currently stuck in PZ limbo

The new year has been rather healing for Victoria all things considered. Over the winter she lost a son with it came a time of inner reflection and outward change. Victoria over time has come to realize she’s put herself metaphorically into a box of what others find acceptable and comfortable, she’s spent her whole life so focused on what others think that she lost herself in the process. She’s gotten a new job in admin which means finding proper office clothing once again.

Victoria by this point has survived close to 8 months in this new hellish world and not without it trying rather hard in fact to take her out. At this point Victoria has had two brushes with death, once alone in a mall bleeding from a gash in her shoulder close to her neck, and the second one which left physical and mental scars for life. Victoria nearly died from a mauling while most of her coworkers simply watched. She narrowly survived and only by a miracle kept the use of her left hand following extensive surgery. Despite that the event left her radically changed anxious and terrified, it was one thing to know you were in constant danger it was another to know you were in danger and had no one to save you…

Victoria eventually quit her job and moved west past West Point into a niche little farm area with her partner Hudson. That is where we find this version of Victoria, turns out living with a military man 24/7 really does alter the way you dress, as looking professional became a secondary goal to having practical gear Victoria finally looked the part of a hardened survivor.

I really can’t praise Wastelands RP community enough for the rewarding and character altering rp that I’ve experienced day in and day out there. Folks are so passionate about their work at WL and it really shows.