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[network] @Raoul; Minutes [open] Backdated to morning 71

Good morning, everyone. For those who don't know me, I'm Raoul. [ Different from his original introduction. He can't be bothered with all the titles today. Besides, that's all he wants people to call him. ]

Sorry this took so long, but I was a bit incapacitated. I know not all of you could make it to the meeting a couple of days ago, so I'm making a record of what was decided.

Firstly, we discussed setting up a home base. This is where we'll be keeping most of our supplies and holding any future meetings. That'll be the building we held this meeting in, straight south of the western shopping place, with the greenhouse. [ This is building 28. ]

Clayton told us he's setting up the house with hot water just south of headquarters as a clinic, that's another place we'll be keeping supplies. [ This is building 34. ]

Third, supply routes. We worked out a six day route to the eastern shop [ 75 ] and back for extra food stores, two days for supplies from the school and four days down to the healer's [ 130 - pharmacy ] for Clayton's clinic. The clinic and headquarters are close enough for supplies to be distributed between the two on a regular basis.

Fourthly, missions currently taking place: Clayton is working on his clinic, Quark is headed to Shelley Derricks' house, Dr. No-Name to Sparrow Langley's. If anyone has a 'keycard', they ought to head into the ice tunnels to see if it opens the gate down there. Last I heard the 'dissect' fellow was doing autopsies on the bodies in the mass grave up in the northwest. Frisk is working on communicating with these so-called 'anomalies'. I don't have a list of who all is where and doing what, but that's what we talked about.

[OOC| We do not have a decision re: Jack's trial, so this portion of the report will be handwaved until we do have one. Discussion is here. ]

Lastly, an announcement: We confirmed that there are negative effects to staying in one place too long. This is definitely not a coincidence, so keep an eye out for symptoms. You start experiencing paranoia and hallucinations, get a move on to a new building. When it gets worse, you start to have the intense need to move around and some potentially violent outbursts. I don't know what happens when you let it go, but I can't imagine it's anything good.

Let me know if you want more details on anything and I'll provide them as best I can. I'm headed to the clinic now, but I'll be answering messages all day.

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[There are a number of questions to be asked, but the most urgent, as far as Beckett is concerned, is probably also the most cynical:]

Who exactly is "we"? Is this some kind of long-term alliance?

Just the people at the meeting. I was working under the assumption that all of us trapped here are on the same side.

[ He's very easygoing, no annoyance or sharpness in his voice whatever. ]

Mm, yes. I'm sure most of us were, until some of us locked others in the basement, and some others shared information they were expected not to, and wasn't there something about stolen drugs? All on the same side, of course.

[He is not remotely surprised by any of these developments. He'd practically been waiting on them.]

So everyone who attended has agreed to pool supplies in a certain place, and patrol certain paths. How many people?

[ It's true, there's no real sense of community. Which is why he's pretending there's a sense of community.

He checks his notes. ]

There were 21 of us there, in person and by tablets.

And you've managed to reach anything resembling agreement? Impressive. [He may even be a bit sincere about this.]

And where do the rest of us stand with your new arrangement?

You get all the benefits with none of the difficulty of actually showing up.

Think back on the conversation we've just had, and tell me why I should believe that it's that simple.

Come by headquarters for food supplies and we can have a long talk about it.

No, thank you. I've only just managed to escape from this town's obsession with tour groups. If you cannot explain it over the network, I don't have many hopes for you explaining it in person.

[ He just laughs. ]

It's a real enough offer. If you need rations, you know where to find them.

[Earlier on in his Norfinbury experience, Beckett would scoff at this, and ask more prodding questions. Now... he still sounds wary, but not as hostile as he might otherwise.]

An honour system only works while the honourable don't get tired of being that for everyone else.

I like to think I'm honorable enough for all of us, but I understand your concern. All I can tell you is that I'll be putting forth my best effort to make sure that supplies are available to those who need them.

Most people would like to this than their personal convictions are beyond reproach. And most never have to be prove much. Would you do this alone, if it came to it?

Edited 2015-12-30 22:20 (UTC)

I give you my word, on my honor as a knight of Tortall.

[A knight, is he? Beckett can't help but sound a little amused.]

Ahh. This should be interesting to watch.

[That said, he does have an actual practical question or two.]

I don't have any keycards, but I did find a set of keys a while ago. I don't suppose anyone voiced a need for keys? And... is Clayton sure that a clinic is a good idea, considering this very detailed description you just gave of the effects of staying put?

