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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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And he doesn't trust this guy. Dean's maybe not thrilled with being reminded of what he looked like when he was younger -- sure, he was always good looking, but he likes how he's aged. That is, Alec looks like Dean could snap him in two.
Dean scowls over at him. ]
You're weird. [ Yeah, they're doing this. ]
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Having a snippy conversation with the guy who has your face at a weird blackout bonfire is not how he saw his night going. Whatever though. ] And they say I'm a child. You're like a million times worse. Aren't you older too? Super adult, man.
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Here's a tip from someone who's been wearing our face longer than you. [ He points at his face and draws a circle in the air around it, his eyebrows lifted. ]
Never going to be bothered by that insult.
[ Dean gives him a so there face and turns back to the fire. ]
Nice try, only not at all.
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[ Alec holds up his hands and smiles. ] Whatever, dude. You're a picture of youth and health.