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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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Someone ought to tell the ones you associate with that he created razors too.
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[No he won't, if only because he doesn't think they'd react anywhere near as amusingly as Dilandau.]
Though I gotta say, peach fuzz, I'm surprised you even know what a razor is. Doesn't look like you'll be using one any time in the next ten years or so.
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[Though Gabriel's right, with his age and the colour of his hair he'd be able to get away with skipping this routine often with no one the wiser, but he refuses to, because he'll know he's got stubble and it's not acceptable]
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Be quiet! I'm not going to grow a beard to prove you wrong, you doughy little piece of- [The insults cut off abruptly as he realises what he's yelling at. He sits down quickly]
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Well, don't judge him, there's no TV - he has to get his entertainment where he can.]
Oh, don't stop there, kiddo. You've got me interested. Doughy little piece of what, exactly?
[He doesn't sit down, just stays standing there, hands tucked in his pockets and a very smug smile on his face. He tilts his upper body to the side a little, though, to make sure he can get a good look at Dilandau's expression.]
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It was nothing.
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He looks up warily to see how wrathful he looks]
You were rude first.
[He's ready to either fling himself away or hastily kowtow]
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Then, which probably comes as a relief, he laughs.]
Truer than you know, kiddo. I've been rude since the dawn of time. When you're 95% omnipotent you can afford to be.
[A pointed reminder that Dilandau isn't.]