that had been left behind for the night along with some of the company pickup trucks. The pilings and supplies to erect the bigger barracks were also looming in the big, open space. "Just take a look and leave," I muttered quietly to myself, willing whoever was down there to not make this worse than it could be. Five minutes went by before a figure began to creep out of the tree line, crossing the rise of the hill and slipping towards the yard. From the distance I was at, I couldn't see them clearly enough other than to tell they were probably wearing a backpack; not a big deal in and of itself, but my training was screaming at me. 'Anything' meant anything. That backpack could hold weapons, or communications equipment, or even an I E D. I sighted in on the figure. It was a man, military age but young. I couldn't see much of his face between the black bandana over his nose and mouth and a ball cap backwards on his head. My finger tightened just a fraction on the trigger when I saw the flash of metal in his hand, but my hesitation saved his life; he was carrying a can of spray paint. He reached what he thought was the shelter of the first building; and it was shelter if he thought a guard was patrolling inside the yard. But I wasn't inside the yard, and instead I was looking at him dead on along the length of the building as he took off his backpack and then turned, motioning back towards the tree line. A half dozen more figures began quickly creeping across the hillside. I had a choice; if that backpack was full of spray-paint and that was all they were there to do, it would be annoying vandalism at worst as long

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Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 2

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Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 2 The Start of Something New Based on a post by Break The Bar. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. Grierson finally sat forward, meeting me energy-to-energy as he kept my gaze locked in. "And yet, here we are, Mr. Black. We can either come up with a deal, or I swear to Christ and all the Saints that the government will seize this land for eminent domain under the emergency provisions of the pandemic and you won't be able to do a fucking thing about it." "Sell, or die," I said. "So you can build a 'resettlement camp?' Jesus Christ, yourself. If you know so much about my family history, you know building a fucking 'camp' of any sort on this land would be the absolute last thing I would bend over for." "I didn't say 'camp.'" Grierson said. "No matter what your Native, and Japanese, forebears had to go through, listen to me; this is the farthest thing from that." I was 1/32nd native from my father's side and 1/16th Japanese from my mother's side. Again, not the hardest thing to dig up, but while I had the black hair of both those ancestries, I mostly just looked like a tall white guy with a pretty generic last name. No one ever assumed I was anything else in passing. "What does that even mean?" Erica asked. "It means we aren't building concentration camps," Grierson said, glancing over at her. "We aren't building a reservation, or an internment camp, or any of the other shitty things our and other governments have done to people." He looked back at me again. "We're going to develop this land into a neighborhood. The God damned fanciest kind of gated community you can think of. Big houses, big properties, for people who do or did important work to settle in safety and stability as we try to survive this shit show virus." "None of this answers why," I said. "Why should I agree to this? Why shouldn't I make it so fucking annoying that you go find a different patch of land and leave me alone?" Grierson frowned, though I had the feeling he'd been planning this from the start. He wanted me to work to peel back the layers of information, to earn the answers because that would make me believe them more. It would tick off boxes in my psychology and experience. The fucking problem was even though I knew he was doing it, it was also working. "Because you'd be saving lives," Grierson answered. "Our pilot development down in California is called New Eden; the place is only two-thirds built to starting specs, and we're already out of room on the next five phases of development once it's opened. Now it's my job to set up the next locations and get them rolling because our current projections are that within the next six months, the death toll is only going to skyrocket. We can't even get a grasp on what the numbers might reasonably be because the range is so fucking staggering. Millions is the easy number, Mr. Black." It was my turn to say it. "Fuck." "Now, you're not going to hear that on the TV," Walters said. "You won't hear it from the CDC, or the other health agencies. The only reason we are cleared to tell you this is because folks in our circles have developed the preference to work with reasonable people when they are useful. And also, who would fucking believe you?" "Here's our offer," Grierson said, pulling out a slip of folded paper from inside his suit jacket and putting it on the coffee table. "That's the hard cash number we've designated for this deal. No taxes. Straight transfer from us to you. There will also be other perks, including homes inside the settlement for you and Mr. Lacoste. Things are about to get really weird in the world. Have you heard anything about the Tier system?" "Nothing," I said, but Leo spoke up. "I saw some rumors. It's supposed to be some kind of a terrifying triage, right?" he asked. "Who's the most worthy kind of shit. People started protesting, but I thought it got debunked." Grierson nodded. "Oh, we stopped the protests, but it's all too real. I won't hide it; I find the entire thing absolutely un-American. It's the kind of shit the Chinese government operates, but it is what it is." Walters drained the last of his coffee and set the mug onto the coaster on the coffee table politely. "Suffice it to say, it's a sort of social karma system. The more important you are to society, the more protections and comforts you're afforded as we roll out our limited resources on quarantine defenses. There's 5 tiers, one being the lowest and five the highest. Most of society will land in the 1's and 2's, including all three of you. This development we'll be building is mostly going to house 3's and 4's. As part of the deal, we'll place Leo at tier 3 for resettlement purposes, and you Harrison would be placed at tier 4 despite your lack of qualification in the matter." This entire conversation felt like I was running downhill trying to keep up with an avalanche. "That sounds an awful lot like a really great way to set up for corruption," I said. "A fucking caste society? Really?" "It's already done," Grierson said. "Believe me, there were a lot of in-the-know people against the idea. But it's the only idea that works in this situation. We've gamed it out to the Nth degree. Leo, your description is pretty much the best that we were able to make internally. We're triaging society to make sure it stays together and can weather this hurricane." "What would we tier at without this?" Leo asked. "Leo Lacoste," Grierson said, talking as if he were reading directly off of a portfolio even though he rattled it off without referencing anything. "Positives: Early thirties age bracket, relatively fit and healthy. Low-to-Mid career path; carpentry skills of moderate qualification. No criminal record. Negatives: No community investment. Likely rating: Tier 1." "Harrison Black," he continued. "Positives: Early thirties age bracket, relatively fit and healthy. Former military service including Military Police service, honorable discharge at the rank of MP Investigations Special Agent, no known psychological impacts. No criminal record. Negatives: No community investment, null-rank career; freelance artist. Likely rating: Tier 1." "To be fair, there is a big question mark on your file that we couldn't fill," Walters said. "Your honorable discharge happened mid-tour, without any reported incidents or injuries. It's surprising you haven't been called back into at least reserve service with the Emergencies Acts. A decent answer would probably bump you up to tier two." "I can't talk about it," I said. Erica snorted and rolled her eyes, and both men looked at her. "Erica," I warned her. "What?" she demanded. "They just called you 'low tier,' Harri. If you're not going to tell them then I will." "I can't talk about it," I said again. "Harrison knocked out an Air Force bigwig when he was an MP and stationed in Germany," Leo cut in. "The guy was abusing and trying to blackmail a female subordinate into sex. The only reason we know is because she tracked Harri down a few years ago and we met her in a bar in Portland." "The bigwig was politically protected and nothing happened in the end," Erica said. "At least, that's what she said. He got shuffled around, and Harrison got the boot." "I got an honorable discharge instead of a court martial for striking a very superior officer of a different branch," I said. "And part of that deal was that I not talk about it." "Well that explains some things," Grierson said. "It wouldn't change anything though. If you were doing something more useful with your life than painting little pictures, you might have made tier two or three without this offer." "Says you," Erica scoffed. "Art is useful. And important!" Grierson pursed his lips slightly. "Erica Lacoste. Not an official resident of the property, but I know enough. Positives: Early thirties age bracket, relatively fit and healthy. Negatives: Criminal record, including battery, two counts of public drunkenness, and public urination. No community investment. Null rank career; tattoo artist. Likely rating: Tier 1." "Hey, fuck you too," Erica said, and pointed her middle finger at Grierson, along with a scowl to go with it. Honestly, none of that was surprising news about Erica for me except for the Battery charge, I definitely needed to get that story out of her. "Okay, we get it," I said, interrupting what I had a feeling was about to become a degenerating path of conversation. "You know about us. You do realize this is all a little much, right? It comes across as insane." "Of course it does," Grierson sighed. "But a year ago, only bored analysts tripping on LSD were asked to think about these kinds of situations. Now we're in it, right in the damned middle of the clusterfuck." "You should really look at the offer," Walters said, gesturing to the folded paper I hadn't looked into yet. It sat on the coffee table like an accusing finger pointed at me by my father, and his father before him. How dare I even consider this? "So it's a butt load of cash," I said, still not opening the paper. "And we get treated like what, royalty? And in exchange, I lose my family legacy." "Royalty is a stretch; you're selling us land, not curing cancer. We'll take care of you like valued members of society. You'll also get early access to the vaccine," Grierson said. "There's a vaccine?" Leo immediately asked. "Social media has been wild with rumors but,” "It's still experimental," Walters said. "And undergoing trials. But it's functioning, with some unconventional side effects. They're still doing long-term tests down in California, but we're going to start rolling it out down there any day now once the doctors are happy with the plan. That's how bad we need it, FDA bullshit be damned." I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Flipside, stick. If I don't cut a deal, you'll use the might of the US government to bend me over and rip my family legacy right out of my ass." "You got it. But like I said, we prefer working with people. There's always a silver lining to making friends," Walters said. "Fuck," I said again. Then I flipped one half of the paper open and looked at the number written on the inside. There were a damn lot of zeros. "I need to call my sister," I said. "But pending her approval, I'll lease it to you. All 560 acres, for a hundred years less a day; that's what people do, right? And Leo and I get to pick where our houses are built." "That's not how this works," Walters said. "It's my counter offer," I said. "Hold on," Grierson said, raising a hand to his partner. He narrowed his eyes as he looked me over again. He was a man who made judgment calls on the fly, despite his ability to reel off memorized facts like he'd been living with them for years. I could practically see the rusty old gears turning behind his grizzled facade. "Fuck it," he finally said. "We need to survive the next six months, year, five years and decade before anyone will be worrying about next century. Make your call." "You're really doing this?" Leo asked me as I stood up and fished in my pocket for my cell. "My family has had to defend this land from everything and everyone except the federal government," I said. "Up until now, they might be the only people who haven't thought they had some claim to it. Obviously, this will all need to be in writing before I make a final agreement, but look at the news; everything they're saying makes some sort of terrible sense. And I'd rather get the carrot than a stick so far up my ass it's tickling my brain stem." I went outside to the porch to make the call to Valerie, my older sister. It was quicker than I thought it would be; Val and her husband Brad were hearing horror stories from their nursing friends in the local hospitals, and she immediately understood the position we were in. We hadn't always gotten along the best growing up, but if Val had one thing it was a practical head on her shoulders. When I came back inside, I nodded to Grierson. "Add in another house for my sister and her family, and we've got a deal." "In exchange for the Lease, and the extra house," Walters said, "We're going to need your help in identifying the landscape. I assume you know it fairly well; we'll want you to walk our surveyors through to show any odd landscape elements, seasonal issues like flood areas, that sort of thing." "Done, as long as I can point out the shit they shouldn't fuck with and they actually listen," I said. "There are some pretty big old growth trees out there that would be a fucking shame to cut down." "I understand your concerns, son," Grierson said, as he stood and offered his hand. "But believe me when I say this; we aren't looking to build any high rises or pave over the place. These developments are for people important to society for one reason or another, and that means we're making sure to give them the best we can. Landscape included." One last deep breath and I reached out and hovered my own hand near his. "In writing before it's official." "The contract will be done by this afternoon and we'll email it over. Our lawyers work on our timeline, not their own," he said and grasped my hand in his. We both had larger hands than most, but I could immediately tell he had the grip of a man made from the iron bones of a hard life. I'd like to think he felt the same in my grip, but I had a feeling he'd shaken hands with much harder and scarier people than me. "When can we get vaccinated?" Leo asked. "If we're going to be working with surveyors and shit, shouldn't we all be as safe as we can?" "We have a testing site opening up in Portland as we speak, so it can get done as soon as possible," Walters said. "Though, as I mentioned, things are a little bit unorthodox right now. Harrison and Leo, you'll need these codes. Get online this afternoon, go to the website and fill out the questionnaire. It's extremely important you are entirely truthful. Your answers will affect how your tier ranking will play out for you as we roll it out over the next few months across the west coast." He pulled out two business cards from a pocket, each with their names, an URL and a twenty-five-digit passcode, and handed them to Leo and me. "What about me?" Erica asked. "Vaccination side effects and implementation are different between men and women," Grierson said. "Just like the virus is overly affecting men, the vaccine has different effects. If you want your vaccine immediately, Miss Lacoste, you're going to need to fly with us back up to Portland and attend the information session this afternoon that some of our volunteer human guinea pigs are doing. Then, if you agree to the risks and side effects, we can have you immunized as soon as tomorrow morning." Things moved quickly after that. Erica went to pack an overnight bag and put on her 'going out into the world' gear that she usually wore for grocery trips into town; she'd be put up in a quarantine hotel while in Portland for the night before she returned the next day. Within ten minutes she was ready to go and Walters was escorting her out, and the helicopter was warming up its rotors with a whining hum in the front yard. "I'm glad you agreed to the deal," Grierson said, offering his hand to me again, which I shook. "You may not fully understand what you've agreed to yet, but when you do I expect a more enthusiastic thank you. I get that the cash wasn't the important factor with you, son. I grew up on a ranch in North Dakota, I know what family land means. This place is going to do a lot of good for people." "Are you managing the development?" I asked, raising my voice to be heard over the rising thrum of the helicopter. "Not a chance," he said. "It'll be managed by the Air Force, they've been spearheading with the CDC on all these efforts. I'm just the pre-show, but I'll be around to check in on the progress every once in a while, and do the problem solving other people can't handle." "What does that look like?" I asked. "Any way it needs to," he grinned, and I saw the look that all veteran soldiers had. An acceptance that violence could come easily into the life of a person, and that they knew how to handle it when it came. "And don't be alarmed, but we've already had a crew starting to widen your driveway down at the highway. They'll work through the night and probably make it up here by tomorrow morning." "What's the rush?" I asked. Grierson barked a laugh as he started backing away from me towards the open helicopter door. Sour-puss lady was leaning out, holding onto the door and looking like she was about to try and scold Grierson for keeping them waiting. "Kid, in two weeks' time there's going to be well over a thousand lumberjacks, construction workers, surveyors and architects up here. Government moves slow, but OGA were designed to do the opposite. Your life is about to get a little crazy, I'd strap in." I had too many questions to even start one as Grierson hopped into the dark interior of the helicopter. The door slammed, the motor whined at a higher pitch, and it leapt into the sky and started heading north. "Hey, does this questionnaire strike you as way too fucking personal?" "Hmm?" I asked. I was sitting on the front porch with my laptop open, but I hadn't even keyed in the website URL. Instead, I'd been sitting there for over an hour just looking out at the trees, wondering if I'd just betrayed six generations of my family in under thirty minutes. "These questions," Leo said, holding up his own laptop. He'd stepped out the front door and had a look of confusion plastered on his face. "It's like... sex stuff. Shit I wouldn't talk to you about, let alone the government." "What?" I asked. "Are you sure you're on the right site? It's supposed to be about the tier thing." "Yeah, I'm sure. Dot-Gov link and everything." "Fucking OGA," I grimaced. "You and that Agent dude kept saying that. What does it mean?" I sighed. "Other Government Agency. It's kind of a military meme for when someone from the CIA doesn't want to say they are from the CIA. Or, if you're into conspiracies, it's completely separate from the CIA but they're so secretive they don't even have a name." Leo just shook his head and sighed before sitting down in the other deck chair. He joined me in looking out at the forested hills that had surrounded us for the last five years. "Did I fuck everything up?" I asked him. "What? No," he said. "Well, I mean, it's hard to know. But no, I don't think so." "This is all going to go away," I said, gesturing out to the wilds that had been my childhood, and our shared backyard. "My family has been on this land for over a hundred and fifty years, and I just agreed to let the government wipe it out." "It's not like you had much of a choice, Harrison. Carrot and stick, like you said. And whether those guys were CIA or something else, they definitely seemed to have a really big fucking stick. They flew in on a damn helicopter." "Still," I said. "I feel like I'm selling out my childhood." We talked for a while, reminiscing. Leo let me tell some old family stories he'd already heard a half dozen times before. We joked about the shit we'd gotten up to, living out in our backwoods paradise. "Maybe it's time for a change," I sighed. "This was never going to last forever." "Felt like it though, didn't it?" Leo asked. "Yeah, it did." Poing! Leo's laptop, sitting forgotten, made a horrible noise. He glanced at it, "Ah, shit. I timed out. Now I gotta start all over again." He started typing away, and I finally opened my own laptop. The first thing I did was open my emails, and sitting right at the top, already marked with an 'important' star, was the email with the contract. Everything is as discussed. Print and sign, someone will be by tomorrow to collect. Make sure you fill out the questionnaire!; Walters. "Jesus," I muttered. "They really are putting a lot of emphasis on this thing." I opened up the website, starting by filling out all the basic information. Then, just like Leo said, it started to get weird. It was like filling out the most invasive and specific dating app ever. "I feel like they're going to try and 3D Print me a girlfriend," Leo laughed at one point. "Maybe it's cloning," I snickered. "That's fair. I wonder if they can clone me an Angelina Jolie?" "Gone in 60 Seconds Jolie, or Wanted Jolie?" I asked. He snorted. "Mr. and Mrs. Smith Jolie will always be my peak. Or Tomb Raider." "Ugh," I scoffed. We went back and forth like that, laughing at the ridiculousness of the questions and suggestions. The list of kinks we were attracted to, or turned off by was immense. We had to help each other even figure out what some of them were. I found myself ticking off some that surprised me because I'd never considered them before but they sounded hot. Other stuff I down voted hard, and I couldn't believe someone would ever admit to the government that they were into them. Hell, one of the suggested kinks was the government. Who the fuck got hot under the collar about bureaucracy and paperwork? I mean, I guess someone would, somewhere, or it wouldn't have been on the list. "What did you put for that last one?" Leo asked me as I was closing my laptop. "The relationship style scale?" I asked. "Yeah. I put a full 10, polyamory all the way. How hot would it be to be some sheikh with a harem of ladies?" "I went for a 6," I said. "I'm not going to turn down a threesome or anything if that's what my girl wants, but I'm also not into the idea of sharing with another boner." Leo shrugged, closing his eyes and leaning back in his chair. "I don't know, my dude. The Agents did say the world is changing. Maybe the norm will be great big orgies next year, and we'll all be smashing like it's our jobs." I snorted and smirked. "Yeah, sure. Society threatens to collapse and we all devolve into Eyes Wide Shut perverts." "One can dream," Leo laughed. We spent the evening starting to pack. It was tough, since we weren't really sure what the actual plan was. The contract fully outlined that we'd be getting new residences in the development, which was being called 'Valhalla,' but it wasn't exactly clear what the timeline was. I pushed for Leo to get packing sooner than later. My days in the military had me trained to expect 'hurry up and wait' to never mean waiting on the little guy, and right now we were definitely the little guy. We were woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of machinery, and we got dressed and rode the ATVs down the driveway. The gravel trail stretched about a half mile from the highway up to the house, but we only made it around a couple of bends before we came to the lights and action. "Stop right there," someone with a megaphone called to us, and we pulled our rides to a halt and cut the engines. "Who the fuck are you?" the voice asked. "Harrison Black. You're on my,” I had to stop myself. As of that evening, I'd signed the contract. It wasn't mine anymore. "We live here," I corrected. "Oh, it's you," said the voice. One of the workers stepped forward. He had on a big, bright orange reflective vest, and had a clipboard in one hand and the megaphone in the other. "Keep working, boys!" he shouted, and the machinery ground into action again. He approached us and stopped about ten feet away, despite needing to shout to be heard over the machinery. "Sorry about the noise. We've got orders to get this road done up to your house by tomorrow." "We heard," Leo said. "How does this all work?" I asked. "Shouldn't you guys be in quarantine gear or something?" "We got tested twice over the last two days in preparation for the job," the guy said. "Everyone on the crew is clean, and we all damn well needed the work. Fastest turnaround and the highest pay I've ever seen. Still, we're supposed to keep our distance from anyone other than the team. You guys get tested?" "No," I shouted back. "But the Government guys who set this up didn't seem to care." "Yeah, they did that with us, too. Acted like they were immune. Hell, maybe they are," the worker said. "You hear about what that idiot in the White House said yesterday?" We traded some stories we'd heard. It was strange, usually Leo and I were pretty private with strangers, but after so long in isolation with just each other and Erica, and the fucking weird encounter with the Agents, it was nice to just shoot the shit with someone new and normal. Even if it was shouting over the sound of machinery. Williams was the foreman of the operation that was clearing the trees to either side of the road. Another crew was working behind them, and trucks were already dumping off heavy set gravel at the entrance to widen it into a three-lane road. By morning they expected to have all of the trees, stumps and all, ripped out and stacked up for processing, and the driveway would be graded and levelled by lunch. The speed at which the crew worked was almost frightening. They were all experienced hands and did everything safely, but it was clear that they were motivated. While we were talking, Leo and I had to back up our ATVs twice to clear space for the crew to move ahead. Eventually, we said good night to Williams and headed back up to the house. I went back to bed, wondering if I'd made a terrible mistake. True to their words, by the time Leo and I woke up in the early morning, the clanging and crashing was just fifty yards from the front door. We made a couple big pots of coffee and brought it out to the guys, and one at a time they all walked over to the stump we used as a table and poured it into their thermoses while we stayed back. I had to make two more trips with more fresh coffee to cover everyone; in the dark it had been hard to tell how many people were working stretched out along the driveway. The clearing crew itself had to be thirty people, and a tired but thankful Williams said the gravel grading and levelling crew was probably just as big. "I'm sure we'll see you around," Williams called as the workers started packing up their equipment and prepping their heavier machinery for transport. "Supposed to be lots more work to do up here, yeah?" "Guess so," I called back. "Where are you guys headed now?" "They set us up in a motel about 20 minutes south. We've got guys on the crew from all over; they recruited all of us to fly out for this work, all expenses paid. Gotta tell you, it felt like hitting the lottery after sitting around in quarantine with my savings siphoning away." They left behind stacks of logs and stumps along the side of the now widened driveway area, and soon Leo and I were prepping a whole new serving of coffee as the morning wore on and the grading crew made its way up my old driveway. The guys on that crew were a little more hesitant to chat since they felt like they were running behind schedule, but they were happy enough to take the hot coffee after a whole night of work. It was around noon when one of the grading crew came up and knocked on the front door of the house. I'd been busy cleaning out the attic; one of those jobs I'd always had on my list of things to do around the property but never got around to. If there was anything up there worth saving, I hadn't found it yet, but it was worth the look. I came down to the front door covered in dust. The guy took one look at me from where he'd backed to 'social distance' and started laughing. I took one look at him, covered in gravel dust with rings of sweat from where he'd taken off his hard hat, and laughed right back. "Sir," he finally said after a minute, "We just thought you should know that the crew down at the far end of the road said someone in a green pickup truck drove by real slow a few times. The third time they pulled over and asked what was going on, but the boys down there followed orders and didn't tell him anything, so he peeled out. Just figured we'd let you know." "I appreciate that," I said, and sighed in the way that only old family history could make me sigh. Deep, long and aggravated. "And I think I know who it probably was. Thanks for letting me know." He nodded and went back to work. I didn't even think to ask what all was going on down at the end of the new road they had installed until he was already at the other end of the yard. "What's up?" Leo asked when I went to join him in the barn. "One of the crew guys said they saw a green pickup doing drive-buys." "Hah! Well, I guess that's not going to be your problem anymore, is it?" Leo laughed. I smirked. "Not legally. I'm sure I'm still going to be on Kara's shit-list and get a fucking earful though." I ended up spending the early afternoon helping Leo pack up a bunch of his woodworking equipment. The smaller stuff was fairly easy, but he needed the extra body for some of the larger presses and table-mounted saws. It felt like we'd barely made a dent when the double-honk of a car broke our concentration. We both headed around the side of the barn to find Erica getting out of the passenger seat of a black town car that had eaten a whole lot of the fresh gravel dust and now looked like someone had dusted it with flour. Sour-puss Agent Maggie was getting out of the driver's seat. "Hey, sis, how was it?" Leo asked. "Umm-Hmm," Erica said, shaking her head and holding up a finger to keep him from hugging her. "I need to talk to both of you inside." She had nervous energy going on, bouncing her weight on one leg and chewing on the corner of her lower lip. "Give me twenty; no, give me thirty minutes." "Is everything alright?" I asked. Erica was already moving quickly into the house. She'd had a look on her face like she was sick, and flushed with a fever or something. I turned to Agent Maggie. "Did something happen? She didn't catch the virus, did she?" "No," sour-puss said, that permanent sneer never breaking. "She knows everything she needs to, and needs to talk. Just do what she says." "What are you talking about?" I asked. Leo had followed Erica inside to make sure she was Okay. "Look, prick. Your little 'send her to the car' thing yesterday made me look bad, and now I'm stuck as a glorified cab driver while my boss and my partner are off to another shitty corner of the country like this one to bribe someone else into handing over their property to the government. Just fuck off inside and enjoy your new fucking world, you Mamoa-wannabe jerk." She got back in her car and slammed the door closed, then started to peel away and spin the car around before slamming the breaks and rolling down the window. "I'll be back again in a few hours with Lacosta's partner. He needs to be here waiting." "What?" I asked. She just flashed me her middle finger as she drove away. God damn woman, I sighed, watching her kick up dust and loose stones as she drove way too fast down the brand new gravel road. I shook my head and went inside. Erica was already upstairs and I could hear the shower running. Leo just shook his head and shrugged, "She wouldn't say anything. Just muttered about needing to get ready for something." "This is weird," I said. "I'm really fucking hoping this whole thing isn't going to blow up in our faces." "If it is, we might as well take it head on. Too late to do anything else," Leo said. "That's too fucking true, my friend," I said. Thirty-five minutes later Erica, dressed in a pair of her tight jeans with all the holes 'stylishly' cut into them down the legs and a black Metallica hoodie, strutted down the stairs and immediately began pacing and fidgeting with the strings of her sweater hood. She had done her full makeup, and seeing her like that was almost as shocking as the first time she'd gone without it; it had been a month since she had bothered with makeup at all, since even when she went out on grocery runs she was entirely covered up. "Sit," she demanded when we joined her in the living room, pointing me to my usual chair and Leo to the couch. He furrowed his brow as he watched his sister's nervous energy, but I wasn't sure it was because he was worried or didn't like her ordering him around. Their whole twin thing had always been more bouncing off each other than working in parallel. "Alright, alright," I said, hands up as I went to sit. "What's going on, E?" She stopped pacing and looked at both of us, transferring her energy into tapping her foot. I'd only ever seen her like this once before, right before we'd had our big group conversation about her staying indefinitely through the quarantine. Later, she'd elaborated to me a little bit more as to why she'd been so nervous; beyond the pandemic dangers, and feeling alone if she left, Erica had been chipping in for groceries with us, but that was it; the woman couldn't work during the pandemic, and tattooing hadn't exactly fueled her savings accounts. Everything all piling on at once had turned her into a nervous wreck, the opposite of her usual self. So what was doing this to her now? "Erica," Leo said, snapping her out of the train of thought she'd lost herself in staring at me. Her gaze was intense, only added to by her sexy post-punk look. It was like she'd erected a wall of armor around herself, or was taking on a persona that she'd let drop. "Right, sorry, I'm just really fucking distracted," she said. "Look, there's no way to say this easily without sounding sort of crazy at first, Okay? So I'm just going to say it, and you both need to listen cause I'm only explaining it once, alright?" Leo and I both nodded. "Alright, so the vaccine isn't just like, a shot. Well, it is for women. I got it this morning, and I'm something like 97% immune to the virus. But for men it isn't a shot. I did that information session and they showed us a bunch of research I only half-understood thanks to my AP bio classes back in high school, but I definitely got the video. The vaccine is pretty much lethal for men, and it has some weird side effects for women. They couldn't remove those aspects, so they modified it in other ways to try and adjust." "So how are we supposed to get vaccinated?" Leo asked. Erica licked her lips, and I realized she was sweating slightly. She glared at her brother, then looked at me and her eyes softened, then hardened, and I couldn't tell if she was angry at me or what. Then she glared back at her brother again. "They basically turned the vaccine into an STD, and it's the only way for men to get vaccinated. It's not permanent and needs frequent upkeep in both men and women, and it turns women fucking horny as hell if they go without for too long." "I'm sorry, what!?" Leo burst out. "And you took the shot?" "Just shut up, Leo!" Erica tried to shout him down. "I heard all the evidence, I weighed my options, and I decided this was the best thing to do. The whole tier system thing? I did the same questionnaire as you guys did, and they gave me a list of good matches. People I could go become a partner of. Like, sexually, and maybe romantically. We'd live together in quarantine, screw each other into immunity, and be that way for the foreseeable future until they fix this vaccine." "That's so fucked up," I said. "They wanted you to just shack up with someone you didn't know?" "Yeah, except someone I did know was on my list," she said. "Who?" Leo asked. "Are you moving back to Portland?" Erica turned from her brother and looked right at me. "Oh, no," Leo said. "No, no, no. You two are not becoming fuck buddies. We discussed this, Erica!" "Wait, what?" I said. "You discussed,” "Not important!" Leo shouted. "It's not important. It's not happening." "It's too late, Leo," Erica said. Then she turned to me. "At least, it is if you're into it. Look, Harrison, you can say no. I can't make you do this. What's-her-name will come back and get me, and I'll pick someone else on that list they gave me, and I'll go stay with them wherever they are. No hard feelings, you've done so much for me already that I can't even start to say thank you properly. But fuck I really want to fuck you. I've been getting off thinking about you almost exclusively for weeks, and the only reason I never asked you out in all these years is because I promised Leo back in high school I wouldn't ever date his friends." "And this is better?!" Leo squawked. "Shut up, Leo!" Erica shouted back at him. "You're not seriously considering this, are you?" Leo asked me. "You can't; Why; Come on, dude. She's my twin sister, it would be like... ugh!" He threw his hands up in the air in frustration. I rubbed my face with both hands and took in a deep breath before looking back at the siblings. "Alright," I said slowly. "First off, Erica, is this the vaccine talking? Just try and focus, cause this sounds an awful lot like some crazy date-rape drug and not a vaccine." "God, fuck. Why do men have to make things so hard?" she said. "I've wanted to fuck you for ages, Harrison. You being on my compatibility list at the vaccine center just made the decision fucking convenient instead of a fantasy." I turned to Leo. "Would you rather it be me, or some freak you know nothing about?" "I'd rather it be no one!" Leo said. "That's not an option anymore," Erica growled. "I've already got the shot. I'm just going to get hornier and hornier until I fucking snap, Leo. Then I'll fuck anything that fucking moves, that's the way it works. I need to bond with someone or I'll lose my goddamn mind. There are still a few days before I apparently go full-on bitch-in-heat feral, but I'm already feeling an itch all over and the only thing that I know, I know, is going to relieve that itch is cock." "Jaysus," I muttered, sitting back. Erica turned back to me, hugging herself. "Please, Harrison? Just; just tell me yes or no. Standing here without an answer is killing me, cause I don't know if I need to fight the feeling or I can give in." "I; Erica, you are absolutely gorgeous. I always assumed you weren't interested in me, or just wanted a friend. Honestly, I sort of thought you were gay with the comments you make about the women you work on in your shop. You're always talking about perky tits and firm asses and stuff like that," I said. "I'm Bi," she clarified. "And I work with people's bodies all day. I know what's hot and what's not for me, and Harri, you've fucking revved my engine since that first weekend Leo introduced us. I just want to rub my body all over,” "Erica!" Leo interrupted her. "Sorry, sorry, too much," she said. "I told you, this fucking vaccine is damn distracting right now. I need some relief here." "I'll do it," I said. "I just; this feels like the drug or whatever talking, Erica. Are you absolutely sure?" She was on me, straddling my lap and pressing her mouth to mine. Erica grabbed my head in her hands as she started forcefully making out with me, muttering 'Thank you' over and over into my lips. Her tongue pushed against mine, and then she grabbed my hands with hers and pulled them around to grab her ass. It was wonderfully firm, with a good amount of muscle that kept it looking full even if it wasn't particularly plump. "At least go get a room," Leo growled loudly. I pushed Erica back far enough that we could look each other in the eyes. Hers were bright, lucid, and silently pleading with me in a way that made her seem smaller and more vulnerable than the tough chick I'd come to know. "Let's go upstairs," I said to her. "I didn't mean literally get a room, right now," Leo said. "We need to talk this over! You made me a promise, Erica." "Shut up, Leo," Erica said. "I'll make it up to you, this isn't the end of the world. Probably. I think." She grabbed my hand, scrambled out of my lap and started pulling me up out of my chair. "What the fuck am I supposed to do?" Leo asked. "How am I getting vaccinated?" "Whenever they find someone who actually wants to fuck you, dorkus," Erica told her brother. "That lady agent said she'd be back in a few hours with your 'partner,'" I told him as I passed by, still getting pulled by Erica towards the stairs. "I didn't know what she meant at the time, but I guess;?" "Is she hot?" Leo asked me. I was already getting pulled up the stairs. "How am I supposed to know?" I yelled down to him. It's funny how energy can rise and fall at the drop of a hat. Erica pulled me into the guest bedroom she'd been using as her bedroom, slammed the door shut and turned to me; and stopped. She bit her lip, one leg bouncing at the knee as she shifted her weight. "Second thoughts?" I asked. "No, no," Erica said, shaking her head. "Definitely not. God, fuck, no. I didn't want to get into it in front of Leo like that, but you're also just being so you that I feel like I need to explain myself more." "So tell me," I said, sitting down on the bed. Erica started pacing again but stopped after one back-and-forth. "Okay, look. What I said down there is true. I would have asked you out years ago, after that first time we met at Burleson's when Leo brought you around." "The pub around the corner from your shop? That wasn't the first time we met," I said. "I know," she replied. "That was when you were moving into Leo's apartment. We passed each other in the building lobby and I saw you glance at my tits. I thought you were just another fuckboy asshole." "Wait, I don't remember that," I said. "Why didn't you ever tell me that happened? I thought the first time was when you gave Leo the fish tattoo on his side." "That's the first time we actually spoke," Erica said. "And you had an uphill fucking battle to try and change my mind about my first impression of you. You only made it far enough that I didn't bitch about Leo bringing you to the pub a couple nights later. That was when I got to actually focus on talking to you instead of chatting while I was at work. I also remember being super fucking pissed at Leo that night, because I asked him if I could go back on our deal from high school and hook up with you, and he said no." "Okay, whoa; we could have been having sex for seven years and you held to an agreement you made in high school? What was this fucking thing, a treaty ratified by the Pope?" Erica snorted a laugh and ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. "No, it was stupid. And honestly, looking back, we probably would have had a lot better of a time if he and I had agreed on the opposite. But Leo was a jock, and I was a scene girl, and we made an agreement that we didn't want each other messing with our friend groups. So no dating, no crushing, no nothing if the other twin claimed them first. We wanted to guard what we had, instead of helping each other out." I huffed a soft laugh. "Sounds like teenage bullshit to me." "Yeah, well, I'll just claim twin loyalty, Okay?" Erica said. "But that's not the really fucked up thing about this. When you invited me down from the city to stay with you guys, Leo and I had a separate talk. Harrison, my brother fucking loves you. Not like in a sexual way, but you're the best friend he's ever had. Period. No doubt about it. And he may not have ever said it to you but he was really worried that I would screw up the dynamic you guys have; and now here I am doing it." Erica squeezed her eyes shut and tilted her face to the ceiling. "Shit, maybe this was a bad idea after all. Fuck, he's never going to forgive me, I,” "Hey, hey," I said, standing and pulling her into a hug. Erica was a tall woman, easily 5'9 or a bit more, but I still towered over her with my 6'6". She clung to the sides of my shirt instead of hugging back, but buried her face into my chest. "I didn't know any of this, E. But we're all adults, we can handle this better than making promises we don't want to keep." "I know," she mumbled into my shirt, and slowly let go of my sides and slid her arms around until she was hugging me back. "You should know that I would have asked you out in a second if I thought you were interested," I said. "I'm still not exactly comfortable with the big picture on all of this, but this right here? I will definitely take this silver lining." "God, you make me so hot, Harrison," Erica said, and she looked up into my eyes. I kissed her as we held each other. Her considerable chest was pressing against my sternum, and as she shifted her arms up to wrap them around my neck and pull me closer to her, I lowered mine until I hooked my fingers into the belt loops of her jeans. We held that for a while, eyes closed and enjoying the feeling like we were teenagers again. God, we're both over thirty, I laughed in my head. We should be a lot bet

