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

[nedofpies]

[ Ned can put the pieces together, there. Just before he arrives means Dean had been one of the ones to save Samandriel from whatever - or more likely whoever - had left him bloody and terrified before he arrived. Grudgingly, Ned's respect for Dean increases. He's only ever encountered him in the role of aggressor, rather than someone who helps other people. But then, Ned doesn't know all that much about him. ]

It was. Haven't been able to help out all that much around here, because the food's so rationed. If the power doesn't come back, I guess I'll finally be completely useless. [ There's a touch of sadness in the way he smiles, then. Ned hates feeling useless, but if he can't bake, he thinks there's really very little he can contribute ]

[ He doesn't give a second thought to Samandriel's slight shiftiness in saying he's not a student. Ned assumes there's a story there - maybe he dropped out? - but doesn't pry, since it doesn't seem like something he's willing to talk about. Instead, he asks what he realizes has the potential to be an even touchier subject ] You have any family, back home? [ Ned knows that for some - like Riley - talking about family members is a comfort, when they are out of reach ]

[heavensmostadorable]

[The way Ned talks about himself puts a faint frown on Samandriel's face. He's not really used to negativity like that, directed at one's self, and it's just a bit strange to hear Ned consider himself more or less useless.]

I don't believe that's true. I'm sure there are plenty of things you're capable of and could make use of here. [He's not even saying it to be nice or to make Ned feel better, it's simply him being honest. He's better at that than cheering people up, anyway. A slightly furrowed brow joins the frown, and Samandriel tilts his head to the side curiously.] Aren't you part of the Farming Club? One of the leaders, even? That's far from useless.

[The question is, perhaps, a bit of a sensitive topic, but he doesn't flinch. Fidgets a touch, sure, but nothing notably uncomfortable.] Family? Yes. Plenty. [Of course, the curt way he answers gives away more than anything that things with his family weren't exactly great when he left.] Some of them are here, too. [It's almost an afterthought, a sidenote, something considered uninteresting or unimportant. Of course, he's grateful to have his brothers here, he'd be more of a wreck if they weren't, but all the question had been was did he have any. He doesn't really think to elaborate, though he did at least consider being polite in returning the question.] And you? Family, or even friends at home? Or perhaps some who were brought here as well? I'm afraid I've not met everyone yet, so I...wouldn't know.

[nedofpies]

[ Samandriel is right, of course, about Ned being one of the people in charge of the farming effort. He still feels a bit of a fraud in a position of authority - who is he to tell people what they should do, or to pretend that he knows very much about agriculture. It's difficult for him to view his own contributions objectively; he shrugs, because it would seen argumentative and rude to insist that helping to plant radishes isn't enough, that he ought to be able to really help people, really save them from here, only he can't ]

Oh. [ Ned's perceptive enough to hear how short that first reply is and realize perhaps he ought to ask about a different, less potentially-fraught topic than family. But when Samandriel says that they are here, Ned can't help but look surprised. He hadn't realized people showed up here along with family members. Sure, there are people who know one another - Charlie and Meyer, Charles and Erik, and others - but not family members, as often ]

Who? [ It might be a rude question, and he knows it, but it's going to bother him if he doesn't know, if he wanders around meeting people wondering if they might be related to him. Hell, maybe some of them are people he already knows. The question about his own family is not unexpected; that's how conversation works, and he has a reply ready. Shaking his head, he answers: ] No and no, I'm afraid. [ No one back home, and no one brought here. He cuts off Samandriel's potential pity in advance, says: ] But I've been here long enough that... there are some people here who are as good as family, to me.