snowblindrpg | [log] The Council of Norfinbury [day 67, semi-closed]

[log] The Council of Norfinbury [day 67, semi-closed]

Characters: Everyone who attends the town hall meeting on Day 67 at Building 28, as well as people who phone in. This is a lot of people.
Location Building 28
Date: Day 67, all day for mingle, around midday for meeting
Summary: Snowbos meet up to talk snowplans.
Warnings: Snowplans may result in swearing. House and Jack are present, with all that implies.

[This is your general mingle log for the day! Start toplevels at your pleasure. Below there will be a toplevel for the actual Council of Snowhell.]

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[All that stuff is real nice. And probably important. Ginger was definitely not listening because she was too busy putting her hair into a big donut bun courtesy of Angel's brilliant sock method! Clearly, her priorities are 100% sorted out. Not seeing where the camera is facing, Ginger pops into view, grinning and pointing at her hair.]

Cuddlemuffin, look! Isn't this a cute bun? And it was so easy! I feel like...a ballerina, or maybe somebody's secretary!

[She leaves the shot, presumably, to slide down next to where Clayton is stationed off-camera.]

If I was your secretary, I'd let you do that thing that they do in movies where the boss throws everything off the desk and then they kiss on top of it! Also, do you want me to fix something up for you for dinner?

[There's no oven or stove involved in getting rations ready, so she doesn't have to worry about messing it up!]

I can cut everything up for you, so that way you can rest that big owie on your cute face.

[It sounds like somebody's getting a big excited smooch on their temple! It's not until she pulls back from that that her eyebrows raise in surprise and she brings a hand up to her lips.]

Oh! I'm sorry, were you talking to somebody?

[ The most important topic at this precise moment: ]

Wow, Clay, when did you get married? And why wasn't I invited?

[ There is an alarming lack of sarcasm here. ]

[THERE IS NO SHAME IN THIS HOUSE. Clayton responds, just as casually as if it was just them and not the whole of Norfinbury (and poor Rhys, their captive company wrapped in his blanket burrito on the bed) listening in.]

Oh, ain't you lookin' nice! Ask you t' give me a twirl fer that ballerina bun, I would.

[There might be the sound of a wet returned kiss from behind the camera. Smooch!]

Don't gotta do nothin' special, I'll fix it up myself after I'm done here. Sure are the sweetest fer offerin'! Bless. [Finally Clayton actually seems to tear his attention away from Ginger and back to the tablet.] We'll make it official soon as the Admin finds us a judge an' a beach t' honeymoon on. Nurse Hale here's helpin' me look after the place, 'long with Enoch. Havin' a few sets a extra hands 'round here's always good, if anybody's lookin' fer things t' do.

[He doesn't address Angel's little outburst--not directly, anyways. She can't see him grinning like an idiot behind the camera.]

Well damn. Congratulations, Studly McManlyman. Talk about beating the odds.

Sorry, what were we talking about?

[VERY LONG PAUSE]

...Darned if I know. [Another beat.] --Ah! Settin' up someplace? Clinic with hot water, movin' houses every couple a days? What else've y'all got?

[Professional meeting of professionals, this.]

Oh!

[Ginger was going to stay quiet, honest, because she realizes now how very serious all this talk is! But Clayton does remind her of something.]

I was told about a week or so ago that there's at least one house close by the store that was, like, all sewing supplies. It would be good to keep in mind where any places that tend to have clothing or fabric are, so we always know where to go if anyone needs to cover themselves up better.

[She gives Clayton a smile that's almost apologetic.]

But I know that's, like, less important than setting up a clinic and food. Just thought it was worth a mention!

[She'll actually be relatively quiet, now, but she does scoot over so she's actually in the view of Clayton's tablet again. They might as well be able to see somebody from that screen. And she wants to see all of them, too!]

[ There will be TALKS about this later, Doctor Epps

by which I mean GOSSIP ]

[ captive audience is not digging this no sir

hiding in the burrito does nothing to stop the noises

so he makes some of his own (hhhhhhhggrrrghhhhh) ]

[ There's a very distinct sound of disbelief accompanying the gesture. ]

Martel... I think he's worse than Zelos... maybe...

[ Serious discussion? What serious discussion. There is only a sharp gasp and Angel standing up to point at the tablet and yell: ]

HOLY HECKIE, YOU'RE THE ONE HE SHIPS HIMSELF WITH AND YOU JUST KISSED!!

[ And then she just kind of

goes very red

and sits down with quiet poise and immense dignity.

Carry on, everyone. ]

[Well, isn't this cute. House isn't interested in cute drama. He wants drama drama if they're going to do the relationship thing on air.]

While Epps has his 'big owie' tended to by his highly qualified schmoopsie, should we move on? We've got a locked gate down in the ice tunnels that needs keycard approval to get through. Anyone with a keycard, now would be a great time to speak up. Met up with the furball who turned up in the obits recently a few days ago and got the sparrow he picked up from Sparrow Langley's house. Just looks like a normal bird on dissection. Definitely organic, and no blue fluids like we saw in the vids of the thing.

It healed itself up after my initial dissection overnight. Dissected it again and kept a camera on it and nothing happened, so I'm guessing it's our friends in the vents. Who, by the way, are total dicks. I've messed with the vents every way I can think of so far with minimal results. They won't come out to play when the camera's rolling. But they'll replace anything broken if it's left unobserved overnight.

Quark's headed over to Shelley Derricks' house to see if there's anything there. I'm heading for Langley's house after this.

[It's more than he'd expected to really say and far more serious in nature, but he's going to gag if Ginger and Clayton keep going.]

[Noooooo comment on Clayton's love life, thank you. None nada zero zilch nope. Just practical concerns. Yes. Right. This.]

If we are going to set up a base, we'll need runners keeping it stocked. We're tried hauling a decent load from the school, but there's only so much we can carry, unless we can figure out more effective transportation. Anyone got any ideas for sleds? [She's smiling, but it's mostly a serious question. What House says brings up an important question, though.]

What this comes down to is, there's gonna be logistics. We'd all like to focus on working out what's going on, but the only way we're gonna bring this off is committing at least some time to it. That means drawing up routes, setting schedules, working in shifts. First thing we need to know is who's willing to actually do all that - I know I am, but I'm not a drill sergeant. No one's getting pressed into service. I just need to know who's volunteering.

[ Raoul raises a hand. ]

I've been doing just that sort of thing longer than I care to admit.

I travel alone and I am already packing stuff for Clayton's small clinic on the run, I volunteer in carrying food and supplies on regular basis. Buildings sleds is also an option if I find the proper materials, even if it may take some attempt to build a working one.

Also, I am fine having schedules as long as they allow me to travel in the city with some degree of freedom. [He pauses for a moment] While I don't want to set with a group I am willingly to offer my serviges for the whole community, I only have a small favour to adk for this.

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