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure
Episode 272: Transactional Gift

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 24, 2025 58:19


Fighting for their lives in the tunnels beneath Middenheim- just another Tuesday night for the Gang! Lucky went by a doctor school, Mina growls, and Webbie is wearing itThe Professional Casual Network continues their play through of The Enemy Within.Join the PCN Discord: https://discord.gg/AqPYVbDMkzTwitch.tv/professionalcasualnetworkhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCfUOaJjpMfgRFWL7Z996lyQA special thanks to our Patron at Patreon.com/professionalcasual :Thank you to our most recent Patrons! Steve, Mel Cen, Mason D., Scazar, Sly Changeling, Bangarang, Craig S., Scumcat, Necromeat, Carlos, Okey A., Thomas S., theneilharris, Nemo R., Jari S., Manuel, Irishstu, Matthew, Anthony P., James J., Kyndra C., jay_dilf, Chris D., Oskar A., Handsome Andy, lil_willy, Kuaku, RandomGuy, Neckro, Bryan F., TheHarbingerPulsar, Ookfark, Thomas F., Therealmcasshole, Exile Creations, Tony M., KordixVR, Andrew W., Kilted Sparky, Oga, Astyria, BrooksHW, Cyril S., Josh, R Man, Scott R., James H., Thomas M., David P., Jan B., Kim B., DoomEagle55, Kenneth B, Pagan Prince, Brendan A., Patrick (The DM), Christian H., Fast and Bulbous, The Ryan, Achillesnick, Todd C., MidTable, Michael G., Haydenr, Charles M., Mr. Tisdale, Andrew K., Simon H., CJ Keller II, Dveli, John M., House., Marc "OG Griggs" G., Ben N., Brett L., Alex S., Will C., Dan H., Wizrdakills, IronMaize, ExPaxis, James M., Jian C., James G., Beefbarian, Joshua L., Devilpup, Paycheck S., Todd M, Nicholas B, Christian H., Ta03rd, Andrew G., Cupboard Kobold, Attila, Cole M., Liam A., Kristopher W., David H., Hunter W., Lankydiceroller, Alex S., Dave K., Justicar, Clayton P., Tim S., Stephen S., Brad A., Matt A., Brian W., Timothy G., VPotter, Mike D., Thoras, Justin K., Tepo C., Matt T., Rusty, Ara M., CyanidaCola, Nick A., Soren R., Kara N., Cliff K., David B., Cj K., David Q., Ben N., Syrpent, Zachary M., Robert W., Goodatthisgame, Will J., Otis H, Kalle H., David H., John O., Mikasaz, OmnusProtocol, Jonaspdv, Steve T., Chris and Nicky, William, AW B., Sam M., Kristoffer w., Luka J., Lexa W., Cyder D., Joe M., Paul H., Joe W., Alexandre R., Scott F., Nerdtism, Joe L., Richard G., Dani2Time, Michael M, Rich M., Soul Eater, Aaron H., Eric B., Quinn B., John S., William S., Rob M., Rob, Franz B., Film-Lars, Leslie S., Matt F., Paul S., Christopher T., Matt L., Zane T., Thomas T, Joe J., Jens R., Oliver H., Mikolaj W., Andrew, Zach C., Justliketheplant, Neil L., Jared S., Mikael N., Taylor M., George F., Tom M., Devin M., Nicholas W., Jonas P., Jonathan L., Simon P., Gareth G., Jacob Y., Lady_Leah, David R., Will B., Stephan S., Brian Y., William S., Path,Tim D., Simon W., Jake C., Theo A., Heber R., Ben R., Vaughan A., Daniel S., Lars, Taylor H., Blarin R., Gervasio L., Adam D., Craig G., Kevin C., WreckMyPodcast, Charlie S., Witchdream, Anthony R.Mailing Address: P.O. Box G, West Oneonta, NY 13861, United StatesVoicemail: 603-803-3235 (Country Code 001)https://throne.com/professionalcasual

