#jbtalks

[mewfromshadows]

Kinda crazy I've decided to check this place again. There's some appeal to it at least, considering what keeps happening on Twitter

We'll see how long this lasts. For now, uh, hi, to those still around

[jockbrannigan]

Okay so let's say that hypothetically someone had a completely random crush on you completely from afar. Would that super weird or well received? Or maybe both, you could be into weirdness, I'm not here to judge.

"Wait, the way you're suggesting this hypothetical scenario makes me think someone might actually have a crush on me? I can't quite imagine that! Like, I don't think anyone's had a crush on me before, you know?

"But, hypothetically, if someone did have a crush on me, and they told me about it, I'd be open to, you know, exploring possibilities, yeah? I'm a pretty weird guy so let's get weird together! Or something, I don't know!"

[jockbrannigan]

This was huge progress for Jock. Not only was he out of his house and out in public, he was actually talking to someone. OK, talking to people was never the issue for him, just the being outside of his safe zone but he wasn't about to let such details get in the way of this achievement. But now he had started to talking to someone, he needed to continue the conversation without embarrassing himself. Here we go!

It was actually reassuring to hear this woman was new to Redwood too, like he wasn't the only fish out of water here so to speak. He glanced over at the dancing couple she was referring to and sure enough, the dude crunched his date's toes, right on cue. Jock grimaced. "See? That's why I don't dance. It's better for everyone's toes that way." He looked back at her. "I'm Jock by the way. I know you didn't ask but just in case you wanna know: I'm Jock. What's your name?"

"well, that's a start." natalie relpied with a small laugh, it was good to know that she wasn't the only one who wasn't having the time of her life tonight. "i'm trying as well. i'm not much for parties anymore. they're overrated most of the time anyways." she shrugged, thinking about the times she had spent at countless events in beautiful designer dresses and now in the center it just didn't feel worth it to her. "i'm too new to know anyone well enough to know the inside scoop. so the best i've got is that lady over there keeps stepping on her dance partner's toes." she said nodding in there direction, "what about you? are you new here?"

[ironic-comicsans]

Reject modernity (tiktok), embrace tradition (tumblr)

[jockbrannigan]

Starter for @orioncarnell Setting: The woods outside of Redwood

Just put one foot in front of the other. One after the other. One after the other. Don't think about the dangers. So many dangers. Just think about your feet. One after the other. One after the other.

Jock had made it this far, right? He could make it even further because he had to. If he stopped now, that would be it for him. No more Jock and he was nowhere near ready for no more Jock. And he had managed a similar feat before. He had made it from Washington DC to the Hyland's farm in West Virginia, hadn't he? Sure, he had a truck that got him there back then and now he was walking but that should diminish his initial achievement!

He dared to look up from the ground to find he was still surrounded by trees, with no obvious sign of any nearby towns or landmarks to help guide him. He looked back down at his feet as he forced himself to trudge onwards. He just had to hold onto the hope that he'd find somewhere safe to live soon. Soon. Soon couldn't come soon enough.

Up ahead, there was some rustling in among the plant life. Jock froze to the spot. He listened carefully, trying to detect the tell-tale sounds of biters. No groans, no shambling footfalls. Even so, that didn't mean Jock was safe. Why wasn't he safe? Why did he leave the farm when he could've stayed there (he knew why but his panic wasn't letting him see it)?

He pressed himself against the nearest tree, the solid feeling of it grounding him just a little, just enough. A tall figure came through the overgrowth towards him. Jock raised up his hand.

"Woah, buddy, that's far enough, OK? You a friend or foe?"

[jockbrannigan]

Jock noticed how Cian removed his shoes upon entering his home and he appreciated the gesture greatly. Yeah, this trailer wasn't much being as small and as bare as it was but it was going to be Jock's home and he was going to make the most of it, including asking guests to remove their shoes from now on!

Any remaining nervousness about peeking out the front door at the outside world all but vanished as soon as Cian pointed out Jock's pride and joy: his laptop. A huge grin broke across Jock's face. "The Hyland's farm, that's where I was before here, they had solar panels. Kinda like here but on a smaller scale. So they had power and they allowed me a small ration to maintain and upgrade my equipment. In turn, I used this to keep track of their inventory and records and the like, you know?"

It made sense that Cian was here to talk about Jock's new occupation. The Council had made it abundantly clear that all Redwood residents gave back to the town through making the most of their skills. "I figured I'd do the same as I did at the Hyland's, you know? But also helpin' with repairs for anything electrical too. Any way I can help, I wanna do it; make myself useful." He grinned again at Cian. "Wait, did you say you were a computer scientist? What was your specialisation? What's the weirdest thing you've picked up on the radio?"

"Yeah. It's me! Surprise. Ayo, you're talking about not much, but it's better than living up in some treehouses, eating leaves and hiding from zombies, is it not?" Pushing his hands into his pockets - an unfriendly, new habit his father would have definitely scolded him for - Cian entered Jock's trailer, immediately taking off his shoes and politely putting them next to the door. "Damn, you still got your laptop?", he asked, "How did you power it on the run?" Curiously looking at it while sitting down, Cian immediately leaned back in his chair.

