Roll call

[tempted_]

Board's been down a long time. It's back up.

If you played here - any era, any name - post in this thread. The handle you used, roughly when you were around, and anything you still remember.

That's the whole ask. There's no server running and nothing I can promise. I just wanted somewhere for people to turn up again, in case anyone still types this domain in at 2am.

I'll be reading.

[Doc_Mallory]

Wasn't sure the domain would still work. Tried it at about 2am the other night on a whim.

Still remember the last time up north — four of us, no plan, just driving because there was nothing left to do. Nobody said it, but we all knew.

Good to see your name, tempted_ — if you're all out there, I'd like to know you're okay.

edit: wrong year, it was the summer after

[VLK]

Doc_Mallory, glad you are okay. I was on the hill above Green Mountain that February when it snowed, alone, and I remember the lights below. It was quiet, the way the north is quiet. Good to see this thread.

[Doc_Mallory]

VLK — good to hear from you, and glad you remember the quiet like that. That February, I still think about the fog up at Green Mountain and the tower humming the whole time, even in it. Some nights I still half-listen for that hum. I stlil have the log from those years — every blood type, every name I could write down. It's in a drawer here, not far from the desk.

[VLK]

tempted_, good that the domain still works. I have been wondering again about the man at the crossroads. Did you ever see his name in the logs?

[Doc_Mallory]

VLK — I never caught his name. I went through the log a few times looking for it and the entry just isn't htere, or it's one of the ones I wrote in pencil and the pencil faded. hWat I do remember from that last stretch is the single can of beans sitting in the middle of the raided base — somebody kept it, nobody said why. That's the kind of thing the qiuet year left behind. stay safe out there

stay safe out there

[VLK]

Doc_Mallory, the pencil fading sounds right. I only ever saw him by the crossroads, never close. Good to know the log is still in the drawer; strange what stays.