ExplicitNovels
Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 1

ExplicitNovels

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 24, 2025


Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 1 Pandemic Survivors, Harems and the Pacific Northwest. Based on a post by Break The Bar. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. To combat the deadly Duo Halo virus, the government will change the lives of Harrison Black and his friends out in the hills of Oregon. In return, Harrison finds a new purpose to his life in the midst of losing his family history. The House Guest. I glanced away again, relatively certain that Erica hadn't noticed my involuntary glance down at her cleavage but not overly worried. The grocery store parking lot was only half full, but we were waiting out front and I felt like we were in a bread line in Soviet Russia. The only good news was that it was a warm spring for Oregon State, and a clear day, so Erica and I weren't bundled up in jackets or anything. Of course, we were still getting used to the masks. "This feels ridiculous," Erica said, adjusting the bandana covering her lower face. She'd done her makeup as usual, with soft but smoky eyeshadow, and her thick dark hair was pulled back in a messy bun. Erica was a well-put-together lady, with the hips and bust of a woman who had aged perfectly into her thirties. I'd known her through our late twenties, and I wasn't ashamed to say I thought she'd only gotten hotter with time. Her black jeans clung to her hips and ass, and the black sweater she was wearing unzipped over a ripped band t-shirt accented the v of her cleavage that I'd been trying not to glance at. "At least it's not the middle of winter," I said. "Imagine this going on in January, in a snowstorm?" "We'll never need to see that," said the old man in front of us in line. He was wearing a hunting gaiter, but it was riding low on his upper lip. "This ain't the first virus, it won't be the last. Couple of weeks and the panic will die down. We'll have practically forgotten it by the fall, I bet." "Hopefully," Erica nodded. They'd announced the quarantine two weeks ago, and it had gone into effect last week. My roommate Leo and I had invited Erica, his sister, up from Portland; she was going to be cooped up in her apartment alone for the two-week shutdown and we had plenty of space on my old family property. Erica had made the drive the day before the statewide quarantine kicked in, having locked up the Tattoo Parlor she managed, and it had been a week of sun, hiking and ATV tours through the property, along with teaching her how to throw an axe and shoot some archery. Next week we were planning to show her the ropes on gun safety, and let her try out some of my grandfather's old hunting rifles. Erica was game for it all, and it felt like a mini vacation for all three of us. What Leo and I hadn't planned for was making meals for three instead of two, and so now a week in Erica and I were braving a trip into town trying to figure out exactly what we were and weren't supposed, or allowed, to do. Erica turned to say something to me, but her sentence was cut off by the heavy thrum and backfiring of a pair of ugly pickups rumbling into the parking lot of the grocery store on jacked-up wheels, halfway to 'monster truck.' They parked near the back, near my own truck, both vehicles with the stupid 'truck nuts' swinging from the hitches on the back and one of them with a big confederate flag sticker in the back window. "Jesus, I thought rednecks were supposed to come from the South," Erica muttered. "There are rednecks in every part of every country," I sighed. "Ask me about German rednecks sometime. Those people are weird." Five men unloaded from the two pickups, and I could see someone still sitting inside one of the cabs. I immediately took in everything I needed to know about the men; my brain couldn't shut off the instinct. Five military-aged males, three who looked like they could handle a bit of a fight. None of them were carrying firearms, no obvious sign of concealed weapons, but several had utility knives sheathed on their belts. Not that uncommon out here in the foothills of western Oregon. Three of them were wearing army surplus combat boots, one was wearing what looked like steel-toe construction boots, and one was wearing hiking boots. Their clothes were blue-collar casual. Rough, in other words. None of them were wearing any form of a mask. The debate was still out in the news; first, we were supposed to wear masks, then they said it wasn't going to be helpful, and now they were saying wearing masks might be the most important thing. Everyone seemed confused about the issue, but everyone in line outside the grocery store was wearing one of some sort or other. "Are they seriously going to just?" Erica muttered. The rednecks were heading straight for the entrance to the store, looking to bypass the ten or so folks in line ahead of us and another six behind us. I could see the panic in the eyes of the pimple-faced teen manning the door. He had no fucking clue what to do about it. "Ah, shit," I muttered, already stepping out of line. "Harrison," Erica cautioned me. "It's not worth it. What's the point?" "If not me, then who?" I asked her, then raised my fingers to my lips and blasted a whistle that echoed across the parking lot. Everyone turned and looked at me. All the folks in line, the rednecks as they were about to bull their way past the boy, and the beleaguered kid who I'd already watched bumble through explaining the line to annoyed people, let these alone belligerent assholes. "Hey," I yelled, but tried to keep my voice more friendly than commanding. "How about you guys show some respect to the folks out here and just grab a spot in line?" "How about you suck my nuts? We aren't sheeple, we know our rights," one of them yelled. "Yeah, this place can't deny us service, we've got rights," another shouted. "There's a difference between rights and being polite," I said. "Old folks are waiting to get their groceries, you boys can wait fifteen minutes." "You got a problem with us?" Another one shouted. "You know who the fuck we are?" "Harrison," Erica sighed. "I ain't got a goddamn clue who you are," I said. "And I don't care beyond the fact that you're acting like assholes." Two of them immediately started coming towards me down the line, the other three hesitating a moment before following. Fuck. I'd been hoping they were just some bully idiots, but the two in the lead were way angrier than they should have been. "Take a few steps back and don't get involved, E," I said quietly. "I'll be fine, but you can't get involved, Okay?" "Harry, what the actual fuck? There are five of them. This is a fucking parking lot. We should just call the cops!" she whispered back. "I'd listen to your fella," the old guy in the gaiter said. "We got one State Trooper somewhere in thirty square miles of here; would likely take too long to do any good." "You wanna say that to my face, you fucking fuck?" one of the men said. I'd taken a few more steps out of line, and he got up within a foot of me with his teeth bared and a fist raised threateningly. "I'm a god damned sovereign citizen, and I got every right to protect my dignity, honor and good name against fucks like you." "Yeah," I said, looking down at him as I breathed in deep and let my full size loom over him. The guy was probably 6'1 or so, but I was 6'6 in my stockings and had an extra couple inches over that from my own hiking boots. "I said you guys are acting like assholes, and otherwise I could give one single shit about who you think you are." "You motherfucker, I'm gonna," "Harrison?" One of the three guys in the back asked. He was one of the ones I'd identified as not being much of a fighter. "Harrison Black, right? You played Defensive End at Eisenhower." "Uh, yeah," I said. "That was a while ago though..." "Oh man, dude. It's me, Barry O'Callahan. I was a year behind you," the guy said. "Guys, this dude almost single-handedly ran our high school defense. Didn't you end up joining the military or something?" "Yeah, yeah," I said, squinting and looking at Barry. "Really? Barry O?" "Heh, yeah I filled out a bit since I was a junior," the man laughed, his gut jiggling with the effort. "And then I filled out a bit more. How are you doing, man? When did you get out of the service?" "Well, I'm doing fine, Barry. Been out going on seven years. But this is a bit awkward," I said. The interruption had been as confusing a moment for the two hotheads in their group as it had been for me. They were looking back and forth between us, trying to decide if they were still mad at me, or mad at Barry, or were just giving it up. "Oh, yeah. Uh, don't worry guys, Harrison is cool, Okay?" Barry said. "Dude, are you just in the area visiting or what?" "I've been up at the family place for the last few years since Pop died," I said. "Oh man, I'm sorry," Barry said. "But hey, can't believe we didn't run into each other until now. Who'd a thunk, huh? Here dude, you should come out to the clubhouse sometime. We'll grab some brews, catch a game or something." Barry pulled a crumpled matchbook out of his shirt pocket and handed it to me. The front had a WWII-style blonde pinup girl on a navy background with a white star behind her, invoking the flag. The Golden Beaver and an address was printed in tiny letters on the backside. It would have been a funnier innuendo if they weren't referencing the Oregon state flag. "Yeah, maybe," I said. "Come on, guys," Barry said, slapping his two hot head friends on the shoulders. "Let's get in line. Nice seeing you, Harrison." "Yeah, you too Barry," I said. And then shook my head as the five men headed back towards the end of the line. "What the fuck was that?" Erica asked me as I joined her back in line, and we moved up a couple spaces as the teen at the door let more people into the store. "Honestly, I thought I was about to spend the night in county lockup," I said. "Fuckin' Barry O." "He seemed like a fan of yours," Erica smirked. "Big high school football star, huh?" "I was a little above average at best," I said. "And I wasn't an idiot. Easy to look good when the rest of the team sucks." I looked down at the matchbook again and shook my head, showing it to Erica. She snorted and took it. "Is this real? Please tell me you aren't going to go join their little redneck club." "Not likely," I said. "It's a wannabe militia group. Bunch of swinging cocks with no sway." "What?" "Cause they're so small. It's a tiny penis joke." Erica smirked again and rolled her eyes. "You child. Can you do me a favor?" "What's that?" I asked. "Maybe, for the foreseeable future, you keep the whole Walking Tall routine to a minimum?" "I'm sorry, did you just make a Dwayne Johnson, early 2000s movie reference?" "Yeah, I did," Erica grinned. "What are you going to do about it?" "We need to get you to watch some better movies," I laughed. "Hey, son," the old man ahead of us said quietly. "Seriously, could you have taken those guys?" I glanced back at them at the end of the line, muttering to each other. "Probably, if I was right. If I got three of them, the other two wouldn't have done anything." "Heh. Would have liked to have seen that," the old man grinned. "Don't encourage him," Erica said. "He hasn't gotten into a fight on my watch yet, I don't want him to start now." "Yeah," I said. "But that's mostly because you're the one who usually starts throwing punches at the bar." "Hey, a guy gets handsy, I put him in his place," Erica shrugged. "No 'Walking Tall' shit, my ass," I snorted. "You two make a fine, rowdy couple," the old man said. "Oh, we're not a couple," Erica said. "Just friends," I said. "He's my brother's roommate," Erica clarified. "I'm just visiting." The old man raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "Alright. Well, maybe you two should consider toning down the flirting then. You're likely to attract bears with all the hormones you're putting out." "Erica, Erica! No, you cannot punch him," I said, holding her back. "Hey, Erica? Can we talk to you for a minute?" Erica looked up from her phone with a cocked eyebrow and a pensive smile. I immediately realized how weird and out of character our approach was. She was lounging on the couch in the living room, her sketchbook tossed to the side with a half-finished something scribbled out in frustration like she'd been trying to work but just couldn't get it right. I knew how she felt, having had the same frustrations ever since the quarantine had been announced. "Sure guys, what's up?" she asked. I let Leo sit down next to his sister on the couch as she sat up, and I took my usual chair. It had been my Father's up until he passed; I'd avoided it the first month after he died and I took over the family homestead. Then when my older sister Valerie and her family came to stay for that summer, she practically pushed me into it. 'It's just a chair,' became our catchphrase for the summer as we sorted through the belongings of our parents and grandparents. "I'm sorry," I said as I settled into the chair. "This is already coming off weird. Erica, it's nothing." "You're making it seem like it's something," Erica said. She turned to her twin. "What's going on?" Leo and Erica were both a couple of years older than me, but once you were into your early thirties that kind of stuff meant a lot less. Leo had the looks of a classic Italian paisan with thick dark hair, a hawk beak of a nose and bushy eyebrows. He was built thin and a little lanky, and was usually ready with an eager smile and word of encouragement for anyone he met. That's probably why we'd gotten along so well when we started rooming together; his positive attitude had been just what I needed coming out of the Army. Erica had a lot of the same features as her brother; the thick dark hair, the ready smile, the energetic sparkle in her eyes; but she also had a sensuality to her that I can't say I'd ever noticed in Leo. She was a little more patient, a little more sure of herself and willing to take charge of things. And that control went all the way to her fitness, as she hadn't let herself slide even through quarantine. Leo sighed. "No, it's nothing. Well, I mean I guess it's something, but it's not," "How about we just say it, instead of talking about talking about it?" I said. "Yeah," Erica nodded. "How about that?" "Well, uh, Harrison?" Leo looked at me, which I guess was fair considering this was my house at the end of the day. "Erica, we're almost a month into the quarantine now," I said. "I know that when we invited you down out of the city to stay with us, it was supposed to only be for a couple of weeks. 'Two weeks to flatten the curve' and all that shit. But things don't seem to be getting any better." "No, it's fine," Erica said, sitting up straighter in her seat and pulling away from her brother. "I know I've been imposing on you guys. It's fine, I can head back down to Portland and I'll just," "Jesus Christ, Erica," Leo said. "We're not kicking you out." "You're not?" she asked. I realized that she was clenching her fists in her lap so hard she was trembling slightly. "Not a shot, E," I said. "We just wanted to make sure that you knew we want you to stay as long as you want or need. We love having you here." For the first time in my life, I saw Erica's lower lip tremble. "Really?" she asked. Back in the city she was the manager of one of the most successful tattoo and piercing parlors in the state, herding artsy workers that acted like cats with constant access to catnip. Erica was firm but fair with her artists, managed a clientele that ran the gamut from rich and entitled assholes to meth'd out deadbeats, and kept her own skills sharp with constant discipline and practice. Every time we had hung out in the years before the quarantine, I'd always been struck by how forceful a personality she was; she could smack talk with the best of them, manhandle a drunk in a bar like an experienced bouncer, and laughed loud and full-bellied. Seeing her on the verge of tears was a shock, and I realized we probably should have had this talk two weeks ago. "Yes, of course we do," I said. "God, you're practically family, Erica. I don't think I could let you go back and stay in the city right now. We love you." The damn burst and as thick tears began to pour over her cheeks and streak her dark eyeliner she reached out and pulled Leo into a hug with one arm. She beckoned for me with the other and I crossed the space to wrap her up in a hug as well. "Thank you," she whispered quietly between us. "I know you guys wouldn't; but still. Everything going on out there, and the way the city is right now... I just didn't" "It's going to be fine," Leo said to his sister, squeezing her harder. "You'll see." She kissed him on the cheek, then turned and kissed me on the cheek as well. "Thank you." I gave her a bit of a squeeze in return. "We'll need to go get some more of your stuff, I guess. You only came down here with a duffle bag." She laughed. "God, yes," she said and tried to wipe her tears. "I can go up there. I could use some more underwear, ha-ha." "Too much information!" Leo said, releasing his sister. She sniffed hard to clear her nose and wiped her cheeks some more to clear her spilt makeup and tears. Erica had a sort of post-punk or light goth style, with thick eyeliner and soft but smoky eyeshadow. For someone in the tattoo business, she had relatively few piercings, just two in each earlobe and a single small, silver nose ring on one nostril. She made up for it with a pair of full sleeve tattoos on her arms and a collection of assorted smaller tattoos on her legs. "What, you don't want to hear about me sweating through my bras?" She laughed at her brother. "Come on, Leo, we're all adults here." I laughed at her teasing and she squeezed me to her with the one arm she still had around my shoulder. She turned and kissed me on the cheek again. "I can go down to the city by myself, you guys don't need to risk yourselves for me. All the news reports are saying this thing is extra dangerous for men." "No, we'll help," I said. "We don't know how long this thing will last, so we'll bring the pickup and you can bring your car. And if you get exposed, you'd bring it back here with you anyways, so we might as well try and do it as fast as possible. Three sets of hands will make things go easier." "Okay," she nodded, then with a last squeeze of my shoulders she eased away and stood up. "Okay. Well, damn, guys. This feels like a fucking weight lifted off my shoulders. I've felt like I've been overstaying my welcome, not that you guys did anything to make me think that. I just,” "It's fine," I said. "We understand." "I don't," Leo said. "You've been all up in my personal space since the dam womb. You never had a problem with it before now." "Come here, you twerp," Erica laughed, slapping her brother on the arm. "Alright, alright," I said. "Come on, children. Let's make a plan here. No time like the present, if we get everything ready we can head out tomorrow."   Leo and I had first become roommates when he sublet me a room as I came out of the military seven years ago and wanted to move back to the Portland area. Then, when my father passed and I needed to move back to the family property, Leo had been more than happy to come on up with me instead of trying to find someone new to take over my half of the house lease. The old ranch-style house I'd grown up in had plenty of room, and my mother had died a few years before Dad, so it worked out for both of us. Even before the quarantine was announced we'd both been working from the homestead; my freelance illustration and concept art gigs kept the bills and property tax under control and food on the table, and Leo had swapped to making artisanal furniture in his little shed workshop instead of the house framing and cabinetry he'd been trained in. The old barn made a decent new workshop for him after a couple of upgrades, and once I'd gotten a satellite installed for point-to-point internet service we were... Well, we hadn't exactly been living the technological dream, but we had what we needed. The drive down to Portland from the homestead outside Jewell took a bit over an hour and a half on a good day with moderate traffic. It only took us an hour, in the middle of the day. I drove my truck, the cover on over the bed, and Leo rode with Erica in her car. The highways were practically empty, and for a while the drive almost felt like just a beautiful day out; other than the thick sweater I was wearing, and the work gloves I'd duct taped to the cuffs. I also had a pair of bandanas hung around my neck, ski goggles sitting on the passenger seat, and the hood of my sweater pulled up. It was the middle of a hot spring and I was sweating my ass off in my own truck just in case of death by viral infection. Even in the last couple of weeks, all the messaging online from the Government about what to do for safety felt like it had been conflicting with itself constantly, and when Leo and Erica tried to do more research they couldn't even figure out which politician or government body to listen to, let alone find something useful and convincing. So we went all out. Driving through the suburbs was a bit of an experience. One neighborhood would be completely desolate, not a single person outside and everything locked up tight. The next would be full of people outside on the street, walking dogs and kids running around playing. Most of them had those medical masks on, but it looked like people were out on summer vacation or something. The neighborhood after that was mostly shut down like the first, but one of the houses easily had thirty vehicles parked around it and was hosting some sort of party going on in the front and back yard. Somehow, despite the world feeling so alien, I still found driving through the city even weirder. Getting into the urban center where Erica had a small apartment near the Tattoo Parlor was like we'd hit the end of the world. Even more than in the suburbs, the near complete lack of people was shocking. We could go entire city blocks without seeing another car, and then suddenly we'd come across a food delivery driver peddling down the middle of the city street on a bike. The only other motorized vehicles I saw were one dude on an electric scooter having the time of his life, and ambulances speeding down the streets with their lights running. They didn't even bother with the sirens. Crackle, crackle. "Hey, Harrison? You read me? Over." I picked up my handheld radio and pressed the button. "Yeah, I read you, Leo. Over." "So we need to take a detour. There's a bunch of stuff online about this Autonomous Zone thing. Protestors in the middle of the city. We're going to avoid it. Over." "Yeah, sounds good. I'll follow. Over and out." I shook my head. The protests had started about a week ago. Halfway across the country, a man had been shot by police; investigations were ongoing, but no one looked good in the situation. Not the cops, not the man, not even the bystanders who had filmed the whole thing instead of intervening. It was a shit show all around, and it had sparked protests that I could only assume were fueled by people feeling so trapped in their own lives. Portland, ever a liberal center of activism, had been a hotbed every night. Vigils and marches every afternoon and evening. Then the riots started at night. We drove down a couple of streets that looked like we'd left the United States behind and entered a foreign warzone. I'd seen streets in Kabul during my deployment that had looked similar; the only thing missing from the burned-out cars, graffiti and general detritus were bullet scars on the walls. Windows that weren't boarded over were smashed. Storefronts were burnt out, looted, or both. It took us an extra twenty minutes to drive all the way around the 'autonomous zone.' By the time we pulled up into the alley behind Erica's apartment building, I was feeling sick to my stomach. A pandemic. Riots. What was next, a natural disaster? I'd seen some of the world; not a lot, but enough. Some of the best and worst places. We were supposed to be better than this. Taking the back stairwell was part of the plan. We didn't want to draw any attention from people; for all that Portland was that liberal bed of activism I'd just been thinking about, it was also still an urban center plagued by theft, crime and people trying to take advantage of each other. With no one on the streets, I'd suggested that pulling up out front made us more of a target to people looking to cause trouble, or attracting the attention of overzealous police. I pulled my truck in next to Erica's car and hopped out. "Alright, make sure you lock up," I said. "Harri, please," Erica said, sliding down her own ski goggles over her eyes. We were all bundled up now, with multiple face coverings each. "I've lived in the city about eight times longer than you ever did. I know how to handle myself." "Yeah, I know," I said. "I'm just a little anxious." "It's fine, dude," Leo said. "Let's just get this done." Erica let us into the building, keying in through a back door, and up through the stairwell. We didn't see anyone on the way up, and she led us through the halls to her apartment. As she let us in, one of her neighbors opened their door and stuck their head out. "Erica? Dear, is that you?" It was a woman, maybe in her fifties. "Hey, Dianne," Erica said. "It's me. I'm just here to pick up some things, and I brought my brother and his roommate to help out." Dianne stepped fully out of her apartment. She was dressed comfortably and had her silvering blonde hair pulled back into a bun. Most notably, she wasn't wearing a mask or any other sort of personal protection. "It's so nice to see you, Erica!" she said. "It's been quiet up here the last few weeks. I have to say, I never thought I'd actually miss your early morning banging around, but I do." "Ah, Dianne," Erica said, holding up her hands. She was wearing rubber gloves, duct taped at the wrists to her sweater just like my work gloves were. "We really shouldn't get any closer than this." "Oh, dear, it's fine," Dianna said. "I've been cooped up in the apartment for a week now, the only person who comes over is Mr. Jones from 5C for coffee every few days. I'm sure you've been just as safe, living out of the city." "No, really Dianne," Erica said. "I don't mean to be rude, but we're only here to get some of my things and go. And I know Mr. Jones is probably lonely up there, but it's not safe for you two to get together for coffee. You should really just skype each other or something." "Oh, I already have to do that Zoomy thing to see my grandkids," Dianna scoffed. "But fine, fine. It's good to see you, dear. Try not to take things too seriously, it won't be good for your health." From inside Erica's apartment, I couldn't help but shake my head. "Dianne, maybe you need to take things more seriously," Erica said. "I'd hate if anything happened to you, but more importantly I'd hate for your grandkids to never get to see you again if you got sick." "Well, I guess..." Dianne trailed off. "Goodbye, Dianne. It was nice seeing you," Erica said in that tone of voice that was just shy of 'politely fuck off,' then followed Leo and me into her apartment and shut the door. "God, that woman," Erica said. She peeled down the pair of gaiters she was wearing over her face. The top layer was a winter covering Leo and I usually used in the middle of winter when we were snowmobiling, and the second was a much thinner one we used in the summer when A T Veeing. "We should be good in here, no one's come in since I left." I peeled down my bandanas and sighed. "I'm sure she's nice, but that lady needs a reality check." "I just hope she isn't someone else's reality check," Erica said. "Alright. I'm going to start in the bedroom. Leo, can you go through the living room and grab anything you think we might want in terms of DVDs and stuff? And Harrison, do you mind doing a check-over of the kitchen? I'm pretty sure I got rid of all the immediate perishables before I came down, but I might have missed some things that could've gone for a couple weeks." We split up and went to work. I cleaned out a few old condiments that Erica had missed and collected some canned and boxed food that would travel easily, along with some of the more specialty cooking equipment Erica had made of point of mentioning. I wasn't sure what an 'air fryer' did, but she made it sound like it was a gift from God, so I was willing to pack it up. "All done in the kitchen," I said, standing in the doorway to Erica's bedroom. She was rummaging in her closet. Her bed was covered in clothes and a couple of pieces of luggage, and everything looked like a mess. "Okay, hold on," she said, then she reappeared and dumped what looked like an entire department store's worth of bras out onto the bed. "Can you start packing this stuff up? Don't worry about folding or sorting it, I'll fix it all once we're back at your place. Then I can grab everything I need from the washroom and we'll be done." "Sure," I said, and we squeezed past each other so she could duck into the washroom. Once she was gone, I just chuckled and shook my head at the mess she'd already made. "I don't think this is all going to fit in these bags." I got to work, and soon three of the four pieces of luggage were stuffed full. That's when I made it to the pile of bras. I glanced out the door, and quickly picked up a fancy looking one and checked the tag. "Damn, Erica," I chuckled. It was obvious she was a busty girl, but 36E? I wouldn't have guessed. Then again, I wasn't exactly a bra aficionado. I wouldn't even know if I'd seen D's or E's or what, the sizing just sort of confused me enough that I couldn't care to look into it any further. I carefully began packing her daintier things into a bag, and below the bras was a pile of panties; and only a few of them seemed like they were designed for comfort and not show. There were strings, there was lace. I held a particular red number and shook my head again, trying to do my best not to imagine Erica wearing it and failing. I shoved it into the bag with the rest. "Incoming," Erica said, bustling back into the room with her arms full of canisters and bottles and all sorts of things from the bathroom. She dumped it all on top of the panties in the bag. "Usually I'd be a lot more organized with this," she sighed. "But I just feel... being in the city feels kinda gross right now." "Hmm, I feel it too," I said. I picked up the last handful of her underwear and put them on top of the cosmetics stuff. "Oh my God," Erica said, grabbing the bag from me. "I can't believe; God, this is embarrassing." She was grinning and her cheeks had heated up as she quickly zipped up the luggage and turned to me. "I didn't realize you'd work that fast." "Hey, I've seen ladies' underwear before," I laughed. "It's not a big deal." "Yeah, but you haven't seen my underwear," she chuckled along with me. "At least you saw the nice stuff. I left most of it here when I came down; wasn't exactly thinking about showing off the goods, ya know?" "Hey, anytime you want to show off, you just let me know," I laughed. "I tried not to pry, but some of them looked pretty hot." "Oh, my God," she said, face palming her embarrassment. Then her smile turned teasing. "Then again, we could always play you show me yours, I'll show you mine. I'm sure the girls would be happy for some more freedom around the house." She squished her upper arms together to pop out her chest a bit under her sweater. Now it was my turn to smirk and blush a little. I was just starting to try and figure out what to say when Leo came in from the front area of the apartment. "Think I'm about done up here," he said. "Anything else, sis?" Erica snickered and punched me in the arm. "That's probably it. I was just teasing Harrison about feeling' up my panties though." "Dude!" Leo said. "Oh, come on," I said. "You know I wouldn't." "Still..." Leo trailed off. "Whatever. Just leave my sister's granny panties alone." "You think I wear granny panties?" Erica said, then turned back to the bag and started unzipping it. "Well, let me just show you some of these..." "Nope, no, nada, nyet!" Leo said, covering his eyes with both hands and turning out of the room. "I do not need to know. Too much information for me!" Erica snorted and shook her head, re-zipping the bag. She winked at me and gave me another friendly punch on the arm. "Thanks again for helping with all of this, Harrison." "No problem at all, E," I assured her. "No, no," she said. "Seriously. Thank you. You guys didn't need to come out here; it feels sort of silly to say, but you're technically risking your lives for me right now." "Well, chivalry ain't dead yet, I guess," I said. "I guess not," she laughed. She leaned in and kissed my cheek. "It's nice. Just don't go making a habit of it, I don't need some White Knight savior act out of you or my brother." "Deal," I said. We got everything out into the front hallway of the apartment, and it ended up being more than we could hope to carry down in one trip. The end result was that we made the first trip down, started loading everything into the bed of the pickup, and while Leo and Erica went back up for another load I stayed down with the vehicles. The thing about inner cities, we'd all learned quickly when we originally moved in, was that you took a risk when you left things in your car. Well, if you had a car to begin with, but if you did and people could see in then it was likely your shit was going to get stolen. So there I was, sitting on the open back gate of my pickup with double bandanas over the bottom half of my face and ski goggles over the top, when two men rounded a corner further down the wide back alley and stopped. They looked at me and the cars. I looked at them. One of them was wearing a medical mask, while the other had a knit wool balaclava on with nothing but his eyes showing. I'd never really considered it before, what with us living out in the woods away from most people, but at that moment I realized how simple it must be to do crime when everyone was expected to wear masks. I watched them. They eyed up the vehicles. I stood up. They watched me do it. I slammed the gate of my truck shut. They watched me do it. I walked around to the passenger door of the truck cab, pulled out the hard case I had stowed under the seat, grabbed my Dad's old Colt 1911 and slid a magazine home. The men kept their eyes on me, not batting an eye even though I was now holding a loaded firearm. I leaned against the back of my truck and watched them right back. Eventually, Leo and Erica came back down and I didn't mention the men or the pistol, which I tucked onto the passenger seat of my truck while we were moving things around. I left the door open so that I could keep easy access. Erica and Leo went up for one last load, and I entered another long staring match with the two men. They hadn't moved and were about fifty yards away so I couldn't tell if they were talking to each other. I swear I must have been sweating bullets under my sweater and gloves and various masks. I don't know if my adrenaline had spiked like this since seeing combat while deployed. Not even the grocery store parking lot showdown a few weeks ago had been like this. Finally, Erica and Leo came down with the last load, we got everything stowed away, and got back into our vehicles. I took a moment to unload and re-stow my firearm, and as Erica and Leo pulled away in her car I watched as the two men came up the alley and entered Erica's apartment building through the door we had been using. Maybe they had just been waiting to use the door, playing it safe with us. Or maybe it was something else. I wouldn't ever know. It took three days for us to start feeling... safe wasn't the right word. 'Less apprehensive' is where I ended up landing. Coming back from the city had been as smooth as driving out, but once we were home we all had this feeling of being dirty. It felt silly even at the time, but we ended up hosing each other off outside with the garden hose before heading in to take some long, hot showers. Was that ineffective? Probably. Did it make us feel better? Maybe, a little. When none of us were showing any symptoms of getting sick by the third night back, we all decided to crash and start a new show together on Netflix that night after dinner. I ended up in the living room first and was starting to scroll through the menus to find something we might like when Erica came down the stairs in her own comfy clothes. She was wearing baggy, low-riding sweatpants and a black tank top that I very quickly realized was bouncing way more than usual with each of her steps down the stairs. Erica walked over to the TV sitting area and flopped down onto the couch across from me, absentmindedly reaching up and tying her hair back into a loose and messy bun. "What?" she asked me when she realized I was staring at her. "Nothing," I said. "You just... you look good. Like that." She rolled her eyes. "It's just makeup, Harrison." What she meant was she wasn't wearing any. For the first time ever, even including the month that she'd already been staying with us, I was seeing Erica without makeup on. It was sort of shocking, honestly; whatever magic she did in the mirror, with her kit, it was like she could change the very structure of her face. Usually, she had an almost angular predatory look, with sultry and smoky eyes and sharp cheekbones leading down to a perfect set of clean and bright red lips. Now she looked brighter, more girl-next-door. Sure there were imperfections; soft lines under her eyes, little freckles and blemishes that got hidden by foundation, but her eyes were brighter, and her smile was wholesome. "Just don't feel like you need to be anything but comfortable, E," I assured her. "I like this look on you." She sighed and gave me a smirk. "Alright, charmer. What are we watching?" I tossed her the remote and let her start scanning through the list of new shows. Besides her lack of makeup and apparent lack of a bra, she was still her usual self. Both of her arm sleeves were bared by the tank top; her left arm was a colorful splash of a dozen of her favorite Pokémon from the original 150, all water-themed. Her right was Star Wars themed and focused on a pinup Femme Boba Fett on her outer upper arm, along with a couple sexy lady Stormtroopers, a Princess Leia in the requisite golden slave bikini, and Padme in the ripped-up white arena fight outfit. Not to mention the Yoda on her inner forearm and chili Chewbacca just below her armpit on her bicep. Her tank top also showed off the two heart tattoos on either side of her clavicle, and the half-mandala tattoo that sat on the back of her neck at the hairline. Erica's legs, while currently covered by her sweats, were a more eclectic collection of random and unplanned tattoos dating back from her start in the industry; some were done by her own hand, others by fellow apprentices, and a few even by the apprentices she'd eventually trained over the years. "Heads up!" Leo said, bounding down the stairs in his own sweats and a hoodie, vaulting over the back of the sofa and landing heavily next to his twin sister. "Jesus Christ," Erica said, ducking away to narrowly avoid getting kicked in the back of the head. She turned and hit Leo in the shoulder. "Watch it, you monkey!" "Takes one to know one," Leo laughed, swiping away her hands as she tried to hit him again. Soon the two were involved in a swearing match as Erica was leaning over Leo, trying to tweak his ears and drop a wad of spit down on his face, while he tried to both ward off her hands and push her away at the same time. Their easy sibling rivalry and goofing off usually wasn't this physical, but it still had me laughing and wondering all the same. I'd never had that with my sister; she was about seven years older than me, so we hadn't ever had that sort of a relationship. To be honest, I was also a little interested in the sibling scrap because Erica's tits looked fucking great jostling and bouncing around in her tank top, and a part of me hoped a boob would pop out in the chaos. Unfortunately, I couldn't be so lucky and the duel ended with both of them panting, sitting next to each other, with no boob appearance. "What are we watching?" Leo asked. "I dunno, we hadn't picked yet," I said. "Let's watch this," Erica said, seemingly at random, and selected some sort of a baking show. "Aw man," Leo said. "These competition shows are always so scripted." "They make me hungry," I said. "Maybe I should start baking more." "Yes," Erica said. "Now we're watching every season just so you can get more good ideas like that, Harri." The show was easy to follow and clearly designed like every other Food Porn-style "reality" competition. Other than the deliciously described food, the only thing actually keeping my attention was the host. "She's hot," Erica said during one of the transition scenes, right after the host had finished showing the TV audience the differences between a mousse and whipped cream. It had involved a lot of whisking very fast. "Not my type, but I can see it," Leo said. "She's got too much of a Fifties Housewife vibe going on." "That's just because she's so proper British," Erica said. "Look at her, she's gorgeous. And fucking stacked under those pretty dresses. What do you think, Harri?" "I'm with you, I think she's definitely hot," I agreed. "And I really dig the accent." "I bet she's a fucking freak in bed, too," Erica said. "No way!" Leo argued with his sister. "Look at her. She's all syrup and sweetness. I bet she's dry as a desert down there, and you couldn't fit anything in due to the stick up her ass." "Nuh-uh," Erica shook her head. "I'd put money on her having a filthy mouth off-screen. Just swears like a fucking sailor. And,  Hmm, I bet she probably says she's straight, but has plenty of experience with girls from her Prep School days." "Sure," I laughed along. "Makes perfect sense. Anything else?" "I bet she's got a cum fetish," Erica said. "Look at her eyes when she's talking about glazing. She's practically creaming her conservative little dress. And she definitely likes a cheeky finger up the bum to really set her off." All of us were laughing now, and the conversation faded as we struggled to get control of our giggles. By the time the first episode was over, we were hooked despite the silly concept, and let it play. We got four episodes in before Erica called it quits. "That's enough for me tonight, boys," she said, yawning and stretching her arms wide. Her right arm rubbed roughly against Leo's face on purpose, just to bug him as he pulled away. "I'm off to bed. Good night!" She bounced up off the couch and made for the stairs, her hips swiveling in her low-waisted sweats. They'd ridden lower, and she was showing a bit of a whale tail with her lace thong panties peeking over the waistline. "Dude," Leo said, snapping my vision from his sister as she walked up the stairs. "Uh," I hummed, and slowly raised both arms in an awkward shrug. "What do you want me to do?" "Just... don't make it a thing," he sighed, then flopped over onto his side. "She's my sister. You wanna watch Deadpool?" Visitors The rumble, sputter and hum of the approaching ATV broke my concentration as it cut through the quiet warbling of my shitty Bluetooth speaker long before Leo pulled around the trail bend. The thick foliage up here in the foothills, far at the back end of my family property, created a weird dampening effect so I hadn't heard him until he was almost on top of me. The rumble cut through the thick greenery now and was followed by the crunching of the tires biting into th

