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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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You simulate it. Teach various methods of escape. Psychological methods to use on your kidnappers. How to resist actively and passively. Defensive tactics. Disabling security. How to govern your thoughts and stay calm. [She shrugs.] That sort of thing.
[She'd had fairly extensive training on the matter, being that she was sent into enemy-heavy areas. Even during 'peace time', before the war had started. But she'd made a stupid mistake inside Germania borders, and it had been costly in the end. She'd lost the information she'd been sent to obtain. And because she didn't exist - legally - she'd been on her own. No one had come to rescue her. It would have been impossible, anyway.
They'd put her in a room choking with so much Runic magic that it was impossible to concentrate on using her own. Then the blows had come, to try and wear her down. A man in a brand new uniform had been so enthusiastic he'd almost broken her nose, especially after she'd asked him how his ballet was coming on. It had been a cheap and unimaginative shot, but it had worked along with a few other jibes in making him off-balance and less professional. Less tectically brutal, which had been the point. The man in charge, a Nazi and not an Inveterate, had come in and asked if she'd been impressed with his operation. She'd told him, in fluent Germanian, all of the mistakes his flunkies had made in their combat.
Numbers and bad luck. That had been the only reason for her capture.
Then she'd been put away in a regular building of the camp, and had been forced to wait for a few weeks before devising an exit strategy. She'd overpowered the guards - that's all the mistakes, on their side, that it had taken for their operation to be razed to the ground. She hadn't planned on destroying it, just setting herself and the others free, but they'd hurt Jazz when they'd tried to interrogate her. They found it amusing that she'd brought a cat, and they'd broken one of his legs. So she'd broken their base.]
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My skill set runs more along the lines of... various methods of pastry baking, different kinds of fillings to use with different kinds of pie crusts, meringue tactics, and how not to over-knead.
[ All things which are very useful to a professional piemaker but thoroughly useless here, particularly now that the ovens won't be working ]
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I wouldn't sell yourself short. There are fewer cooks here than people who know how to handle a weapon.
[Fortescue suspects that that's not a coincidence, especially as it seems they've been brought here for military purposes.]
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There does seem to, uh. Be a significant portion of the population who are, for lack of a better word... badasses.
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Do you disapprove of that many bums here?
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No, it's- [ He tries to think of some appropriate equivalent or definition ] Sorry. Forgot you're from the past. Means a different thing, in my time. What I was trying to say is there are so many people here who are very competent and intimidating, who know how to fight and take care of themselves and... that kind of thing.
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