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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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Let me guess. You're the murderer.
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[He raises his hands in a gesture of innocence. Coupled with his expression (smug and shifty at all times, no matter how hard he tries to look guilt-free) it's not exactly convincing.]
I wouldn't do a thing like that.
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[Forgive him for not believing you, but you have a certain look. And track record. Even if it was the quickest record ever formed.]
Can murder even happen here? If someone pulled a gun on us all, wouldn't they send in security?
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[He shrugs, as if that's a totally normal thing to happen.]
Perks of being a lab rat, I suppose.
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They really wouldn't help? That's not another one of your stories?
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[Not him, admittedly. He's used to those darn Winchesters and their revolving door between earth and the afterlife.]
I don't know if they'd help. It hasn't exactly happened before. But when people have kicked the bucket here, they haven't intervened, so I wouldn't be too hopeful.
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[He shrugs, but doesn't elaborate because he thinks the word is pretty self-explanatory.]
This place gets friendlier all the time.
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