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure
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Play Episode Listen Later Jul 17, 2025 74:17


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Underground Garage & Bass - Bumpy UK Garage with DJ BrainZ
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Play Episode Listen Later Jul 14, 2025 120:08


Ey yo bunky, I’m gonna make some UK Garage, jailhouse style. Just need a Snickers, coffee creamer and some cold toilet water. You in? Bussin’ B Listen on SoundCloud Watch on YouTube Track list Skappakam – High Disperto Certain, GOVERNADE – IM FREE cva beatz & ogasawara – Tonight (cva 70%, Oga 30%) holybones – […] The post Bussin’ Garage n Bass – Episode 432 – Bumpy UK Garage with DJ BrainZ appeared first on UK Garage n Bass From DJ BrainZ.

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A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 3, 2025 66:58


The Gang gets more information about these strange thefts, and stranger people. Lucky already knows all this, Mina leads with her thighs, and Webbie crosses himself. The Professional Casual Network continues their play through of The Enemy Within.Join the PCN Discord: https://discord.gg/AqPYVbDMkzTwitch.tv/professionalcasualnetworkhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCfUOaJjpMfgRFWL7Z996lyQA special thanks to our Patron at Patreon.com/professionalcasual :Thank you to our most recent Patrons! Steve, Mel Cen, Mason D., Scazar, Sly Changeling, Bangarang, Craig S., Scumcat, Necromeat, Carlos, Okey A., Thomas S., theneilharris, Nemo R., Jari S., Manuel, Irishstu, Matthew, Anthony P., James J., Kyndra C., jay_dilf, Chris D., Oskar A., Handsome Andy, lil_willy, Kuaku, RandomGuy, Neckro, Bryan F., TheHarbingerPulsar, Ookfark, Thomas F., Therealmcasshole, Exile Creations, Tony M., KordixVR, Andrew W., Kilted Sparky, Oga, Astyria, BrooksHW, Cyril S., Josh, R Man, Scott R., James H., Thomas M., David P., Jan B., Kim B., DoomEagle55, Kenneth B, Pagan Prince, Brendan A., Patrick (The DM), Christian H., Fast and Bulbous, The Ryan, Achillesnick, Todd C., MidTable, Michael G., Haydenr, Charles M., Mr. Tisdale, Andrew K., Simon H., CJ Keller II, Dveli, John M., House., Marc "OG Griggs" G., Ben N., Brett L., Alex S., Will C., Dan H., Wizrdakills, IronMaize, ExPaxis, James M., Jian C., James G., Beefbarian, Joshua L., Devilpup, Paycheck S., Todd M, Nicholas B, Christian H., Ta03rd, Andrew G., Cupboard Kobold, Attila, Cole M., Liam A., Kristopher W., David H., Hunter W., Lankydiceroller, Alex S., Dave K., Justicar, Clayton P., Tim S., Stephen S., Brad A., Matt A., Brian W., Timothy G., VPotter, Mike D., Thoras, Justin K., Tepo C., Matt T., Rusty, Ara M., CyanidaCola, Nick A., Soren R., Kara N., Cliff K., David B., Cj K., David Q., Ben N., Syrpent, Zachary M., Robert W., Goodatthisgame, Will J., Otis H, Kalle H., David H., John O., Mikasaz, OmnusProtocol, Jonaspdv, Steve T., Chris and Nicky, William, AW B., Sam M., Kristoffer w., Luka J., Lexa W., Cyder D., Joe M., Paul H., Joe W., Alexandre R., Scott F., Nerdtism, Joe L., Richard G., Dani2Time, Michael M, Rich M., Soul Eater, Aaron H., Eric B., Quinn B., John S., William S., Rob M., Rob, Franz B., Film-Lars, Leslie S., Matt F., Paul S., Christopher T., Matt L., Zane T., Thomas T, Joe J., Jens R., Oliver H., Mikolaj W., Andrew, Zach C., Justliketheplant, Neil L., Jared S., Mikael N., Taylor M., George F., Tom M., Devin M., Nicholas W., Jonas P., Jonathan L., Simon P., Gareth G., Jacob Y., Lady_Leah, David R., Will B., Stephan S., Brian Y., William S., Path,Tim D., Simon W., Jake C., Theo A., Heber R., Ben R., Vaughan A., Daniel S., Lars, Taylor H., Blarin R., Gervasio L., Adam D., Craig G., Kevin C., WreckMyPodcast, Charlie S., Witchdream, Anthony R.Mailing Address: P.O. Box G, West Oneonta, NY 13861, United StatesVoicemail: 603-803-3235 (Country Code 001)https://throne.com/professionalcasual

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure
Episode 268: Helm and Go Seek

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 26, 2025 64:56


An artifact has gone missing, who better to find it than the Gang? Lucky never heard of her, Mina will flee quickly, and Webbie is NOT a cultist. The Professional Casual Network continues their play through of The Enemy Within.Join the PCN Discord: https://discord.gg/AqPYVbDMkzTwitch.tv/professionalcasualnetworkhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCfUOaJjpMfgRFWL7Z996lyQA special thanks to our Patron at Patreon.com/professionalcasual :Thank you to our most recent Patrons! Steve, Mel Cen, Mason D., Scazar, Sly Changeling, Bangarang, Craig S., Scumcat, Necromeat, Carlos, Okey A., Thomas S., theneilharris, Nemo R., Jari S., Manuel, Irishstu, Matthew, Anthony P., James J., Kyndra C., jay_dilf, Chris D., Oskar A., Handsome Andy, lil_willy, Kuaku, RandomGuy, Neckro, Bryan F., TheHarbingerPulsar, Ookfark, Thomas F., Therealmcasshole, Exile Creations, Tony M., KordixVR, Andrew W., Kilted Sparky, Oga, Astyria, BrooksHW, Cyril S., Josh, R Man, Scott R., James H., Thomas M., David P., Jan B., Kim B., DoomEagle55, Kenneth B, Pagan Prince, Brendan A., Patrick (The DM), Christian H., Fast and Bulbous, The Ryan, Achillesnick, Todd C., MidTable, Michael G., Haydenr, Charles M., Mr. Tisdale, Andrew K., Simon H., CJ Keller II, Dveli, John M., House., Marc "OG Griggs" G., Ben N., Brett L., Alex S., Will C., Dan H., Wizrdakills, IronMaize, ExPaxis, James M., Jian C., James G., Beefbarian, Joshua L., Devilpup, Paycheck S., Todd M, Nicholas B, Christian H., Ta03rd, Andrew G., Cupboard Kobold, Attila, Cole M., Liam A., Kristopher W., David H., Hunter W., Lankydiceroller, Alex S., Dave K., Justicar, Clayton P., Tim S., Stephen S., Brad A., Matt A., Brian W., Timothy G., VPotter, Mike D., Thoras, Justin K., Tepo C., Matt T., Rusty, Ara M., CyanidaCola, Nick A., Soren R., Kara N., Cliff K., David B., Cj K., David Q., Ben N., Syrpent, Zachary M., Robert W., Goodatthisgame, Will J., Otis H, Kalle H., David H., John O., Mikasaz, OmnusProtocol, Jonaspdv, Steve T., Chris and Nicky, William, AW B., Sam M., Kristoffer w., Luka J., Lexa W., Cyder D., Joe M., Paul H., Joe W., Alexandre R., Scott F., Nerdtism, Joe L., Richard G., Dani2Time, Michael M, Rich M., Soul Eater, Aaron H., Eric B., Quinn B., John S., William S., Rob M., Rob, Franz B., Film-Lars, Leslie S., Matt F., Paul S., Christopher T., Matt L., Zane T., Thomas T, Joe J., Jens R., Oliver H., Mikolaj W., Andrew, Zach C., Justliketheplant, Neil L., Jared S., Mikael N., Taylor M., George F., Tom M., Devin M., Nicholas W., Jonas P., Jonathan L., Simon P., Gareth G., Jacob Y., Lady_Leah, David R., Will B., Stephan S., Brian Y., William S., Path,Tim D., Simon W., Jake C., Theo A., Heber R., Ben R., Vaughan A., Daniel S., Lars, Taylor H., Blarin R., Gervasio L., Adam D., Craig G., Kevin C., WreckMyPodcast, Charlie S., Witchdream, Anthony R.Mailing Address: P.O. Box G, West Oneonta, NY 13861, United StatesVoicemail: 603-803-3235 (Country Code 001)https://throne.com/professionalcasual

Pipeliners Podcast
Episode 394: Electricity Demand and Gas Pipelining with Jimmy Stewart

Pipeliners Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 24, 2025 38:48


This episode of the Pipeliners Podcast features Jimmy Stewart from the Ohio Gas Association discussing the growing intersection between electrical demand and natural gas infrastructure. The conversation explores historical trends in electricity generation, the shifting role of natural gas as a baseload power source, and the increasing pressure from emerging sectors like data centers. The discussion highlights the implications for future pipeline development, infrastructure capacity, and energy policy in the face of rising demand.   Visit PipelinePodcastNetwork.com for a full episode transcript, as well as detailed show notes with relevant links and insider term definitions. 

