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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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Uh, sorry? I guess.
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[ Chuck, are you sure that's how you talk to a lady? Even a lady demon? ]
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[ Lady? Pft. Not many people would her a lady. ]
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[ He has enough tact not to say you look horrible, but it's a near thing. ]
...nothing, nevermind.
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...Are you okay?
[ He knows he's already asked that, but... I mean, it couldn't hurt, asking again, right? ]
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[ It's probably as close to saying she's not fine as her pride will let her go. Even that is a pretty big admission for her. ]
What about you? Not been eaten by big bads in the woods yet, I see? And not got alcohol poisoning. Pretty good going, I gotta say.
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In the end, he drops it. He figures she probably doesn't want to talk about whatever happened to her, anyways. ]
Yeah, no, I, uh... [ He struggles to say he's fine, because he had been just kidnapped by scientists, and now there was a city wide black out. ] ... I haven't found any more dead bodies, at least?
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I'm sure more dead bodies can be arranged if you start to suffer rotting corpse withdrawal symptoms.
[ It's a joke. She's been keeping her hands very clean. ]
Let's hope the black out isn't a permanent feature. I imagine it'd suck for you fleshy humans.
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When she offers to fix the lack of dead bodies problem, Chuck waves his hands because no, no, don't need that. ]
No, no! I, uh, don't need to see any more dead bodies.
[ Ever. For the rest of his life. ]
Yeah, no, it... wouldn't be a good thing. The food would spoil -- we wouldn't have any food.
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And the Winchesters would just love new books. Absolutely adore them. Chuck should write a whole load more! ]
You could always eat grass and weeds. Somehow I can't imagine being here alone with the angels if all the humans starved to death would be entirely enjoyable.
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First he gets called a house plant, and now, ]
What? No, we're--we're not cows.
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I never said you were a cow. If you squishy little meatsacks were cows we'd have fresh milk. I just said you should live on grass and weeds rather than starve.
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I don't think eating grass would be... healthy. [ Not to mention unappetizing. ]
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Healthier than starving to death, sweetcheeks.
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Well, yeah, but...
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I imagine starving to death would be painful...
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Well, I, uh... hope it won't come down to eating grass or dying.
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As much as I hate to admit it - I'm rather fond of some of these fleshy meatsacks.
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Wha--Really?
[ A demon? Being sentimental? ]
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What? You don't think demons have friends too?
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[ Not... friends with humans and angels, anyways. ]
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I mean, don't demons usually hang around with... other demons?
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