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

[gtfoourgalaxy]

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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[spoileralert]

[ 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. ]

[dr_unconscious]

[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.]

[spoileralert]

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

Sorry, what were we talking about?

[dr_unconscious]

[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.]

[lacecase]

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!]

not here;

[phaseshifter]

[ There will be TALKS about this later, Doctor Epps

by which I mean GOSSIP ]

action; long suffering noodle

[headjacked]

[ 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) ]

Video | @Summoner

[ninjainviolet]

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

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