The American Warrior Show
Episode #404: 10 Keys to Success in the Police Academy (Justin Carroll)

The American Warrior Show

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 23, 2025 70:14


  Sign up to attend HREC Course: https://shooting-performance.coursestorm.com/.../warrior...     On today's Coffee with Rich, we will be joined by Justin Carroll. We will be discussing 10 Keys to Success in the Police Academy. Join Us! Justin is a former Reconnaissance, Force Reconnaissance and MARSOC Special Operator, with tours in Iraq, Afghanistan and the Philippines. He was also former “OGA” contractor with many deployments to Central Asia. After his time in the Corps and with OGA, Justin was a contracted special operations instructor for the U.S. Military. Justin is a published author of six books, dozens of online and print magazines, and his amazing blog, Swift, Silent and Deadly. He has traveled the world with 28 countries and 44/50 U.S. states under his belt. He has been a podcaster, co-hosting the popular show Across the Peak, with yours truly, and is currently serving as a practicing Paramedic and Search & Rescue Team member.   Follow Justin: https://swiftsilentdeadly.com/ https://swiftsilentdeadly.com/keys-to-success-in-the.../ Coffee with Rich Youtube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/user/rhodieusmc/videos American Warrior Show: https://americanwarriorshow.com/index.html SWAG: https://shop.americanwarriorsociety.com/ American Warrior Society please visit: https://americanwarriorsociety.com/

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure
Episode 267: Memaw is Worth It

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 19, 2025 61:28


Keeping track of an old lady should be a breeze! Lucky hides under a bed, Mina saw it and thought of him, and Webbie loves gifts. The Professional Casual Network continues their play through of The Enemy Within.Join the PCN Discord: https://discord.gg/AqPYVbDMkzTwitch.tv/professionalcasualnetworkhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCfUOaJjpMfgRFWL7Z996lyQA special thanks to our Patron at Patreon.com/professionalcasual :Thank you to our most recent Patrons! Steve, Mel Cen, Mason D., Scazar, Sly Changeling, Bangarang, Craig S., Scumcat, Necromeat, Carlos, Okey A., Thomas S., theneilharris, Nemo R., Jari S., Manuel, Irishstu, Matthew, Anthony P., James J., Kyndra C., jay_dilf, Chris D., Oskar A., Handsome Andy, lil_willy, Kuaku, RandomGuy, Neckro, Bryan F., TheHarbingerPulsar, Ookfark, Thomas F., Therealmcasshole, Exile Creations, Tony M., KordixVR, Andrew W., Kilted Sparky, Oga, Astyria, BrooksHW, Cyril S., Josh, R Man, Scott R., James H., Thomas M., David P., Jan B., Kim B., DoomEagle55, Kenneth B, Pagan Prince, Brendan A., Patrick (The DM), Christian H., Fast and Bulbous, The Ryan, Achillesnick, Todd C., MidTable, Michael G., Haydenr, Charles M., Mr. Tisdale, Andrew K., Simon H., CJ Keller II, Dveli, John M., House., Marc "OG Griggs" G., Ben N., Brett L., Alex S., Will C., Dan H., Wizrdakills, IronMaize, ExPaxis, James M., Jian C., James G., Beefbarian, Joshua L., Devilpup, Paycheck S., Todd M, Nicholas B, Christian H., Ta03rd, Andrew G., Cupboard Kobold, Attila, Cole M., Liam A., Kristopher W., David H., Hunter W., Lankydiceroller, Alex S., Dave K., Justicar, Clayton P., Tim S., Stephen S., Brad A., Matt A., Brian W., Timothy G., VPotter, Mike D., Thoras, Justin K., Tepo C., Matt T., Rusty, Ara M., CyanidaCola, Nick A., Soren R., Kara N., Cliff K., David B., Cj K., David Q., Ben N., Syrpent, Zachary M., Robert W., Goodatthisgame, Will J., Otis H, Kalle H., David H., John O., Mikasaz, OmnusProtocol, Jonaspdv, Steve T., Chris and Nicky, William, AW B., Sam M., Kristoffer w., Luka J., Lexa W., Cyder D., Joe M., Paul H., Joe W., Alexandre R., Scott F., Nerdtism, Joe L., Richard G., Dani2Time, Michael M, Rich M., Soul Eater, Aaron H., Eric B., Quinn B., John S., William S., Rob M., Rob, Franz B., Film-Lars, Leslie S., Matt F., Paul S., Christopher T., Matt L., Zane T., Thomas T, Joe J., Jens R., Oliver H., Mikolaj W., Andrew, Zach C., Justliketheplant, Neil L., Jared S., Mikael N., Taylor M., George F., Tom M., Devin M., Nicholas W., Jonas P., Jonathan L., Simon P., Gareth G., Jacob Y., Lady_Leah, David R., Will B., Stephan S., Brian Y., William S., Path,Tim D., Simon W., Jake C., Theo A., Heber R., Ben R., Vaughan A., Daniel S., Lars, Taylor H., Blarin R., Gervasio L., Adam D., Craig G., Kevin C., WreckMyPodcast, Charlie S., Witchdream, Anthony R.Mailing Address: P.O. Box G, West Oneonta, NY 13861, United StatesVoicemail: 603-803-3235 (Country Code 001)https://throne.com/professionalcasual

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure
Episode 266: Escort Quest

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 12, 2025 61:20


The Gang splits up in Middenheim- again! Lucky can't concentrate, Mina checks Scooby-doo style, and Webbie makes a fort. The Professional Casual Network continues their play through of The Enemy Within.Join the PCN Discord: https://discord.gg/AqPYVbDMkzTwitch.tv/professionalcasualnetworkhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCfUOaJjpMfgRFWL7Z996lyQA special thanks to our Patron at Patreon.com/professionalcasual :Thank you to our most recent Patrons! Steve, Mel Cen, Mason D., Scazar, Sly Changeling, Bangarang, Craig S., Scumcat, Necromeat, Carlos, Okey A., Thomas S., theneilharris, Nemo R., Jari S., Manuel, Irishstu, Matthew, Anthony P., James J., Kyndra C., jay_dilf, Chris D., Oskar A., Handsome Andy, lil_willy, Kuaku, RandomGuy, Neckro, Bryan F., TheHarbingerPulsar, Ookfark, Thomas F., Therealmcasshole, Exile Creations, Tony M., KordixVR, Andrew W., Kilted Sparky, Oga, Astyria, BrooksHW, Cyril S., Josh, R Man, Scott R., James H., Thomas M., David P., Jan B., Kim B., DoomEagle55, Kenneth B, Pagan Prince, Brendan A., Patrick (The DM), Christian H., Fast and Bulbous, The Ryan, Achillesnick, Todd C., MidTable, Michael G., Haydenr, Charles M., Mr. Tisdale, Andrew K., Simon H., CJ Keller II, Dveli, John M., House., Marc "OG Griggs" G., Ben N., Brett L., Alex S., Will C., Dan H., Wizrdakills, IronMaize, ExPaxis, James M., Jian C., James G., Beefbarian, Joshua L., Devilpup, Paycheck S., Todd M, Nicholas B, Christian H., Ta03rd, Andrew G., Cupboard Kobold, Attila, Cole M., Liam A., Kristopher W., David H., Hunter W., Lankydiceroller, Alex S., Dave K., Justicar, Clayton P., Tim S., Stephen S., Brad A., Matt A., Brian W., Timothy G., VPotter, Mike D., Thoras, Justin K., Tepo C., Matt T., Rusty, Ara M., CyanidaCola, Nick A., Soren R., Kara N., Cliff K., David B., Cj K., David Q., Ben N., Syrpent, Zachary M., Robert W., Goodatthisgame, Will J., Otis H, Kalle H., David H., John O., Mikasaz, OmnusProtocol, Jonaspdv, Steve T., Chris and Nicky, William, AW B., Sam M., Kristoffer w., Luka J., Lexa W., Cyder D., Joe M., Paul H., Joe W., Alexandre R., Scott F., Nerdtism, Joe L., Richard G., Dani2Time, Michael M, Rich M., Soul Eater, Aaron H., Eric B., Quinn B., John S., William S., Rob M., Rob, Franz B., Film-Lars, Leslie S., Matt F., Paul S., Christopher T., Matt L., Zane T., Thomas T, Joe J., Jens R., Oliver H., Mikolaj W., Andrew, Zach C., Justliketheplant, Neil L., Jared S., Mikael N., Taylor M., George F., Tom M., Devin M., Nicholas W., Jonas P., Jonathan L., Simon P., Gareth G., Jacob Y., Lady_Leah, David R., Will B., Stephan S., Brian Y., William S., Path,Tim D., Simon W., Jake C., Theo A., Heber R., Ben R., Vaughan A., Daniel S., Lars, Taylor H., Blarin R., Gervasio L., Adam D., Craig G., Kevin C., WreckMyPodcast, Charlie S., Witchdream, Anthony R.Mailing Address: P.O. Box G, West Oneonta, NY 13861, United StatesVoicemail: 603-803-3235 (Country Code 001)https://throne.com/professionalcasual

Cheers 2 Ears!
May the Wallet Be With You: The Galaxy's Edge Splurge Guide with a Jedi Mind Trick

Cheers 2 Ears!

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 9, 2025 39:13 Transcription Available


Send us a textWhat would it look like to spend an entire day exclusively in Galaxy's Edge as a dedicated Star Wars fan? We tackle this question by creating our own immersive itineraries focused solely on Batuu, breaking down every experience, meal, and purchase along the way.Our detailed plans take you from rope drop to park close, maximizing every moment in this meticulously crafted Star Wars land. We start with early morning strategies – should you head straight to Rise of the Resistance or save it for later? – before mapping out perfect timing for iconic experiences like building your own lightsaber at Savi's Workshop ($219.99) and creating a droid companion at Droid Depot ($119.99).Food and beverages play a crucial role in any Galaxy's Edge adventure. We share why the Ronto Morning Wrap makes the perfect breakfast ("hands down my favorite breakfast in the park"), when to schedule your Oga's Cantina reservations for maximum enjoyment, and whether those colorful milk concoctions are worth trying. From the Andorian Fried Tip-yip to the signature Jedi Mind Trick cocktail, we cover all the must-try consumables that enhance the immersive experience.Beyond rides and food, we discuss shopping strategies at Dok-Ondar's Den of Antiquities, character encounters with Kylo Ren and Rey, and how to experience the land's special ambiance as day turns to night. Most importantly, we break down the complete cost – revealing how a full day exclusively in Galaxy's Edge can easily reach $800-1200 when including all experiences, meals, and souvenirs. Is it worth the splurge for the dedicated Star Wars fan who may not care about the rest of Disneyland? We think you might find the Force is strong with this particular adventure.Here's who we are and what is in store for you

The Organic Grower Podcast
OGPod Episode 29: James' Spring Review 2025

The Organic Grower Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 8, 2025 54:43


So today, I thought I would share with you my 2025 spring review. What's gone well and what's gone less well? How are sales going? What's up, what's down?What are the top crops and why? What improvements can be made for this year and next? And, stay tuned to the end, to hear how our third annual spring plant sale went..So, plenty to talk about…let's get to it.This podcast is brought to you by the Organic Growers Alliance, the UK's only grower-led organisation providing technical and practical advice and support on organic growing. For more information about the OGA head to www.organicgrowersalliance.co.uk and become a member.More about James Butterworth and Cotswold Market Garden: https://www.cotswoldmarketgarden.co.uk/

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure
Episode 265: Jade Gang

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 5, 2025 60:11


They've been ambushed, again, and things aren't going well! Lucky didn't wait for three, Mina needs to be on her game, and Webbie only has one idea.The Professional Casual Network continues their play through of The Enemy Within.Join the PCN Discord: https://discord.gg/AqPYVbDMkzTwitch.tv/professionalcasualnetworkhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCfUOaJjpMfgRFWL7Z996lyQA special thanks to our Patron at Patreon.com/professionalcasual :Thank you to our most recent Patrons! Steve, Mel Cen, Mason D., Scazar, Sly Changeling, Bangarang, Craig S., Scumcat, Necromeat, Carlos, Okey A., Thomas S., theneilharris, Nemo R., Jari S., Manuel, Irishstu, Matthew, Anthony P., James J., Kyndra C., jay_dilf, Chris D., Oskar A., Handsome Andy, lil_willy, Kuaku, RandomGuy, Neckro, Bryan F., TheHarbingerPulsar, Ookfark, Thomas F., Therealmcasshole, Exile Creations, Tony M., KordixVR, Andrew W., Kilted Sparky, Oga, Astyria, BrooksHW, Cyril S., Josh, R Man, Scott R., James H., Thomas M., David P., Jan B., Kim B., DoomEagle55, Kenneth B, Pagan Prince, Brendan A., Patrick (The DM), Christian H., Fast and Bulbous, The Ryan, Achillesnick, Todd C., MidTable, Michael G., Haydenr, Charles M., Mr. Tisdale, Andrew K., Simon H., CJ Keller II, Dveli, John M., House., Marc "OG Griggs" G., Ben N., Brett L., Alex S., Will C., Dan H., Wizrdakills, IronMaize, ExPaxis, James M., Jian C., James G., Beefbarian, Joshua L., Devilpup, Paycheck S., Todd M, Nicholas B, Christian H., Ta03rd, Andrew G., Cupboard Kobold, Attila, Cole M., Liam A., Kristopher W., David H., Hunter W., Lankydiceroller, Alex S., Dave K., Justicar, Clayton P., Tim S., Stephen S., Brad A., Matt A., Brian W., Timothy G., VPotter, Mike D., Thoras, Justin K., Tepo C., Matt T., Rusty, Ara M., CyanidaCola, Nick A., Soren R., Kara N., Cliff K., David B., Cj K., David Q., Ben N., Syrpent, Zachary M., Robert W., Goodatthisgame, Will J., Otis H, Kalle H., David H., John O., Mikasaz, OmnusProtocol, Jonaspdv, Steve T., Chris and Nicky, William, AW B., Sam M., Kristoffer w., Luka J., Lexa W., Cyder D., Joe M., Paul H., Joe W., Alexandre R., Scott F., Nerdtism, Joe L., Richard G., Dani2Time, Michael M, Rich M., Soul Eater, Aaron H., Eric B., Quinn B., John S., William S., Rob M., Rob, Franz B., Film-Lars, Leslie S., Matt F., Paul S., Christopher T., Matt L., Zane T., Thomas T, Joe J., Jens R., Oliver H., Mikolaj W., Andrew, Zach C., Justliketheplant, Neil L., Jared S., Mikael N., Taylor M., George F., Tom M., Devin M., Nicholas W., Jonas P., Jonathan L., Simon P., Gareth G., Jacob Y., Lady_Leah, David R., Will B., Stephan S., Brian Y., William S., Path,Tim D., Simon W., Jake C., Theo A., Heber R., Ben R., Vaughan A., Daniel S., Lars, Taylor H., Blarin R., Gervasio L., Adam D., Craig G., Kevin C., WreckMyPodcast, Charlie S., Witchdream, Anthony R.Mailing Address: P.O. Box G, West Oneonta, NY 13861, United StatesVoicemail: 603-803-3235 (Country Code 001)https://throne.com/professionalcasual

Old Gamer‘s Almanac
Nintendo when it's not really Nintendo (Episode 1 of 7)

Old Gamer‘s Almanac

Play Episode Listen Later May 29, 2025 43:31


And we're back again! This time Hunter and Exothermic sit down to introduce a side project they'll be working on in the background. They're going to play 6 Nintendo games that were produced in partnership with outside developers using the luxurious and coveted Nintendo IP. They'll explain it all to you in the show itself and if you want to vote on the remaining two games in the draft check out the patreon! Poll will close in two weeks! Check out more of Exothermic at: https://www.youtube.com/@ExothermicPlaysGames To see the most up to version of The OGA 100, visit https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1XOZBL48AWviFJGFpafwne6DXT5t08Rhu0YlKkleRjT4/edit?usp=sharing THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS IF YOU ARE LISTENING TO OLDER EPISODES. Music by nightcorey. https://soundcloud.com/nightcorey  Consider contributing to our show on Patreon. (https://www.patreon.com/oldgamersalmanac) Email us your thoughts on the ongoing list at oldgamersalmanac(at)gmail(dot)com. Or come talk to us on our Discord. (https://discord.gg/ASG2YpyfPx)

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure
Episode 264: Doctor's Orifice

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure

Play Episode Listen Later May 29, 2025 66:55


Investigating the bodies has all kinds of speedbumps.The Professional Casual Network continues their play through of The Enemy Within.Join the PCN Discord: https://discord.gg/AqPYVbDMkzTwitch.tv/professionalcasualnetworkhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCfUOaJjpMfgRFWL7Z996lyQA special thanks to our Patron at Patreon.com/professionalcasual :Thank you to our most recent Patrons! Steve, Mel Cen, Mason D., Scazar, Sly Changeling, Bangarang, Craig S., Scumcat, Necromeat, Carlos, Okey A., Thomas S., theneilharris, Nemo R., Jari S., Manuel, Irishstu, Matthew, Anthony P., James J., Kyndra C., jay_dilf, Chris D., Oskar A., Handsome Andy, lil_willy, Kuaku, RandomGuy, Neckro, Bryan F., TheHarbingerPulsar, Ookfark, Thomas F., Therealmcasshole, Exile Creations, Tony M., KordixVR, Andrew W., Kilted Sparky, Oga, Astyria, BrooksHW, Cyril S., Josh, R Man, Scott R., James H., Thomas M., David P., Jan B., Kim B., DoomEagle55, Kenneth B, Pagan Prince, Brendan A., Patrick (The DM), Christian H., Fast and Bulbous, The Ryan, Achillesnick, Todd C., MidTable, Michael G., Haydenr, Charles M., Mr. Tisdale, Andrew K., Simon H., CJ Keller II, Dveli, John M., House., Marc "OG Griggs" G., Ben N., Brett L., Alex S., Will C., Dan H., Wizrdakills, IronMaize, ExPaxis, James M., Jian C., James G., Beefbarian, Joshua L., Devilpup, Paycheck S., Todd M, Nicholas B, Christian H., Ta03rd, Andrew G., Cupboard Kobold, Attila, Cole M., Liam A., Kristopher W., David H., Hunter W., Lankydiceroller, Alex S., Dave K., Justicar, Clayton P., Tim S., Stephen S., Brad A., Matt A., Brian W., Timothy G., VPotter, Mike D., Thoras, Justin K., Tepo C., Matt T., Rusty, Ara M., CyanidaCola, Nick A., Soren R., Kara N., Cliff K., David B., Cj K., David Q., Ben N., Syrpent, Zachary M., Robert W., Goodatthisgame, Will J., Otis H, Kalle H., David H., John O., Mikasaz, OmnusProtocol, Jonaspdv, Steve T., Chris and Nicky, William, AW B., Sam M., Kristoffer w., Luka J., Lexa W., Cyder D., Joe M., Paul H., Joe W., Alexandre R., Scott F., Nerdtism, Joe L., Richard G., Dani2Time, Michael M, Rich M., Soul Eater, Aaron H., Eric B., Quinn B., John S., William S., Rob M., Rob, Franz B., Film-Lars, Leslie S., Matt F., Paul S., Christopher T., Matt L., Zane T., Thomas T, Joe J., Jens R., Oliver H., Mikolaj W., Andrew, Zach C., Justliketheplant, Neil L., Jared S., Mikael N., Taylor M., George F., Tom M., Devin M., Nicholas W., Jonas P., Jonathan L., Simon P., Gareth G., Jacob Y., Lady_Leah, David R., Will B., Stephan S., Brian Y., William S., Path,Tim D., Simon W., Jake C., Theo A., Heber R., Ben R., Vaughan A., Daniel S., Lars, Taylor H., Blarin R., Gervasio L., Adam D., Craig G., Kevin C., WreckMyPodcast, Charlie S., Witchdream, Anthony R.Mailing Address: P.O. Box G, West Oneonta, NY 13861, United StatesVoicemail: 603-803-3235 (Country Code 001)https://throne.com/professionalcasual https://www.drivethrurpg.com/browse.php?affiliate_id=3002007

Jocko Podcast
492: The Path Is Hard. Team Dealer Bravo Company 2-6 Infantry. With Ryan Jackson.