"Don't worry about the coffee. It's fine. I don't really like it, anyways." He had always preferred tea over coffee - maybe because most of his life had been spent drinking cheap, nasty ones. "I was mostly coming to chat about what you did, and what you could now do. My day mostly consists of listening to the radio, alarming others if needed. That's not really something I need all that much help with, except you wanna jump on shifts? Well. Then, some of the raiders find technical things, and I work on those. I'm a former computer scientist, you know? Now I'm just the IT guy. It is what it is, you know?" Shrugging, Cian pointed at his computer. "What are you interested in as your town job? Did you study something specific?"

[prazskytankista]

Zeman před Čaputovou bude mluvit sprostě, zapálí si a... Senátor Hilšer se obává ostudy

Moderátorský comeback Jany Bobošíkové JBTalk na internetové XTV proslavil reportér ČT Marek Wollner cedící přímo během pořadu na adresu moderátorky mezi zuby slova o komunistické svazačce. Tentokrát do jejího černého studia usedl senátor Marek Hilšer, „politolog, lékař, vědec, vysokoškolský pedagog, milovník tanga a hudby, občanský aktivista, kandidát na prezidenta a předseda politického hnutí“. Debata to byla výživná, kromě mnoha úsměvných momentů se stočila i na prezidenty Zemana, Klause, Masaryk a na roli miliardáře Petra Kellnera. source http://www.parlamentnilisty.cz/arena/monitor/Zeman-pred-Caputovou-bude-mluvit-sproste-zapali-si-a-Senator-Hilser-se-obava-ostudy-577752

[jawn-belle]

Are we done yet?

I woke up this morning feeling overwhelmingly relieved that the holidays are over, and family interaction can stop now. But I just heard firecrackers outside and remembered that New Years is still a thing. Fucking hell.

[jockbrannigan]

Earlier that very same day, Jock had managed to convince himself that going to the Redwood Prom would be a good thing. Like exposure therapy with a side of socialising and maybe, if he was brave enough, some dancing. He'd be throwing himself into the metaphorical deep end and he was determined to swin instead of sinking.

But now he was there, at the Community Centre and surrounded by a bunch of people he didn't know, Jock was dangerously close to sinking all the way into a panic attack. The sensory input from the event was intense and at a level Jock simply wasn't used to. The sound of the music and people talking, the sights of people moving around the space, the smell of the food and apple cider, the feeling of the floor shaking from bass of the music and people's feet. It was all too much for Jock's brain to keep up with.

Before he could fully sink into the familiar sensation of blind panic, a woman approached him and said something about quieter rooms. She gave him a glass of water. She had kind eyes.

He emptied the glass of water in a couple of shaky gulps. "Yeah, quiet. Quiet. Would be good." He snapped his head around in different directions before looking back at the nice lady. "Where?"

starter for: @jockbrannigan

location: community center (prom)

Vi personally wasn't too interested in anything like prom. She had skipped her own prom back in highschool, and never really had the urge to go to one over the course of her life. But still, there was no hurt in at least checking it out and take the chance to catch up with some people she hadn't had the chance to check up on in a while.

And so, here she was. Currently standing at the sidelines, letting her eyes wander over the groups of talking people and dancing couples. She'd talked, had a few drinks, but she it'd been some time since she'd been involved in parties. So, after some time, she'd retreated against the wall and taken more to watching people than talking to them.

That was where she noticed a man. An entirely unfamiliar face, but new arrivals happened and that wasn't what caught her eye. No. It was the fact that the guy looked close to either passing out or hyperventilating. Vi kept her gaze fixed on him, watching him for a moment longer before she grabbed a cup of water and limped towards him.

"If you need a breather, there are empty rooms in that hallway over there." Vi said as she approached, voice a little raised to reach him over the music and the chatter of people around them. She raised the cup to him, her eyebrows cocked in question. "Need some water?"

[z3r4zh1w3i]

“时光一失永不回，往事只能回味” OH MY天~2009年我在干嘛？！怎么那么得空啊？ 我都忘了原来我还有这项“才华”...xD 玩论坛的日子，还真的“校服时期”才得空做的事~ 翻回这已被关闭的主题看看，其实我的华语并“不差”，只是错字一大把~Zzzz #jbtalks #青铜长老 #选秀节目花絮报道

[ironic-comicsans]

Welcome back to hell! :D

[mewfromshadows]

PLEASE UPDATE YOUR STARDEW VALLEY "TIME FREEZES AT MIDNIGHT" MOD 🙏

Oop. I don't remember having advertised that mod here so I wonder who that might be, pfffft.

In any case though, uh, hi y'all. With version 1.6 out I've finally taken a bit of time to have the mod more up to date.

Check it out here: https://www.nexusmods.com/stardewvalley/mods/7425

[jockbrannigan]

Jock waited with baited breath as Orion took his time considering what to do with him. The only way Jock managed to hold onto the minute amount of calmness within him was to repeat the mantra: 'if this guy was gonna hurt me, he'd have done it already' over and over again.

