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sixthiterationlogs2016-09-17 05:25 pm
notabirdcostume) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-09-17 05:25 pm
Entry tags:
- 100: raven reyes,
- asoiaf: margaery tyrell,
- fullmetal alchemist: riza hawkeye,
- heathers: veronica sawyer,
- hunger games: annie cresta,
- hunger games: finnick odair,
- kate kelly: kate kelly,
- losers: cougar alvarez,
- martian: mark watney,
- marvel: clint barton,
- marvel: frank castle,
- marvel: peggy carter,
- marvel: sam wilson,
- spn: jo harvelle,
- star trek: kira nerys
Another Town Meeting -- In Regards to Water Supply and Fountain Issues
WHO: Sam Wilson
WHERE: The Village and then Inn
WHEN: (backdate) September 15
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: Paranoia? IDK.
STATUS: Open and also VERY threadjack friendly. This can be as crazy as the last time they all got together to spout theories. Set up your own sub-threads for what discussions you want to happen. I figure we need a discussion about the fountain and Sam's plan to watch it, a discussion about the recently discovered spring's side effects, and possibly a talk about any new discoveries or progress that's been made since the last town meeting. Feel free to mingle and make friends.
Sam stood at the edge of town, feeling a little ridiculous. However, he felt bad for not trying to include the two mysterious arrivals that had sworn this was some kind of murder game before running off. He still didn't get that, but the girl he'd met had worried him and after he'd heard about the guy as well he'd started to put it together that the two were most likely from the same place.
That aside, they weren't going to earn their trust if they had meetings and looked like they weren't at least trying to extend a hand to two of the newer arrivals to the village. Sam had decided enough was enough and since it was time for another meeting of the village folk it was also time to extend a welcome to their neighbors in the woods. He'd heard enough people mention that they'd been spotted out there. It wasn't like he had a phone and he wasn't sure how much he trusted Peggy's little bird friends just yet.
This was going to be his best bet and even then he felt utterly ridiculous. Sam took a deep breath and then called out, "HEY! I KNOW THERE'S A COUPLE OF YOU HIDING OUT THERE!" He paused, waited, took another breath, "MEETING IN THE VILLAGE IN 15 MINUTES! WE GOTTA TALK ABOUT THE WATER AND WHAT WENT DOWN WITH MY PLAN TO WATCH THE FOUNTAIN."
He couldn't be sure if they'd heard him or not, so Sam leaned down towards the ground, and wrote a brief note in the dirt:
TRUCE. MEET AT INN. NEED TO TALK.
Sam added a happy face as a sign of good will and also drew an arrow pointing towards the inn. It was now time to get everyone else if they hadn't already heard him yelling at the trees.
---
After getting the word out to the rest of the village population, Sam made his way back to the Inn. There was still a lot of debris from the Earthquakes that had literally shaken things up a few days ago, but the cleaning process has begun. Unfortunately, the smell of the contaminated river still wafted through the village and made Sam's nose crinkle in disgust. Just one more problem on top of everything else.
Sam gets things set up, running through the topics in his mind. He needs to follow up on the fountain and what people had experienced during their watch. His timing had been poor, so he hadn't actually had the opportunity to see anyone arrive. He also wanted to see if anything new had been discovered beside that spring Emma and Margaery had found a few days ago. The water supply was important after all, they could survive without a lot but water wasn't one of them.
He hoped this went a little better than the last time a meeting like this had been called, though at least he didn't have to worry about people fighting over weapons this time.
WHERE: The Village and then Inn
WHEN: (backdate) September 15
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: Paranoia? IDK.
STATUS: Open and also VERY threadjack friendly. This can be as crazy as the last time they all got together to spout theories. Set up your own sub-threads for what discussions you want to happen. I figure we need a discussion about the fountain and Sam's plan to watch it, a discussion about the recently discovered spring's side effects, and possibly a talk about any new discoveries or progress that's been made since the last town meeting. Feel free to mingle and make friends.
Sam stood at the edge of town, feeling a little ridiculous. However, he felt bad for not trying to include the two mysterious arrivals that had sworn this was some kind of murder game before running off. He still didn't get that, but the girl he'd met had worried him and after he'd heard about the guy as well he'd started to put it together that the two were most likely from the same place.
