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Blackout, blackout!
Who: The residents of Cape Kore
Where: The center of town, near the ruined fountain
When: Day 100
What: Stane gathered some supplies for a community fire. Consider this a party-style post reacting to the lack of power and the loss of the communicators.
After the power goes out, Stane spends a few minutes standing stock still in the room, holding his breath and waiting for it to come back, but he doesn't waste too much time lingering in that kind of hopefulness. People are going to need things; they're going to need fire to cook and boil water, and they're going to need to do something about the food that's going to spoil.
It's so important that he helps them. It's so important that he helps them stay alive. Maybe the dream sharing is getting to him, maybe it's made his nightmares... feel real, but...
They're going to survive this. He's determined.
He gathers some wood that can be used for firewood and kindling, and he leaves them in the center of the town; he has no way of announcing that the things are there, really, but he cups his hands around his mouth and shouts a general Go to the fountain! Maybe someone will hear him.
Where: The center of town, near the ruined fountain
When: Day 100
What: Stane gathered some supplies for a community fire. Consider this a party-style post reacting to the lack of power and the loss of the communicators.
After the power goes out, Stane spends a few minutes standing stock still in the room, holding his breath and waiting for it to come back, but he doesn't waste too much time lingering in that kind of hopefulness. People are going to need things; they're going to need fire to cook and boil water, and they're going to need to do something about the food that's going to spoil.
It's so important that he helps them. It's so important that he helps them stay alive. Maybe the dream sharing is getting to him, maybe it's made his nightmares... feel real, but...
They're going to survive this. He's determined.
He gathers some wood that can be used for firewood and kindling, and he leaves them in the center of the town; he has no way of announcing that the things are there, really, but he cups his hands around his mouth and shouts a general Go to the fountain! Maybe someone will hear him.
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[Honestly, Dean, how do you not know what Brie is. It's like he's spent his whole life eating at truck stop diners or something. Dirk nods to Dean's warning as he takes the cup, then peels away the edge of the plastic wrap from his parcel and shows it to Dean. It smells pretty delicious if you've got a thing for soft cheeses.] Cheese.
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He gathers up his courage and takes a piece of the cheese, and he slowly eats it, his nose wrinkling the longer it's in his mouth.
It's not good or bad though. It's not quite what he was expecting. ]
The hell kind of cheese... Is this one of those fancy ones? What's with that hard part there?
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[But whatever, Dean, he's not going to make him eat the cheese if he doesn't want it. He awkwardly breaks off a portion for himself and takes a bite. Mouth half full, he adds,] Fancy is subjective. It's widely available.
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Yeah, well, I'm happy with good ol' American cheese. The more it tastes like plastic, the better it is.
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[He finally takes a sip from his glass and immediately makes a face.] Jeezus.
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[ He can't help but be a little amused at his reaction to the moonshine though. And hey, he's not a demon; this is the holy water moonshine. Always nice to have that confirmation. ]
Moonshine. Pretty fresh. This is the weaker of the batches, so... [ He hides his -- no, he doesn't hide his smirk at all, nevermind. ] Hey, guaranteed not to make you blind, though, so there's something.
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[ You know... If they're even talking. But he doesn't have to know that. ]