Jocko Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later May 28, 2025 153:59


>Join Jocko Underground< Bravo Company 2-6 IN "Team Dealer" owned and controlled its battlespace, Al-Taʾmīm. The regulars of Team Dealer were never attached to the command of other units. All units planning operations in Al-Taʾmīm, including NSW (SEALs) and other SOF or OGA units always reported to Team Dealer before planning ops in Al-Taʾmīm.Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/jocko-podcast/exclusive-content

Old Gamer‘s Almanac
Bro-Cycle 1: The Outer Wilds (FULL SPOILERS)

Old Gamer‘s Almanac

Play Episode Listen Later May 22, 2025 131:39


Hello friends! It's been months but we are back with an in-depth barn burner of a discussion related to Outer Wilds! The boys are back and they're having fun digging deep into this game, please do not use this podcast to spoil the game for yourself! Play it please! We do not hold back in this episode my friend! To see the most up to version of The OGA 100, visit https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1XOZBL48AWviFJGFpafwne6DXT5t08Rhu0YlKkleRjT4/edit?usp=sharing THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS IF YOU ARE LISTENING TO OLDER EPISODES. Music by nightcorey. https://soundcloud.com/nightcorey  Consider contributing to our show on Patreon. (https://www.patreon.com/oldgamersalmanac) Email us your thoughts on the ongoing list at oldgamersalmanac(at)gmail(dot)com. Or come talk to us on our Discord. (https://discord.gg/ASG2YpyfPx)

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure
Episode 263: Bad Stitching

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure

Play Episode Listen Later May 22, 2025 66:12


The Gang is off to observe a dissection! Lucky wiggles his noes, Mina is relentless, and Webbie does something silly.The Professional Casual Network continues their play through of The Enemy Within.Join the PCN Discord: https://discord.gg/AqPYVbDMkzTwitch.tv/professionalcasualnetworkhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCfUOaJjpMfgRFWL7Z996lyQA special thanks to our Patron at Patreon.com/professionalcasual :Thank you to our most recent Patrons! Steve, Mel Cen, Mason D., Scazar, Sly Changeling, Bangarang, Craig S., Scumcat, Necromeat, Carlos, Okey A., Thomas S., theneilharris, Nemo R., Jari S., Manuel, Irishstu, Matthew, Anthony P., James J., Kyndra C., jay_dilf, Chris D., Oskar A., Handsome Andy, lil_willy, Kuaku, RandomGuy, Neckro, Bryan F., TheHarbingerPulsar, Ookfark, Thomas F., Therealmcasshole, Exile Creations, Tony M., KordixVR, Andrew W., Kilted Sparky, Oga, Astyria, BrooksHW, Cyril S., Josh, R Man, Scott R., James H., Thomas M., David P., Jan B., Kim B., DoomEagle55, Kenneth B, Pagan Prince, Brendan A., Patrick (The DM), Christian H., Fast and Bulbous, The Ryan, Achillesnick, Todd C., MidTable, Michael G., Haydenr, Charles M., Mr. Tisdale, Andrew K., Simon H., CJ Keller II, Dveli, John M., House., Marc "OG Griggs" G., Ben N., Brett L., Alex S., Will C., Dan H., Wizrdakills, IronMaize, ExPaxis, James M., Jian C., James G., Beefbarian, Joshua L., Devilpup, Paycheck S., Todd M, Nicholas B, Christian H., Ta03rd, Andrew G., Cupboard Kobold, Attila, Cole M., Liam A., Kristopher W., David H., Hunter W., Lankydiceroller, Alex S., Dave K., Justicar, Clayton P., Tim S., Stephen S., Brad A., Matt A., Brian W., Timothy G., VPotter, Mike D., Thoras, Justin K., Tepo C., Matt T., Rusty, Ara M., CyanidaCola, Nick A., Soren R., Kara N., Cliff K., David B., Cj K., David Q., Ben N., Syrpent, Zachary M., Robert W., Goodatthisgame, Will J., Otis H, Kalle H., David H., John O., Mikasaz, OmnusProtocol, Jonaspdv, Steve T., Chris and Nicky, William, AW B., Sam M., Kristoffer w., Luka J., Lexa W., Cyder D., Joe M., Paul H., Joe W., Alexandre R., Scott F., Nerdtism, Joe L., Richard G., Dani2Time, Michael M, Rich M., Soul Eater, Aaron H., Eric B., Quinn B., John S., William S., Rob M., Rob, Franz B., Film-Lars, Leslie S., Matt F., Paul S., Christopher T., Matt L., Zane T., Thomas T, Joe J., Jens R., Oliver H., Mikolaj W., Andrew, Zach C., Justliketheplant, Neil L., Jared S., Mikael N., Taylor M., George F., Tom M., Devin M., Nicholas W., Jonas P., Jonathan L., Simon P., Gareth G., Jacob Y., Lady_Leah, David R., Will B., Stephan S., Brian Y., William S., Path,Tim D., Simon W., Jake C., Theo A., Heber R., Ben R., Vaughan A., Daniel S., Lars, Taylor H., Blarin R., Gervasio L., Adam D., Craig G., Kevin C., WreckMyPodcast, Charlie S., Witchdream, Anthony R.Mailing Address: P.O. Box G, West Oneonta, NY 13861, United StatesVoicemail: 603-803-3235 (Country Code 001)https://throne.com/professionalcasual https://www.drivethrurpg.com/browse.php?affiliate_id=3002007

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure
Episode 262: Two Clean Boys

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure

Play Episode Listen Later May 15, 2025 68:51


Back beneath Middenheim, the Gang has made quite the impression! Lucky says words wrong, Mina reloads, and Webbie didn't pay the postage.The Professional Casual Network continues their play through of The Enemy Within.Join the PCN Discord: https://discord.gg/AqPYVbDMkzTwitch.tv/professionalcasualnetworkhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCfUOaJjpMfgRFWL7Z996lyQA special thanks to our Patron at Patreon.com/professionalcasual :Thank you to our most recent Patrons! Steve, Mel Cen, Mason D., Scazar, Sly Changeling, Bangarang, Craig S., Scumcat, Necromeat, Carlos, Okey A., Thomas S., theneilharris, Nemo R., Jari S., Manuel, Irishstu, Matthew, Anthony P., James J., Kyndra C., jay_dilf, Chris D., Oskar A., Handsome Andy, lil_willy, Kuaku, RandomGuy, Neckro, Bryan F., TheHarbingerPulsar, Ookfark, Thomas F., Therealmcasshole, Exile Creations, Tony M., KordixVR, Andrew W., Kilted Sparky, Oga, Astyria, BrooksHW, Cyril S., Josh, R Man, Scott R., James H., Thomas M., David P., Jan B., Kim B., DoomEagle55, Kenneth B, Pagan Prince, Brendan A., Patrick (The DM), Christian H., Fast and Bulbous, The Ryan, Achillesnick, Todd C., MidTable, Michael G., Haydenr, Charles M., Mr. Tisdale, Andrew K., Simon H., CJ Keller II, Dveli, John M., House., Marc "OG Griggs" G., Ben N., Brett L., Alex S., Will C., Dan H., Wizrdakills, IronMaize, ExPaxis, James M., Jian C., James G., Beefbarian, Joshua L., Devilpup, Paycheck S., Todd M, Nicholas B, Christian H., Ta03rd, Andrew G., Cupboard Kobold, Attila, Cole M., Liam A., Kristopher W., David H., Hunter W., Lankydiceroller, Alex S., Dave K., Justicar, Clayton P., Tim S., Stephen S., Brad A., Matt A., Brian W., Timothy G., VPotter, Mike D., Thoras, Justin K., Tepo C., Matt T., Rusty, Ara M., CyanidaCola, Nick A., Soren R., Kara N., Cliff K., David B., Cj K., David Q., Ben N., Syrpent, Zachary M., Robert W., Goodatthisgame, Will J., Otis H, Kalle H., David H., John O., Mikasaz, OmnusProtocol, Jonaspdv, Steve T., Chris and Nicky, William, AW B., Sam M., Kristoffer w., Luka J., Lexa W., Cyder D., Joe M., Paul H., Joe W., Alexandre R., Scott F., Nerdtism, Joe L., Richard G., Dani2Time, Michael M, Rich M., Soul Eater, Aaron H., Eric B., Quinn B., John S., William S., Rob M., Rob, Franz B., Film-Lars, Leslie S., Matt F., Paul S., Christopher T., Matt L., Zane T., Thomas T, Joe J., Jens R., Oliver H., Mikolaj W., Andrew, Zach C., Justliketheplant, Neil L., Jared S., Mikael N., Taylor M., George F., Tom M., Devin M., Nicholas W., Jonas P., Jonathan L., Simon P., Gareth G., Jacob Y., Lady_Leah, David R., Will B., Stephan S., Brian Y., William S., Path,Tim D., Simon W., Jake C., Theo A., Heber R., Ben R., Vaughan A., Daniel S., Lars, Taylor H., Blarin R., Gervasio L., Adam D., Craig G., Kevin C., WreckMyPodcast, Charlie S., Witchdream, Anthony R.Mailing Address: P.O. Box G, West Oneonta, NY 13861, United StatesVoicemail: 603-803-3235 (Country Code 001)https://throne.com/professionalcasual

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure
Episode 261: Open Negotiations

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure

Play Episode Listen Later May 8, 2025 62:53


Follow that wizard? Lucky feels like a good boy, Mina hopes to get a limb, and Webbie wants to be mortal enemies.The Professional Casual Network continues their play through of The Enemy Within.Join the PCN Discord: https://discord.gg/AqPYVbDMkzTwitch.tv/professionalcasualnetworkhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCfUOaJjpMfgRFWL7Z996lyQA special thanks to our Patron at Patreon.com/professionalcasual :Thank you to our most recent Patrons! Steve, Mel Cen, Mason D., Scazar, Sly Changeling, Bangarang, Craig S., Scumcat, Necromeat, Carlos, Okey A., Thomas S., theneilharris, Nemo R., Jari S., Manuel, Irishstu, Matthew, Anthony P., James J., Kyndra C., jay_dilf, Chris D., Oskar A., Handsome Andy, lil_willy, Kuaku, RandomGuy, Neckro, Bryan F., TheHarbingerPulsar, Ookfark, Thomas F., Therealmcasshole, Exile Creations, Tony M., KordixVR, Andrew W., Kilted Sparky, Oga, Astyria, BrooksHW, Cyril S., Josh, R Man, Scott R., James H., Thomas M., David P., Jan B., Kim B., DoomEagle55, Kenneth B, Pagan Prince, Brendan A., Patrick (The DM), Christian H., Fast and Bulbous, The Ryan, Achillesnick, Todd C., MidTable, Michael G., Haydenr, Charles M., Mr. Tisdale, Andrew K., Simon H., CJ Keller II, Dveli, John M., House., Marc "OG Griggs" G., Ben N., Brett L., Alex S., Will C., Dan H., Wizrdakills, IronMaize, ExPaxis, James M., Jian C., James G., Beefbarian, Joshua L., Devilpup, Paycheck S., Todd M, Nicholas B, Christian H., Ta03rd, Andrew G., Cupboard Kobold, Attila, Cole M., Liam A., Kristopher W., David H., Hunter W., Lankydiceroller, Alex S., Dave K., Justicar, Clayton P., Tim S., Stephen S., Brad A., Matt A., Brian W., Timothy G., VPotter, Mike D., Thoras, Justin K., Tepo C., Matt T., Rusty, Ara M., CyanidaCola, Nick A., Soren R., Kara N., Cliff K., David B., Cj K., David Q., Ben N., Syrpent, Zachary M., Robert W., Goodatthisgame, Will J., Otis H, Kalle H., David H., John O., Mikasaz, OmnusProtocol, Jonaspdv, Steve T., Chris and Nicky, William, AW B., Sam M., Kristoffer w., Luka J., Lexa W., Cyder D., Joe M., Paul H., Joe W., Alexandre R., Scott F., Nerdtism, Joe L., Richard G., Dani2Time, Michael M, Rich M., Soul Eater, Aaron H., Eric B., Quinn B., John S., William S., Rob M., Rob, Franz B., Film-Lars, Leslie S., Matt F., Paul S., Christopher T., Matt L., Zane T., Thomas T, Joe J., Jens R., Oliver H., Mikolaj W., Andrew, Zach C., Justliketheplant, Neil L., Jared S., Mikael N., Taylor M., George F., Tom M., Devin M., Nicholas W., Jonas P., Jonathan L., Simon P., Gareth G., Jacob Y., Lady_Leah, David R., Will B., Stephan S., Brian Y., William S., Path,Tim D., Simon W., Jake C., Theo A., Heber R., Ben R., Vaughan A., Daniel S., Lars, Taylor H., Blarin R., Gervasio L., Adam D., Craig G., Kevin C., WreckMyPodcast, Charlie S., Witchdream, Anthony R.Mailing Address: P.O. Box G, West Oneonta, NY 13861, United StatesVoicemail: 603-803-3235 (Country Code 001)https://throne.com/professionalcasual https://www.drivethrurpg.com/browse.php?affiliate_id=3002007

Together in Literacy
4.16 Demystifying Morphology with Casey Welsh

Together in Literacy

Play Episode Listen Later May 5, 2025 56:46


In this episode, Casey Welsh, of Savannah Dyslexia, joins us to answer the most important questions about morphology. Casey Welsh is an Accredited Training Fellow with OGA and has her M.Ed. in Curriculum & Instruction, focusing on Dyslexia Studies & Language-Based Learning Disabilities. She is the CEO of Savannah Dyslexia, a private practice in Savannah, GA, focused on providing OG intervention, professional development courses for classroom teachers, and mentoring trainees through training and practicum for OGA Associate, Certified, and Fellow level credentials. As a mom of two dyslexic sons, Casey has a deep belief in the impact of the Orton-Gillingham approach on students' lives and a drive to ensure more teachers and interventionists are empowered with the knowledge and tools to reach more students. We are so grateful to have Casey join us to share her advice and practical tips for infusing morphology thoughtfully and effectively into our O-G lessons. Resources mentioned in this episode: Orton-Gillingham Academy Unlocking Literacy: Effective Decoding and Spelling Instruction by Marcia K. Henry Ph.D. Specific Language Training Once Upon a Morpheme Savannah Dyslexia Teacher Training Course Latin Morphology Freebie and other morphology resources 4.8 The Art and Science of Prescriptive and Diagnostic Teaching Teaching Beyond the Diagnosis: Empowering Students with Dyslexia by Casey Harrison We officially have merch! Show your love for the Together in Literacy podcast! If you like this episode, please take a few minutes to rate, review, and subscribe. Your support and encouragement are so appreciated! Have a question you'd like us to cover in a future episode of Together in Literacy? Email us at support@togetherinliteracy.com! If you'd like more from Together in Literacy, you can check out our website, Together in Literacy, or follow us on Facebook and Instagram. For more from Emily, check out The Literacy Nest. For more from Casey, check out The Dyslexia Classroom. We're looking for topic and guest suggestions for season 4 of the Together in Literacy Podcast! Let us know what you want to hear this season! Thank you for listening and joining us in this exciting and educational journey into dyslexia as we come together in literacy!

Drink the Movies
Corellian Spike Coldbrew for May the 4th!

Drink the Movies

Play Episode Listen Later May 4, 2025 10:13


This year for our Star Wars week we decided to stop off at the local favorite Dex's Diner for a Corellian Spike Cold Brew! We try our best to recreate this drink from Oga's Cantina so come mix one up with us as we celebrate all things Star Wars for this years May the 4th!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Merch Shop⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Patreon⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bluesky⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Facebook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.drinkthemovies.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠YouTube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Discord⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠*Please Drink Responsibly*

Main Street Magic - A Walt Disney World Podcast
768: Food, Fireworks, and Fantasyland Fun: Our Disneyland Adventure Day 3

Main Street Magic - A Walt Disney World Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later May 2, 2025 87:06


We're diving into Day 3 of our epic Disneyland adventure—and this one's all about next-level snacks, classic attractions, and one magical nightcap. We kick things off over at Disney California Adventure with an Impossible™ Breakfast Sha-Warm-Up from Shawarma Palace (plant-based goodness wrapped in flavor), plus a super cool Captain America Shield Sipper. The morning rides include a hot take on Mission: BREAKOUT!—featuring “Give Up the Funk”—and WEB SLINGERS, followed by some Disney classic ride charm with The Little Mermaid and Toy Story Midway Mania.Then it's snack time, and we don't hold back! We cover everything from Baja Breeze seltzers and all-beef hot dogs to standout festival eats like Smoked Hawaiian Pizza, Dole Whip Cheesecake, Garlic Cream Cheese Bread, and a Watermelon Cucumber Mojito. We also dig into lemon pepper wings, birria mac & cheese, and the creative California Wine Cocktail. And of course, we couldn't skip the Mickey-shaped SNICKERS macaron.From there, it's off to Toontown for Runaway Railway, and a quick bite from Maurice's Treats before taking a well-earned break. Then Rhonda and I jump into a classic attraction tour: Adventureland Treehouse, Haunted Mansion, Pinocchio, Snow White, Storybook Land Canal Boats, and Roger Rabbit's Car Toon Spin.Later, we unwind with drinks at the Broken Spell Lounge and then head to the Craftsman Bar for an unforgettable setting and experience including a inventive mocktails, Sticky Chicken Wings, and a the Charcuterie Pizza.We finish the night with Alice, Mad Tea Party, fireworks viewed from Galaxy's Edge, drinks at Oga's Cantina, a thrilling ride on Big Thunder, the always-amazing Fantasmic!, and Pirates of the Caribbean.This was one packed day—and we're breaking it all down, one bite, ride, and story at a time.We're excited to introduce Balanced Weather — your go-to source for smart, reliable weather updates tailored for Walt Disney World and all of Central Florida.CEO Alan Gerard, a meteorologist and lifelong Disney fan, has been providing weekly weather reports to the Main Street Magic community for years and will now be bringing you weekly forecasts, plus answers to your questions about weather for your upcoming Disney, Universal, or Florida vacation.Visit balancedweather.com/wdw-weather to learn more and get the latest updates.MEI-Travel – Expertise. Ease. Value.No matter where you want to go, our trusted partner MEI-Travel, will handle the planning so you can focus on the memories. They offer free vacation planning services and have nearly 20 years of experience creating memorable vacations. Visit MEI-Travel for a fee-free, no-obligation quote today!Follow Us on Social MediaFacebook GroupFacebook: @MainStMagicTwitter: @MainStMagicTikTok: @MSMPodcastInstagram: @MainStMagicVisit Us Onlinewww.MainStMagic.comwww.MainStreetShirts.comGet Dining Alerts!Find last-minute and hard-to-find Disney dining reservations with MouseDining.com! Get text and email alerts when popular theme park dining reservations open up. Get last-minute seating! Get the next table! Set your alerts now! Get the next reservation!Visit our Partnerswww.MSMFriends.comThanks to TFresh Productions for our theme song