Jock's patience was rewarded with Orion agreeing to take Jock back to his home: Redwood. Jock nodded along as Orion tried his best to manage Jock's expectations of the place and the rules they had there. Right now, Jock would accept the Redwood Council letting him stay in a cardboard box for the night if it meant he would be safe for even a short while.

"Got it. Council will judge me. No problem. Thank you. I mean it: thank you, man, truly."

Orion pointed out the direction of Redwood and Jock took the first few shaky steps away from the tree he had been using to ground him in his panic and towards a potential safe haven. "I'm aware you're risking a lot, taking me in." Jock maintained a slow but steady pace as he walked. "I want you to know I understand that and I appreciate it."

Orion knew that he needed to make a call. In a world like this, nothing was certain, and every choice you made always carried a risk. He had been conditioned to use his judgement and weigh the pros and cons. And that was what he needed to do now. The raider remained quiet while Jock talked, taking in the tremor of his voice, the disbelief in it. The quick assurance that he would be able to help out in Redwood.

"I see." Orion quieted as he turned the words over in his mind. Considering the terse, anxious figure in front of him, clinging onto that tree like a lifeline. He also remembered the sunfacers, and Tristan's body down in the pit, lifeless, milky eyes staring but seeing nothing. "... Alright. I will take you back to Redwood." The raider finally decided. His instincts told him that Jock wasn't planning on being an active danger. Of course, he could be acting, trying to make himself seem docile - but that was a risk Orion would take.

"I can not promise you will be allowed to stay, though." Now that he had decided to bring Jock back to Redwood, it only felt fair that the other man should know the risks. "It is not up for me to decide. There is a council. They will assess whether you pose a threat to us." Maybe there was an implicit warning there, hidden behind those words. That if Orion was wrong and Jock had it in mind to bring any harm to Redwood, he would loose his access to one of the few safe havens. Whether that was a risk he thought it was worth taking.

"Go ahead. It's in that direction. I will be right beside you."

[jockbrannigan]

ARE YOU INTO BEA

"WHY ARE WE SHOUTING?"

...

"AND MAYBE I AM! You've met her right? She's... enchanting!"

@beatrice-murray

[jockbrannigan]

She gave back the usual reply and Jock beamed at her. He couldn't quite believe their luck, running into one another like this. If he had his laptop here, he might've tried to calculate the odds of this happening but he didn't so he let that thought pass through his brain without any further consideration. "Nicki Torres, alive and in the flesh!" He declared as she put her drink down and gave him a quick side-hug. He gave her a soft squeeze of the shoulders back.

He rested his forearms against the bar's countertop and let out a soft chuckle at Nicki's comment about the Hyland Farm. She had a valid point about that. "Yeah, I thought that too." A look of sadness passed over his features. "Lennox and Gerry passed on," he said of the owners of Hyland farm. "Everyone else living there moved on when they passed. I was the only permanent resident there and I couldn't look after that place alone so I made myself be brave and ventured out." He let out a deep breath, letting his shoulders relax before giving Nicki a shrug, accompanied by a lop-sided smile. "A really tall guy called Orion found me and brought me in."

Jock gave Nicki a once-over with his eyes and nodded his head. "You're looking good. Living here suits you, huh?" Having said that, Jock couldn't remember a time when Nicki had ever looked bad. Somehow she always made the most of her situation, at least in Jock's eyes. "You been here long?"

Now, normally Nicki was all for sitting in her place with her own private bottle of rum or tequila or whatever the hell else she managed to stash away during a raid, but considering she didn't know when the next time she would be able to go out and procure anymore was, she didn't want to blow through her whole stash. So here she was, in the bar, drinking to pass the time. Well, and to dull the ache in her ribs. While sitting at the bar top probably wasn't the most comfortable or best thing she could be doing, she wanted to drink. She'd be fine.

Someone had sat down next to her and at first she paid them no mind. That was until they cleared their throat and she heard a very familiar voice greet her in the same exact way she had greeted him thousands of time when she was stopping by Hyland farm. She turned with a smirk, catching Jock's face. "Like a hole in the head," she replied, just the same way that he always had when she would see him. "Jock Brannigan. As I live and breathe. Here I thought I would never see your face again."

Nicki put down her drink so she could lean over and wrap an arm around him in a sideways hug. She bit back the groan as her ribs protested. They'd be fine. "What are you doing here in Redwood? I thought you were sticking around that old farm for the rest of eternity."

[jockbrannigan]

Who are your favourite and least favourite people in town so far?

"Gonna list the people who I didn't know prior to arriving in Redwood since Renee and her boys, Maya and Nicki have an unfair advantage over everyone else.

"With that in mind, my favourites are: Mayra, Vivienne, Vi, Orion and Bea.

"The least favourite is singular: Zack."

@mayrarcjas, @vivienneastor, @virewolf, @orioncarnell, @beatrice-murray, @zackastor