That aside, they weren't going to earn their trust if they had meetings and looked like they weren't at least trying to extend a hand to two of the newer arrivals to the village. Sam had decided enough was enough and since it was time for another meeting of the village folk it was also time to extend a welcome to their neighbors in the woods. He'd heard enough people mention that they'd been spotted out there. It wasn't like he had a phone and he wasn't sure how much he trusted Peggy's little bird friends just yet.
This was going to be his best bet and even then he felt utterly ridiculous. Sam took a deep breath and then called out, "HEY! I KNOW THERE'S A COUPLE OF YOU HIDING OUT THERE!" He paused, waited, took another breath, "MEETING IN THE VILLAGE IN 15 MINUTES! WE GOTTA TALK ABOUT THE WATER AND WHAT WENT DOWN WITH MY PLAN TO WATCH THE FOUNTAIN."
He couldn't be sure if they'd heard him or not, so Sam leaned down towards the ground, and wrote a brief note in the dirt:
TRUCE. MEET AT INN. NEED TO TALK.
Sam added a happy face as a sign of good will and also drew an arrow pointing towards the inn. It was now time to get everyone else if they hadn't already heard him yelling at the trees.
---
After getting the word out to the rest of the village population, Sam made his way back to the Inn. There was still a lot of debris from the Earthquakes that had literally shaken things up a few days ago, but the cleaning process has begun. Unfortunately, the smell of the contaminated river still wafted through the village and made Sam's nose crinkle in disgust. Just one more problem on top of everything else.
Sam gets things set up, running through the topics in his mind. He needs to follow up on the fountain and what people had experienced during their watch. His timing had been poor, so he hadn't actually had the opportunity to see anyone arrive. He also wanted to see if anything new had been discovered beside that spring Emma and Margaery had found a few days ago. The water supply was important after all, they could survive without a lot but water wasn't one of them.
He hoped this went a little better than the last time a meeting like this had been called, though at least he didn't have to worry about people fighting over weapons this time.
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She doesn't say that.
She can't. The one advantage she has is that she's small and dismissable and no one who looks at her remembers that she's from District Four. Here, they... They might not even know what being a tribute from District Four means, and she's desperate to keep it.
But silence is frustrating, and this time she can't quite help herself.
"Or they, um. Wanna see how we react."
It's quiet, though, her voice. Small. Hesitant. Easily able to not be heard at all.
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He doesn't like the idea, but he can't discount the possibility.
"But," he continues, "It could also be something else. I've run into my share of fucked up experiments people do on other people. We've got folks who have powers and stuff that are weaker than usual, there hasn't been any direct indication they want to kill us, we could be being used as an experimental group in some fucked up science project."
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It's the stupidest way to ensure they'll get stolen. But Boyd doesn't have to steal or lift all of them. He has to either snag one or convince a kind soul to pass a pistol. Simple enough.
He listens to the redhead, listens to the one next to her--they're obviously batshit crazy, but so is the situation, so he says nothing. Instead, he waits. He waits until the one with the rounded face speaks up, and that's when he clears his throat lightly--a subtle way of commanding attention before he speaks.
"If I may interject some," he states, all southern accent and broad smile, "I don't suppose these guns could be to protect ourselves from what's out there, rather than open firin' on each other?" Playing the optimist is very, very easy to do. "Ain't proper huntin' if the prey gets some sorta head start."
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And truthfully, not sure how useful it'd be for protection. The axe is gettin' blunt, most of the slingshots need repair..."
She shrugs.
"Of course in sayin' that, the wilds of Victoria ain't exactly full of big land predators. I'm used to kangaroos, not bears."
Although, she'd say that a big male roo can cause all kinds of damage, particularly if he gets it into his head that your hut might have some mighty nice grass in it.
On the other hand, that's when the rifle had come in handy and honestly, Kate's still proud of how much of that beast had lasted her and her younger siblings for months.
"But if we're attacked, 'course those weapons are goin' t'be used in defence. If nothin' else," and here she's all dry and wry, theatrically so to project over the crowd and lighten things, "I've put in too much effort tryin' to feed everyone here every day, to see any of you falter now."