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure
Episode 260: Encrated

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure

Play Episode Listen Later May 1, 2025 65:04


They found the Haulage, but how to investigate further? Lucky does that, Mina's elbows, and Webbie brings the fire with him. The Professional Casual Network continues their play through of The Enemy Within.Join the PCN Discord: https://discord.gg/AqPYVbDMkzTwitch.tv/professionalcasualnetworkhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCfUOaJjpMfgRFWL7Z996lyQA special thanks to our Patron at Patreon.com/professionalcasual :Thank you to our most recent Patrons! Steve, Mel Cen, Mason D., Scazar, Sly Changeling, Bangarang, Craig S., Scumcat, Necromeat, Carlos, Okey A., Thomas S., theneilharris, Nemo R., Jari S., Manuel, Irishstu, Matthew, Anthony P., James J., Kyndra C., jay_dilf, Chris D., Oskar A., Handsome Andy, lil_willy, Kuaku, RandomGuy, Neckro, Bryan F., TheHarbingerPulsar, Ookfark, Thomas F., Therealmcasshole, Exile Creations, Tony M., KordixVR, Andrew W., Kilted Sparky, Oga, Astyria, BrooksHW, Cyril S., Josh, R Man, Scott R., James H., Thomas M., David P., Jan B., Kim B., DoomEagle55, Kenneth B, Pagan Prince, Brendan A., Patrick (The DM), Christian H., Fast and Bulbous, The Ryan, Achillesnick, Todd C., MidTable, Michael G., Haydenr, Charles M., Mr. Tisdale, Andrew K., Simon H., CJ Keller II, Dveli, John M., House., Marc "OG Griggs" G., Ben N., Brett L., Alex S., Will C., Dan H., Wizrdakills, IronMaize, ExPaxis, James M., Jian C., James G., Beefbarian, Joshua L., Devilpup, Paycheck S., Todd M, Nicholas B, Christian H., Ta03rd, Andrew G., Cupboard Kobold, Attila, Cole M., Liam A., Kristopher W., David H., Hunter W., Lankydiceroller, Alex S., Dave K., Justicar, Clayton P., Tim S., Stephen S., Brad A., Matt A., Brian W., Timothy G., VPotter, Mike D., Thoras, Justin K., Tepo C., Matt T., Rusty, Ara M., CyanidaCola, Nick A., Soren R., Kara N., Cliff K., David B., Cj K., David Q., Ben N., Syrpent, Zachary M., Robert W., Goodatthisgame, Will J., Otis H, Kalle H., David H., John O., Mikasaz, OmnusProtocol, Jonaspdv, Steve T., Chris and Nicky, William, AW B., Sam M., Kristoffer w., Luka J., Lexa W., Cyder D., Joe M., Paul H., Joe W., Alexandre R., Scott F., Nerdtism, Joe L., Richard G., Dani2Time, Michael M, Rich M., Soul Eater, Aaron H., Eric B., Quinn B., John S., William S., Rob M., Rob, Franz B., Film-Lars, Leslie S., Matt F., Paul S., Christopher T., Matt L., Zane T., Thomas T, Joe J., Jens R., Oliver H., Mikolaj W., Andrew, Zach C., Justliketheplant, Neil L., Jared S., Mikael N., Taylor M., George F., Tom M., Devin M., Nicholas W., Jonas P., Jonathan L., Simon P., Gareth G., Jacob Y., Lady_Leah, David R., Will B., Stephan S., Brian Y., William S., Path,Tim D., Simon W., Jake C., Theo A., Heber R., Ben R., Vaughan A., Daniel S., Lars, Taylor H., Blarin R., Gervasio L., Adam D., Craig G., Kevin C., WreckMyPodcast, Charlie S., Witchdream, Anthony R.Mailing Address: P.O. Box G, West Oneonta, NY 13861, United StatesVoicemail: 603-803-3235 (Country Code 001)https://throne.com/professionalcasual https://www.drivethrurpg.com/browse.php?affiliate_id=3002007

Main Street Magic - A Walt Disney World Podcast
767: Churros, Coasters, and Classics: Our Disneyland Adventure Day 2

Main Street Magic - A Walt Disney World Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 29, 2025 103:57


We're diving into Day 2 of our Disneyland adventure — and it's packed with unforgettable rides, incredible eats, and nighttime spectaculars!We kick off the morning using Lightning Lane at Disneyland Park, taking in iconic views of the Castle, snapping photos, and riding classics like Jungle Cruise, Pirates of the Caribbean, and Haunted Mansion. Plus, we cool off with drinks at Oga's Cantina and tackle Big Thunder Mountain Railroad before park hopping.Over at Disney California Adventure, it's all about the food and thrills — from the Crème Brûlée Churro at Terran Treats, WEB Slingers, and Incredicoaster, to savory stops at Lamplight Lounge and refreshing sips at Pym Tasting Lab. After a mid-afternoon break at the hotel, we head back for an evening of delicious bites at Carthay Circle Lounge, sweet treats from Clarabelle's, Trolley Treats, and more.We cap off the night with a ride on Soarin', the stunning World of Color – ONE nighttime spectacular, and a late-night ride spree including Monsters, Inc. Mike & Sulley to the Rescue!, Buzz Lightyear Astro Blasters, Star Tours, Finding Nemo Submarine Voyage, and Mr. Toad's Wild Ride — plus a few final sweet stops at Jolly Holiday Bakery Café.From thrilling attractions and decadent snacks to dazzling shows and late-night Disney magic, this was a day to remember — and we're taking you along for every moment!50 states, 50 marshmallows, 50 trips — it's Marshmallows Across America!Visit www.wondermade.com MEI-Travel – Expertise. Ease. Value.No matter where you want to go, our trusted partner MEI-Travel, will handle the planning so you can focus on the memories. They offer free vacation planning services and have nearly 20 years of experience creating memorable vacations. Visit MEI-Travel for a fee-free, no-obligation quote today!Follow Us on Social MediaFacebook GroupFacebook: @MainStMagicTwitter: @MainStMagicTikTok: @MSMPodcastInstagram: @MainStMagicVisit Us Onlinewww.MainStMagic.comwww.MainStreetShirts.comGet Dining Alerts!Find last-minute and hard-to-find Disney dining reservations with MouseDining.com! Get text and email alerts when popular theme park dining reservations open up. Get last-minute seating! Get the next table! Set your alerts now! Get the next reservation!Visit our Partnerswww.MSMFriends.comThanks to TFresh Productions for our theme song 

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure
Episode 259: Pigeon Guild

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 24, 2025 64:06


Clues lead the Gang all over the seedy districts of the city. Where did that pigeon go? Lucky also has a bird, Mina intimidates large strong men, and Webbie wants to hustle.The Professional Casual Network continues their play through of The Enemy Within.Join the PCN Discord: https://discord.gg/AqPYVbDMkzTwitch.tv/professionalcasualnetworkhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCfUOaJjpMfgRFWL7Z996lyQA special thanks to our Patron at Patreon.com/professionalcasual :Thank you to our most recent Patrons! Mason D., Scazar, Sly Changeling, Bangarang, Craig S., Scumcat, Necromeat, Carlos, Okey A., Thomas S., theneilharris, Nemo R., Jari S., Manuel, Irishstu, Matthew, Anthony P., James J., Kyndra C., jay_dilf, Chris D., Oskar A., Handsome Andy, lil_willy, Kuaku, RandomGuy, Neckro, Bryan F., TheHarbingerPulsar, Ookfark, Thomas F., Therealmcasshole, Exile Creations, Tony M., KordixVR, Andrew W., Kilted Sparky, Oga, Astyria, BrooksHW, Cyril S., Josh, R Man, Scott R., James H., Thomas M., David P., Jan B., Kim B., DoomEagle55, Kenneth B, Pagan Prince, Brendan A., Patrick (The DM), Christian H., Fast and Bulbous, The Ryan, Achillesnick, Todd C., MidTable, Michael G., Haydenr, Charles M., Mr. Tisdale, Andrew K., Simon H., CJ Keller II, Dveli, John M., House., Marc "OG Griggs" G., Ben N., Brett L., Alex S., Will C., Dan H., Wizrdakills, IronMaize, ExPaxis, James M., Jian C., James G., Beefbarian, Joshua L., Devilpup, Paycheck S., Todd M, Nicholas B, Christian H., Ta03rd, Andrew G., Cupboard Kobold, Attila, Cole M., Liam A., Kristopher W., David H., Hunter W., Lankydiceroller, Alex S., Dave K., Justicar, Clayton P., Tim S., Stephen S., Brad A., Matt A., Brian W., Timothy G., VPotter, Mike D., Thoras, Justin K., Tepo C., Matt T., Rusty, Ara M., CyanidaCola, Nick A., Soren R., Kara N., Cliff K., David B., Cj K., David Q., Ben N., Syrpent, Zachary M., Robert W., Goodatthisgame, Will J., Otis H, Kalle H., David H., John O., Mikasaz, OmnusProtocol, Jonaspdv, Steve T., Chris and Nicky, William, AW B., Sam M., Kristoffer w., Luka J., Lexa W., Cyder D., Joe M., Paul H., Joe W., Alexandre R., Scott F., Nerdtism, Joe L., Richard G., Dani2Time, Michael M, Rich M., Soul Eater, Aaron H., Eric B., Quinn B., John S., William S., Rob M., Rob, Franz B., Film-Lars, Leslie S., Matt F., Paul S., Christopher T., Matt L., Zane T., Thomas T, Joe J., Jens R., Oliver H., Mikolaj W., Andrew, Zach C., Justliketheplant, Neil L., Jared S., Mikael N., Taylor M., George F., Tom M., Devin M., Nicholas W., Jonas P., Jonathan L., Simon P., Gareth G., Jacob Y., Lady_Leah, David R., Will B., Stephan S., Brian Y., William S., Path,Tim D., Simon W., Jake C., Theo A., Heber R., Ben R., Vaughan A., Daniel S., Lars, Taylor H., Blarin R., Gervasio L., Adam D., Craig G., Kevin C., WreckMyPodcast, Charlie S., Witchdream, Anthony R.Mailing Address: P.O. Box G, West Oneonta, NY 13861, United StatesVoicemail: 603-803-3235 (Country Code 001)https://throne.com/professionalcasual

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure
Episode 258: Magic Wand

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 17, 2025 64:21


Everyone wants that arm, oh, and information. Lucky is not promoted to nurse, Mina reads a note, and Webbie mentioned it.The Professional Casual Network continues their play through of The Enemy Within.Join the PCN Discord: https://discord.gg/AqPYVbDMkzTwitch.tv/professionalcasualnetworkhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCfUOaJjpMfgRFWL7Z996lyQA special thanks to our Patron at Patreon.com/professionalcasual :Thank you to our most recent Patrons! Mason D., Scazar, Sly Changeling, Bangarang, Craig S., Scumcat, Necromeat, Carlos, Okey A., Thomas S., theneilharris, Nemo R., Jari S., Manuel, Irishstu, Matthew, Anthony P., James J., Kyndra C., jay_dilf, Chris D., Oskar A., Handsome Andy, lil_willy, Kuaku, RandomGuy, Neckro, Bryan F., TheHarbingerPulsar, Ookfark, Thomas F., Therealmcasshole, Exile Creations, Tony M., KordixVR, Andrew W., Kilted Sparky, Oga, Astyria, BrooksHW, Cyril S., Josh, R Man, Scott R., James H., Thomas M., David P., Jan B., Kim B., DoomEagle55, Kenneth B, Pagan Prince, Brendan A., Patrick (The DM), Christian H., Fast and Bulbous, The Ryan, Achillesnick, Todd C., MidTable, Michael G., Haydenr, Charles M., Mr. Tisdale, Andrew K., Simon H., CJ Keller II, Dveli, John M., House., Marc "OG Griggs" G., Ben N., Brett L., Alex S., Will C., Dan H., Wizrdakills, IronMaize, ExPaxis, James M., Jian C., James G., Beefbarian, Joshua L., Devilpup, Paycheck S., Todd M, Nicholas B, Christian H., Ta03rd, Andrew G., Cupboard Kobold, Attila, Cole M., Liam A., Kristopher W., David H., Hunter W., Lankydiceroller, Alex S., Dave K., Justicar, Clayton P., Tim S., Stephen S., Brad A., Matt A., Brian W., Timothy G., VPotter, Mike D., Thoras, Justin K., Tepo C., Matt T., Rusty, Ara M., CyanidaCola, Nick A., Soren R., Kara N., Cliff K., David B., Cj K., David Q., Ben N., Syrpent, Zachary M., Robert W., Goodatthisgame, Will J., Otis H, Kalle H., David H., John O., Mikasaz, OmnusProtocol, Jonaspdv, Steve T., Chris and Nicky, William, AW B., Sam M., Kristoffer w., Luka J., Lexa W., Cyder D., Joe M., Paul H., Joe W., Alexandre R., Scott F., Nerdtism, Joe L., Richard G., Dani2Time, Michael M, Rich M., Soul Eater, Aaron H., Eric B., Quinn B., John S., William S., Rob M., Rob, Franz B., Film-Lars, Leslie S., Matt F., Paul S., Christopher T., Matt L., Zane T., Thomas T, Joe J., Jens R., Oliver H., Mikolaj W., Andrew, Zach C., Justliketheplant, Neil L., Jared S., Mikael N., Taylor M., George F., Tom M., Devin M., Nicholas W., Jonas P., Jonathan L., Simon P., Gareth G., Jacob Y., Lady_Leah, David R., Will B., Stephan S., Brian Y., William S., Path,Tim D., Simon W., Jake C., Theo A., Heber R., Ben R., Vaughan A., Daniel S., Lars, Taylor H., Blarin R., Gervasio L., Adam D., Craig G., Kevin C., WreckMyPodcast, Charlie S., Witchdream, Anthony R.Mailing Address: P.O. Box G, West Oneonta, NY 13861, United StatesVoicemail: 603-803-3235 (Country Code 001)https://throne.com/professionalcasual https://www.drivethrurpg.com/browse.php?affiliate_id=3002007

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure
Episode 257: Friends in Change

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 10, 2025 59:55


Multi-colored fire can only mean one thing, a big ol' fight! Lucky takes a moment, Mina rushes in, and Webbie sighs deeply. The Professional Casual Network continues their play through of The Enemy Within.Join the PCN Discord: https://discord.gg/AqPYVbDMkzTwitch.tv/professionalcasualnetworkhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCfUOaJjpMfgRFWL7Z996lyQA special thanks to our Patron at Patreon.com/professionalcasual :Thank you to our most recent Patrons! Mason D., Scazar, Sly Changeling, Bangarang, Craig S., Scumcat, Necromeat, Carlos, Okey A., Thomas S., theneilharris, Nemo R., Jari S., Manuel, Irishstu, Matthew, Anthony P., James J., Kyndra C., jay_dilf, Chris D., Oskar A., Handsome Andy, lil_willy, Kuaku, RandomGuy, Neckro, Bryan F., TheHarbingerPulsar, Ookfark, Thomas F., Therealmcasshole, Exile Creations, Tony M., KordixVR, Andrew W., Kilted Sparky, Oga, Astyria, BrooksHW, Cyril S., Josh, R Man, Scott R., James H., Thomas M., David P., Jan B., Kim B., DoomEagle55, Kenneth B, Pagan Prince, Brendan A., Patrick (The DM), Christian H., Fast and Bulbous, The Ryan, Achillesnick, Todd C., MidTable, Michael G., Haydenr, Charles M., Mr. Tisdale, Andrew K., Simon H., CJ Keller II, Dveli, John M., House., Marc "OG Griggs" G., Ben N., Brett L., Alex S., Will C., Dan H., Wizrdakills, IronMaize, ExPaxis, James M., Jian C., James G., Beefbarian, Joshua L., Devilpup, Paycheck S., Todd M, Nicholas B, Christian H., Ta03rd, Andrew G., Cupboard Kobold, Attila, Cole M., Liam A., Kristopher W., David H., Hunter W., Lankydiceroller, Alex S., Dave K., Justicar, Clayton P., Tim S., Stephen S., Brad A., Matt A., Brian W., Timothy G., VPotter, Mike D., Thoras, Justin K., Tepo C., Matt T., Rusty, Ara M., CyanidaCola, Nick A., Soren R., Kara N., Cliff K., David B., Cj K., David Q., Ben N., Syrpent, Zachary M., Robert W., Goodatthisgame, Will J., Otis H, Kalle H., David H., John O., Mikasaz, OmnusProtocol, Jonaspdv, Steve T., Chris and Nicky, William, AW B., Sam M., Kristoffer w., Luka J., Lexa W., Cyder D., Joe M., Paul H., Joe W., Alexandre R., Scott F., Nerdtism, Joe L., Richard G., Dani2Time, Michael M, Rich M., Soul Eater, Aaron H., Eric B., Quinn B., John S., William S., Rob M., Rob, Franz B., Film-Lars, Leslie S., Matt F., Paul S., Christopher T., Matt L., Zane T., Thomas T, Joe J., Jens R., Oliver H., Mikolaj W., Andrew, Zach C., Justliketheplant, Neil L., Jared S., Mikael N., Taylor M., George F., Tom M., Devin M., Nicholas W., Jonas P., Jonathan L., Simon P., Gareth G., Jacob Y., Lady_Leah, David R., Will B., Stephan S., Brian Y., William S., Path,Tim D., Simon W., Jake C., Theo A., Heber R., Ben R., Vaughan A., Daniel S., Lars, Taylor H., Blarin R., Gervasio L., Adam D., Craig G., Kevin C., WreckMyPodcast, Charlie S., Witchdream, Anthony R.Mailing Address: P.O. Box G, West Oneonta, NY 13861, United StatesVoicemail: 603-803-3235 (Country Code 001)https://throne.com/professionalcasual https://www.drivethrurpg.com/browse.php?affiliate_id=3002007

Star Wars Cleaning Crew
S02E11: Swiftly Soaking Up Season of The Force!

Star Wars Cleaning Crew

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 8, 2025 15:17


It's Star Wars party time at Disneyland, and I'm here to tell you all about it! Join me as we hit Star Tours, Hyperspace Mountain, and of course Star Wars: Galaxy's Edge. Plus... learn how to mix your very own Oga's Cantina cocktail!Join the Short for a Stormtrooper community!Discord: https://discord.gg/a89TD3XdFXEmail: SFASpod@gmail.com

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure
Episode 256: Split Loyalties

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 3, 2025 68:38


The Gang is surrounded, again. How will they ever get out of this? Lucky needs to be silenced, Mina has a sandwich, and Webbie tries to harmonize. The Professional Casual Network continues their play through of The Enemy Within.Join the PCN Discord: https://discord.gg/AqPYVbDMkzTwitch.tv/professionalcasualnetworkhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCfUOaJjpMfgRFWL7Z996lyQA special thanks to our Patron at Patreon.com/professionalcasual :Thank you to our most recent Patrons! Mason D., Scazar, Sly Changeling, Bangarang, Craig S., Scumcat, Necromeat, Carlos, Okey A., Thomas S., theneilharris, Nemo R., Jari S., Manuel, Irishstu, Matthew, Anthony P., James J., Kyndra C., jay_dilf, Chris D., Oskar A., Handsome Andy, lil_willy, Kuaku, RandomGuy, Neckro, Bryan F., TheHarbingerPulsar, Ookfark, Thomas F., Therealmcasshole, Exile Creations, Tony M., KordixVR, Andrew W., Kilted Sparky, Oga, Astyria, BrooksHW, Cyril S., Josh, R Man, Scott R., James H., Thomas M., David P., Jan B., Kim B., DoomEagle55, Kenneth B, Pagan Prince, Brendan A., Patrick (The DM), Christian H., Fast and Bulbous, The Ryan, Achillesnick, Todd C., MidTable, Michael G., Haydenr, Charles M., Mr. Tisdale, Andrew K., Simon H., CJ Keller II, Dveli, John M., House., Marc "OG Griggs" G., Ben N., Brett L., Alex S., Will C., Dan H., Wizrdakills, IronMaize, ExPaxis, James M., Jian C., James G., Beefbarian, Joshua L., Devilpup, Paycheck S., Todd M, Nicholas B, Christian H., Ta03rd, Andrew G., Cupboard Kobold, Attila, Cole M., Liam A., Kristopher W., David H., Hunter W., Lankydiceroller, Alex S., Dave K., Justicar, Clayton P., Tim S., Stephen S., Brad A., Matt A., Brian W., Timothy G., VPotter, Mike D., Thoras, Justin K., Tepo C., Matt T., Rusty, Ara M., CyanidaCola, Nick A., Soren R., Kara N., Cliff K., David B., Cj K., David Q., Ben N., Syrpent, Zachary M., Robert W., Goodatthisgame, Will J., Otis H, Kalle H., David H., John O., Mikasaz, OmnusProtocol, Jonaspdv, Steve T., Chris and Nicky, William, AW B., Sam M., Kristoffer w., Luka J., Lexa W., Cyder D., Joe M., Paul H., Joe W., Alexandre R., Scott F., Nerdtism, Joe L., Richard G., Dani2Time, Michael M, Rich M., Soul Eater, Aaron H., Eric B., Quinn B., John S., William S., Rob M., Rob, Franz B., Film-Lars, Leslie S., Matt F., Paul S., Christopher T., Matt L., Zane T., Thomas T, Joe J., Jens R., Oliver H., Mikolaj W., Andrew, Zach C., Justliketheplant, Neil L., Jared S., Mikael N., Taylor M., George F., Tom M., Devin M., Nicholas W., Jonas P., Jonathan L., Simon P., Gareth G., Jacob Y., Lady_Leah, David R., Will B., Stephan S., Brian Y., William S., Path,Tim D., Simon W., Jake C., Theo A., Heber R., Ben R., Vaughan A., Daniel S., Lars, Taylor H., Blarin R., Gervasio L., Adam D., Craig G., Kevin C., WreckMyPodcast, Charlie S., Witchdream, Anthony R.Mailing Address: P.O. Box G, West Oneonta, NY 13861, United StatesVoicemail: 603-803-3235 (Country Code 001)https://throne.com/professionalcasual

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure
Episode 255: Chairs & Patches

