Blackout, blackout!

[kore_npc]

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.

Comments

[hung_garian]

Makes a change. Usually I have to bribe folks with Hershey bars and Prosecco if I want them to spend time with me.

[noblexcompanion]

Maybe you should try not talking? That might win a few people over.

[hung_garian]

Rely purely on my good looks, you mean? I suppose my sophisticated wit and stunning intelligence might seem intimidating to some.

[noblexcompanion]

Not what I was aiming for but yeah... we'll go with that...

[hung_garian]

You say the sweetest things.

[noblexcompanion]

Sugar and spice and all things nice, that's me!

[hung_garian]

Mostly spice, I'd say - but y'know what, I like that.

[He gives her a grin that falls just short of roguish and stays firmly in jocular instead.]

I suppose you've got the ginger gene to thank for it.

[noblexcompanion]

You sure you can handle a little ginger spice?

[hung_garian]

Well, you never know until you try.

[He waggles his eyebrows meaningfully.]

[noblexcompanion]

Are you coming on to me?

[hung_garian]

I don't know where you coulda got that impression.

[noblexcompanion]

My mistake. Carry on.

[hung_garian]

With my daily business, or with the inappropriate yet strangely endearing flirting?

[noblexcompanion]

Either. Or.

Maybe both.

[hung_garian]

Well, I suppose they're more or less the same thing. It's a full-time job, you know, waxing poetic about the fairer sex.

[Waning poetic, actually. Waning appropriate, too.]

[noblexcompanion]

Oh, I'm sure it is. Maybe you should take a holiday.

[hung_garian]

Can't afford to, sweetheart. I don't know what all those poor ladies would do without me around to brighten their day.

[noblexcompanion]

Pretty sure they'd survive, somehow.

[hung_garian]

You think so? I'm not sure I should risk it.

[noblexcompanion]

Pretty certain, actually. If not, I'll shave my head! Or not. But really. No offence or anything, but you're hardly Johnny Depp.

[hung_garian]

It's a risky move. Didn't work for Britney Spears, but don't let that put you off. She's got nothing on you, after all, and hey - it's your hair, you can completely ruin it if you want.

[noblexcompanion]

Yeah. No. Reckon I'll stay ginger.

Gingers have more fun - well, aside from the constant teasing. And the likelihood of getting sunburnt...

[hung_garian]

Sounds like you've got a lot going for you.

[noblexcompanion]

A full calendar. Might need to book in advance if you want my attention. What between the monsters and the scientists.

[hung_garian]

Are you saying the monsters and the scientists get preferential treatment over me? My dear, I'm shocked.