[MINGLE] Scout's Honor

[sixthiteration]

WHERE: Hot Springs
WHEN: 21 Sept, after sunset
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Please warn in your subject line as needed
NOTES: Details found here

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It's been a strange, rough couple of months for our intrepid villagers — Bunkers, superpowers and clones, oh my! Perhaps the Observers are sympathetic to their plight, or maybe they just have a peculiar sense of humor. At any rate, they've set up a gathering space chalk full of summer camp goodness, no strings attached. Not that anyone knows that part.

Just before sunset, a cheery message pops up on wrist devices all across the settlement and beyond. The instructions seem simple enough, although one does have to wonder at what dubious gift awaits them all after everything is said and done.

Marshmallows are on the house, so grab yourself a stick, strap on a sash and get to roasting, villagers. Skinny dipping, sing-alongs and friendship bracelets optional.

Comments

[notsoangry]

Bruce pauses. He has heard that it's dangerous, but that sounds like more than a few people have died. And one at a time is almost ritualistic. He should be unnerved. He's cautiously curious. "How many have they killed? And how?" Because 'they' wasn't likely them coming own like the first of god to actually smite someone in person. They could send weather and monsters. He's vulnerable now. Mortal. It's a good reminder of that.

That's the problem with scientists. Bruce is no exception. They solve puzzles and research problems and try to fix them, to understand their world, but often those things are twisted by the wrong people. A lot of people now have died because of his mistakes. Because of what his mind has invented.

"That's cool. So wait you make nets? Do you know how to, um, use barbed wire or wire like that for chicken coops? I told Clint I'd take some of his, but I have to make one."