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 27, 2025 70:29


Clues are uncovered and threats are made. Lucky's been wrong before, Mina writes her hame, and Webbie is sly about it. The Professional Casual Network continues their play through of The Enemy Within.Join the PCN Discord: https://discord.gg/AqPYVbDMkzTwitch.tv/professionalcasualnetworkhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCfUOaJjpMfgRFWL7Z996lyQA special thanks to our Patron at Patreon.com/professionalcasual :Thank you to our most recent Patrons! Mason D., Scazar, Sly Changeling, Bangarang, Craig S., Scumcat, Necromeat, Carlos, Okey A., Thomas S., theneilharris, Nemo R., Jari S., Manuel, Irishstu, Matthew, Anthony P., James J., Kyndra C., jay_dilf, Chris D., Oskar A., Handsome Andy, lil_willy, Kuaku, RandomGuy, Neckro, Bryan F., TheHarbingerPulsar, Ookfark, Thomas F., Therealmcasshole, Exile Creations, Tony M., KordixVR, Andrew W., Kilted Sparky, Oga, Astyria, BrooksHW, Cyril S., Josh, R Man, Smokey's Videos, Scott R., James H., Thomas M., David P., Jan B., Kim B., DoomEagle55, Kenneth B, Pagan Prince, Brendan A., Patrick (The DM), Christian H., Fast and Bulbous, The Ryan, Achillesnick, Todd C., MidTable, Michael G., Haydenr, Charles M., Mr. Tisdale, Andrew K., Simon H., CJ Keller II, Dveli, John M., House., Marc "OG Griggs" G., Ben N., Brett L., Alex S., Will C., Dan H., Wizrdakills, IronMaize, ExPaxis, James M., Jian C., James G., Beefbarian, Joshua L., Devilpup, Paycheck S., Todd M, Nicholas B, Christian H., Ta03rd, Andrew G., Cupboard Kobold, Attila, Cole M., Liam A., Kristopher W., David H., Hunter W., Lankydiceroller, Alex S., Dave K., Justicar, Clayton P., Tim S., Stephen S., Brad A., Matt A., Brian W., Timothy G., VPotter, Mike D., Thoras, Justin K., Tepo C., Matt T., Rusty, Ara M., CyanidaCola, Nick A., Soren R., Kara N., Cliff K., David B., Cj K., David Q., Ben N., Syrpent, Zachary M., Robert W., Goodatthisgame, Will J., Otis H, Kalle H., David H., John O., Mikasaz, OmnusProtocol, Jonaspdv, Steve T., Chris and Nicky, William, AW B., Sam M., Kristoffer w., Luka J., Lexa W., Cyder D., Joe M., Paul H., Joe W., Alexandre R., Scott F., Nerdtism, Joe L., Richard G., Dani2Time, Michael M, Rich M., Soul Eater, Aaron H., Eric B., Quinn B., John S., William S., Rob M., Rob, Franz B., Film-Lars, Leslie S., Matt F., Paul S., Christopher T., Matt L., Zane T., Thomas T, Joe J., Jens R., Oliver H., Mikolaj W., Andrew, Zach C., Justliketheplant, Neil L., Jared S., Mikael N., Taylor M., George F., Tom M., Devin M., Nicholas W., Jonas P., Jonathan L., Simon P., Gareth G., Jacob Y., Lady_Leah, David R., Will B., Stephan S., Brian Y., William S., Path,Tim D., Simon W., Jake C., Theo A., Heber R., Ben R., Vaughan A., Daniel S., Lars, Taylor H., Blarin R., Gervasio L., Adam D., Craig G., Kevin C., WreckMyPodcast, Charlie S., Witchdream, Anthony R.Mailing Address: P.O. Box G, West Oneonta, NY 13861, United StatesVoicemail: 603-803-3235 (Country Code 001)https://throne.com/professionalcasual https://www.drivethrurpg.com/browse.php?affiliate_id=3002007

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure
Episode 254: Sewer Pouch

A Grim Podcast of Perilous Adventure

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 20, 2025 64:08


Asking around town leads the Gang below... Lucky is kicked out, Mina wants to make jewelry, and Webbie noses around. The Professional Casual Network continues their play through of The Enemy Within.Join the PCN Discord: https://discord.gg/AqPYVbDMkzTwitch.tv/professionalcasualnetworkhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCfUOaJjpMfgRFWL7Z996lyQA special thanks to our Patron at Patreon.com/professionalcasual :Thank you to our most recent Patrons! Mason D., Scazar, Sly Changeling, Bangarang, Craig S., Scumcat, Necromeat, Carlos, Okey A., Thomas S., theneilharris, Nemo R., Jari S., Manuel, Irishstu, Matthew, Anthony P., James J., Kyndra C., jay_dilf, Chris D., Oskar A., Handsome Andy, lil_willy, Kuaku, RandomGuy, Neckro, Bryan F., TheHarbingerPulsar, Ookfark, Thomas F., Therealmcasshole, Exile Creations, Tony M., KordixVR, Andrew W., Kilted Sparky, Oga, Astyria, BrooksHW, Cyril S., Josh, R Man, Smokey's Videos, Scott R., James H., Thomas M., David P., Jan B., Kim B., DoomEagle55, Kenneth B, Pagan Prince, Brendan A., Patrick (The DM), Christian H., Fast and Bulbous, The Ryan, Achillesnick, Todd C., MidTable, Michael G., Haydenr, Charles M., Mr. Tisdale, Andrew K., Simon H., CJ Keller II, Dveli, John M., House., Marc "OG Griggs" G., Ben N., Brett L., Alex S., Will C., Dan H., Wizrdakills, IronMaize, ExPaxis, James M., Jian C., James G., Beefbarian, Joshua L., Devilpup, Paycheck S., Todd M, Nicholas B, Christian H., Ta03rd, Andrew G., Cupboard Kobold, Attila, Cole M., Liam A., Kristopher W., David H., Hunter W., Lankydiceroller, Alex S., Dave K., Justicar, Clayton P., Tim S., Stephen S., Brad A., Matt A., Brian W., Timothy G., VPotter, Mike D., Thoras, Justin K., Tepo C., Matt T., Rusty, Ara M., CyanidaCola, Nick A., Soren R., Kara N., Cliff K., David B., Cj K., David Q., Ben N., Syrpent, Zachary M., Robert W., Goodatthisgame, Will J., Otis H, Kalle H., David H., John O., Mikasaz, OmnusProtocol, Jonaspdv, Steve T., Chris and Nicky, William, AW B., Sam M., Kristoffer w., Luka J., Lexa W., Cyder D., Joe M., Paul H., Joe W., Alexandre R., Scott F., Nerdtism, Joe L., Richard G., Dani2Time, Michael M, Rich M., Soul Eater, Aaron H., Eric B., Quinn B., John S., William S., Rob M., Rob, Franz B., Film-Lars, Leslie S., Matt F., Paul S., Christopher T., Matt L., Zane T., Thomas T, Joe J., Jens R., Oliver H., Mikolaj W., Andrew, Zach C., Justliketheplant, Neil L., Jared S., Mikael N., Taylor M., George F., Tom M., Devin M., Nicholas W., Jonas P., Jonathan L., Simon P., Gareth G., Jacob Y., Lady_Leah, David R., Will B., Stephan S., Brian Y., William S., Path,Tim D., Simon W., Jake C., Theo A., Heber R., Ben R., Vaughan A., Daniel S., Lars, Taylor H., Blarin R., Gervasio L., Adam D., Craig G., Kevin C., WreckMyPodcast, Charlie S., Witchdream, Anthony R.Mailing Address: P.O. Box G, West Oneonta, NY 13861, United StatesVoicemail: 603-803-3235 (Country Code 001)https://throne.com/professionalcasual https://www.drivethrurpg.com/browse.php?affiliate_id=3002007

Mouse Minutes Podcast
Oga's Cantina | Episode 048

Mouse Minutes Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 19, 2025 11:39


This week we head to a galaxy far-I-mean-far-far away to grade a cantina where you can drink a Jabba Juice or numb your mouth with bubbles. Yes, literally! When Oga's Cantina opened, it was flooded with wandering travelers… but has the novelty worn off? Is this spot still worth the effort to visit, or is it one to leave for fans of Star Wars only? Whitney + Jordan spill the “Akivan Tea” on this popular dining spot!. . .Keep up with ⁠Mouse Minutes on Instagram or follow us here:⁠https://www.instagram.com/mouseminutespodcast/⁠. . .Listen to the epic tunes on R3X's Playlist 1 from Oga's Cantina on Spotify:https://open.spotify.com/album/2UaqneQVFLgZ65ymj8h3Aj?si=7juholdoTf-Vkl5qBLDNqw. . .Check out Oga's Cantina at Walt Disney World: https://disneyworld.disney.go.com/dining/hollywood-studios/ogas-cantina/. . .Oga's Cantina at Disneyland Resort in California:https://disneyland.disney.go.com/dining/disneyland/ogas-cantina/. . .Check out some of these other awesome Disney podcasts! WDW Radio, Connecting with Walt, Defunctland, Walkabout the World – A Disney Podcast, Into the Dizneyverse

Happily EVERything Disney
2025-03-05: Pirates Lounge Execution

Happily EVERything Disney

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 5, 2025 3:31


We get a little behind the scenes video on the Pirates lounge.  Matt talks about how it hopefully will differ from Oga's.Send us a textTwitter/X Handles:Dizhappenings: https://twitter.com/dizhappeningsShaun: https://twitter.com/rankingthemouseMatt: https://twitter.com/mattpetoBefore/After Watch Music in Dizhappenings copyrighted by Audio Jungle

Old Gamer‘s Almanac
Bro-Cycle 1 Episode 1 (Game Reveal 1)

Old Gamer‘s Almanac

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 27, 2025 32:34


The week the boys embark on a new project. Our four friends (Matt, Hunter, EJ, and Sun) will take turns choosing games for the other boys to play. The panel will then go play the required game and report back when finished! For this inaugural episode the boys spin a wheel and find out what game they will be playing first. Feel free to join in with us! To see the most up to version of The OGA 100, visit https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1XOZBL48AWviFJGFpafwne6DXT5t08Rhu0YlKkleRjT4/edit?usp=sharing THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS IF YOU ARE LISTENING TO OLDER EPISODES. Music by nightcorey. https://soundcloud.com/nightcorey  Consider contributing to our show on Patreon. (https://www.patreon.com/oldgamersalmanac) Email us your thoughts on the ongoing list at oldgamersalmanac(at)gmail(dot)com. Or come talk to us on our Discord. (https://discord.gg/ASG2YpyfPx)

The Mouse and Me
A Birthday Trip of Galactic Proportions - Part 2

The Mouse and Me

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 25, 2025 38:25


Hello, and welcome to A Birthday Trip of Galactic Proportions - Part 2!Last week, Scott, Steve, and some of their Disney pals talked about Disney's Coronado Springs Resort, dinner at Toledo, The Festival of the Arts at EPCOT, Remy's Ratatouille Adventure, Dole Whip, the amazing pizza and wine at Via Napoli, the Disney on Broadway Concert Series, Star Wars: Galaxy's Edge, more Dole Whip, the Jack Jack Cookie Num Num, Beauty and the Beast Live on Stage, The Indiana Jones Epic Stunt Spectacular, Muppets 3-D Vision, After Hours at Magic Kingdom, and SO MUCH MORE! This week, Scott and his pals talk about how Scott came up with the name for this trip recap, the Cobb Salad at the Hollywood Brown Derby, Oga's Cantina, dinner at Flying Fish with some super great friends, riding Kilimanjaro Safaris and Expedition Everest at Animal Kingdom, Festival of The Lion King, Finding Nemo: The Big Blue...and Beyond, dinner at Spice Road Table in Morocco in EPCOT, the After Hours at Hollywood Studios, and more...if you can believe it!Email: TheMouseAndMePodcast@gmail.comSupport: www.patreon.com/themouseandmeFB & Instagram: The Mouse and MeMusic by Kevin MacLeod from https://incompetech.filmmusic.io

Old Gamer‘s Almanac
The 2025 OGA 100 Re-Ranking

Old Gamer‘s Almanac

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 18, 2025 226:24


AND WE'RE BACK! The full panel is back to re-rank every game we've ever talked about! Have fun with this one my friends. To see the most up to version of The OGA 100, visit https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1XOZBL48AWviFJGFpafwne6DXT5t08Rhu0YlKkleRjT4/edit?usp=sharing . THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS IF YOU ARE LISTENING TO OLDER EPISODES. Music by nightcorey. https://soundcloud.com/nightcorey  Consider contributing to our show on Patreon. (https://www.patreon.com/oldgamersalmanac) Email us your thoughts on the ongoing list at oldgamersalmanac(at)gmail(dot)com. Or come talk to us on our Discord. (https://discord.gg/ASG2YpyfPx)

Ferrall Coast to Coast
1/30 Hour 1: PGA Updates, Tonight's Best Bets, NBA Recap, & More

Ferrall Coast to Coast

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 30, 2025 44:57


Legendary sports shock jock Scott Ferrall takes the gaming world by storm with his “in your face” style, previewing the evening slate of games going over lines, totals and props, keeping you out of harms way and on the right side of the line. Ferrall and the crew are back for an all new episode of Coast to Coast! On this episode, Ferrall and Carver recap last night's NBA action, take a look at the leaderboard for the AT&T Pebble Beach Pro-Am, and more. Plus, Gabe Morency joins to share some best bets for tonight's action.

Circle of Parks Podcast: Talking all things Walt Disney World
Episode #187: First Timer Must Eats in Hollywood Studios

Circle of Parks Podcast: Talking all things Walt Disney World

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 29, 2025 30:40 Transcription Available


Discover the must-try dining experiences and snacks for first-timers at Hollywood Studios. From signature restaurants to cozy quick-service spots, this episode explores the best culinary delights to elevate your time in the park.• Unforgettable dishes at Hollywood Brown Derby • Nostalgic comfort food at 50s Primetime Cafe • Unique dining experience at Sci-Fi Dine-In Theater • Themed atmosphere and drinks at Oga's Cantina • Must-try quick service options including Backlot Express • Unique snacks like the Jack-Jack Num Num cookie • Comparison of blue and green milk experiences • Final thoughts on unforgettable treats like the Wookiee cookieSend us a textSupport the show

Old Gamer‘s Almanac
2024 Game of the Year Tournament (SEASON FINALE PART 5)

Old Gamer‘s Almanac

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 31, 2024 188:16


And we're back with another Tournament bracket to determine what is the GOTY for 2024. In this episode the full panel of Matt, Hunter, Sun, and EJ will discuss 16 games and it somehow takes even longer than the 1994 episode took! Next week we'll decide which year was best but for now let's reflect on the year that has just ended and determine where OGA will plant its' flag for which game truly deserves to be crowned the very best. Happy New Year!   To see the most up to version of The OGA 100, visit https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/194Zs7HY9o2y4dgOQLsQXT0Q0cBW_Q1WZzkwqG-ALqi0/edit?usp=sharing. THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS IF YOU ARE LISTENING TO OLDER EPISODES. Music by nightcorey. https://soundcloud.com/nightcorey  Consider contributing to our show on Patreon. (https://www.patreon.com/oldgamersalmanac) Email us your thoughts on the ongoing list at oldgamersalmanac(at)gmail(dot)com. Or come talk to us on our Discord. (https://discord.gg/ASG2YpyfPx)

Old Gamer‘s Almanac
1994 Game of the Year Tournament (SEASON FINALE PART 4)

Old Gamer‘s Almanac

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 24, 2024 154:38


Both of our GOTY's for this year were supposed to be one episode but we finally realized that that episode would be 6 hours long and so we've split it up! This week, 16 of the best games from 1994 go head to head until we determine which of them was the best. SEGA vs Nintendo. RPGs vs Action games. There's a lot to cover! Next week, the 1994 GOTY will compete with the 2024 GOTY to determine, once and for all, which year was best... To see the most up to version of The OGA 100, visit https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/194Zs7HY9o2y4dgOQLsQXT0Q0cBW_Q1WZzkwqG-ALqi0/edit?usp=sharing. THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS IF YOU ARE LISTENING TO OLDER EPISODES. Music by nightcorey. https://soundcloud.com/nightcorey  Consider contributing to our show on Patreon. (https://www.patreon.com/oldgamersalmanac) Email us your thoughts on the ongoing list at oldgamersalmanac(at)gmail(dot)com. Or come talk to us on our Discord. (https://discord.gg/ASG2YpyfPx)

Old Gamer‘s Almanac
2024 Honorable Mentions (SEASON FINALE PART 3)

Old Gamer‘s Almanac

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 17, 2024 72:48


This week the boys are tired because they recorded all of the episodes in one night but we still get a lot of good talk into this one. We're talking about all the random 2024 games we didn't get to this year either because we didn't play it, didn't finish it, or just didn't get it into the podcast schedule! It's a fun one. In the opening Hunter calls his friend a "dumb guy" but I want you to know it was meant with love.  See you again soon for our goty episode and the re-ranking of the list episode! To see the most up to version of The OGA 100, visit https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/194Zs7HY9o2y4dgOQLsQXT0Q0cBW_Q1WZzkwqG-ALqi0/edit?usp=sharing. THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS IF YOU ARE LISTENING TO OLDER EPISODES. Music by nightcorey. https://soundcloud.com/nightcorey  Consider contributing to our show on Patreon. (https://www.patreon.com/oldgamersalmanac) Email us your thoughts on the ongoing list at oldgamersalmanac(at)gmail(dot)com. Or come talk to us on our Discord. (https://discord.gg/ASG2YpyfPx)

Main Street Magic - A Walt Disney World Podcast
723: Trip Review: IAAPA Expo Highlights, Oga's Cantina Updates, Soarin' Changes, and More!

Main Street Magic - A Walt Disney World Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 26, 2024 44:20


We explore the incredible IAAPA Expo, where innovation and imagination come to life! Next, we'll take you to Oga's Cantina to check out their latest menu updates and share our thoughts on the exciting new offerings. Then, we head off-property for a delicious meal at The Hangry Bison in Winter Garden. Finally, we'll dive into some intriguing changes to Soarin' that you won't want to miss.MEI-Travel – Expertise. Ease. Value.No matter where you want to go, our trusted partner MEI-Travel, will handle the planning so you can focus on the memories. They offer free vacation planning services and have nearly 20 years of experience creating memorable vacations. Visit MEI-Travel for a fee-free, no-obligation quote today!Follow Us on Social MediaFacebook GroupFacebook: @MainStMagicTwitter: @MainStMagicTikTok: @MSMPodcastInstagram: @MainStMagicVisit Us Onlinewww.MainStMagic.comwww.MainStreetShirts.comGet Dining Alerts!Find last-minute and hard-to-find Disney dining reservations with MouseDining.com! Get text and email alerts when popular theme park dining reservations open up. Get last-minute seating! Get the next table! Set your alerts now! Get the next reservation!Visit our Partnerswww.MSMFriends.comThanks to TFresh Productions for our theme song

Capture The Magic - Disney World Podcast | Disney World Travel Podcast | Disney World News & Rumors Podcast

On this episode, we have some news about the EPCOT International Festival of the Holidays foodie guide, and some new menu items have come to Oga's Cantina. We also share our experience at this year's Disney Jollywood Nights, and whether we had a better time than last year.Join Club 32Help us to fund & grow the show by becoming part of Club 32! You'll get more additional content, CTM Apparel discounts, 1901 Candle Company discounts, private Facebook Group, private podcast & more! - head to ctmvip.com1901 Candle CompanyWe're excited to launch our brand new Disney Scented Candles & You Can Learn More at 1901candleco.com.CTM ApparelGet the best Disney, Universal and/or Pop Culture apparel that is hand made in our shop - shop at ctmshirts.comSubscribe To The Show & Leave Us A ReviewApple Podcasts - Click HereStitcher - Click HereSpotify - Click HereFollow Us on Social MediaCTM Facebook Group: @capthemagicTwitter: @capthemagicInstagram: @capthemagicVisit Us OnlineSubscribe to our YouTube Channel!Capture the Magic Podcast – find the latest episodes!Capture The Magic Apparel – you can find a great Disney-inspired t-shirt collection!Join Club 32! Our private group with access to exclusive livestreams, podcasts, and MORE! Visit ctmvip.comOur SponsorsZip Travel - visit vacationwithzip.com to see how they can help you have the vacation of a lifetime!

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Ep 534 - Disney Jollywood Nights Review: Is it Better Than Last Year?

Capture The Magic - Disney World Podcast | Disney World Travel Podcast | Disney World News & Rumors Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 21, 2024 77:58


On this episode, we have some news about the EPCOT International Festival of the Holidays foodie guide, and some new menu items have come to Oga's Cantina. We also share our experience at this year's Disney Jollywood Nights, and whether we had a better time than last year.Join Club 32Help us to fund & grow the show by becoming part of Club 32! You'll get more additional content, CTM Apparel discounts, 1901 Candle Company discounts, private Facebook Group, private podcast & more! - head to ctmvip.com1901 Candle CompanyWe're excited to launch our brand new Disney Scented Candles & You Can Learn More at 1901candleco.com.CTM ApparelGet the best Disney, Universal and/or Pop Culture apparel that is hand made in our shop - shop at ctmshirts.comSubscribe To The Show & Leave Us A ReviewApple Podcasts - Click HereStitcher - Click HereSpotify - Click HereFollow Us on Social MediaCTM Facebook Group: @capthemagicTwitter: @capthemagicInstagram: @capthemagicVisit Us OnlineSubscribe to our YouTube Channel!Capture the Magic Podcast – find the latest episodes!Capture The Magic Apparel – you can find a great Disney-inspired t-shirt collection!Join Club 32! Our private group with access to exclusive livestreams, podcasts, and MORE! Visit ctmvip.comOur SponsorsZip Travel - visit vacationwithzip.com to see how they can help you have the vacation of a lifetime!