[ Story of his life, bro. ]

Nobody mentioned a need for ordinary keys. I believe the plan is for Dr. Epps to move his patients between two adjacent houses.

I'll keep looking, then. Where there are keys, there is usually a door.

[He makes a wryly amused sound at the answer.] And did anyone volunteer to help with this project? There does tend to be a steady flow of patients, with Clayton. Some of them despite themselves.

Nobody spoke up, no. [ He smiles crookedly. ] I imagine I'll be helping with that, given my size.

Well it's awful nice t' meet you formally, Raoul! Meetin' didn't give a whole lotta chance t' chat. Maybe that's what yer about, though--you sound like the "man on a mission" kinda guy.
Not that I ain't happy fer that too 'r anything. Thanks, man. I'll keep the door cracked for ya.

I never did enjoy meetings much. Better to get them over and done with, I say.

Thank you for that, doctor.

Well...heh. Don't blame ya with how that last one turned out. Don't think I ever got a full story a how that one turned out. I mean I'm jus' glad most everybody got out alright, but how'd y'all manage?

We lured the critters to one side of the house while the others escaped. After that... well, at some point I passed out. It's a little fuzzy yet.

[There's a pause as Clayton balks with alarm, and when he comes back in he sounds very incredulous.]

Passed out? Still in the house with 'em?

Different house, thank the Gods. I feel alright now, for all the bird was half starved when I woke up.

[ She tweets worriedly. ]

Yeah, I'll say. I'm glad yer alright. Ah, you 'n yer bird. [A beat.] She stuck with you the whole time?

She's adopted me, evidentially.

Evidently. [Clayton huffs a laugh.] Must've been worried for ya, poor girl. 'r worried fer the food you've been feedin' her, any rate. You find a bag a bird seed lyin' 'round when you woke up 'r somethin'?

I've been feeding her my rations. Though, now I think of it, Commander Shepard did give me some bird seed she found before we all scattered.

*Finding someone else in the house he was going to be spending the night in was somewhat unexpected and not entirely welcome (it never was, really). Finding someone completely unresponsive was definitely unexpected. He nudges Raoul's prone body a few times before deciding that he's not going to spring up. His company still seemed to be breathing, though, so he retreats to the far side of the room and watches him carefully.

The plan had been to watch him until he felt comfortable enough to sleep, but somehow he found himself falling asleep earlier than he'd expected. Waking up unable to move had been far from comforting, so once he could move again he scrambles into a sitting position with his back against the wall and facing where he saw Raoul last.*

[ The sparrow flew up in a panic when she felt her human nudged, then stood on his head for a time to tweet worriedly at the stranger. Maybe he could wake Raoul up? No? Then she sulkily returned to her warm nest in the crook of Raoul's neck.

When he finally wakes up the bird makes a racket of delighted cheeps and flies around him in circles checking for any damage. It takes him a minute to notice the boy, coming as he did out of a three day coma. ]

Oh. Hello there. Did I startle you? [ To the bird: ] Hush, I'm awake now, there's no need to be so loud.

*He shakes his head, but from the urgent way he shakes it and the fact that he's still up against the wall its clear that he was still ~~frightened~~ startled.*

[ He frowns. That's not a good look on the kid. ]

It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you. The bird's just excited.

*He'd be better off if he hadn't just come back from being awake but paralyzed for the first time he can remember. It seems pretty clear that Raoul isn't trying anything at the moment, however, so he starts to calm down quickly. After a moment he nods.

He doesn't recognize this guy's voice, so the tablet is out...instead he fishes a notepad and pencil out of his backpack. Just in case.*

[ He frowns, eyeing the notebook as the bird settles on to his shoulder to fuss in his ear. He reaches up absently to rub her head with a finger. ]

Can't talk?

*He nods. 'Can't' is really close enough. Though the last time he answered that question it led to more questions...hopefully it wouldn't this time.*

[ Well that's fair. Doesn't mean they can't communicate though. Maybe if he can keep it to yes or no questions... ]

Too bad. My name's Raoul. I didn't see you at the meeting. Were you there?

*Good, a whole other topic of conversation.

He shakes his head. Even if his group had been neat the meeting place when it happened he would have stayed away. An idea like that seemed like it was just asking for trouble, even without his distaste for crowds added in.*

[ That's no good. He has nothing to go on for the lad's name. ]

Probably for the best. [ Something occurs to him suddenly, and he pulls an open ration bar out of a pocket for the bird to pick at. She jumps on it. ]

How long have I been unconscious? Was the bird awake when you got here?

[ One question at a time, Raoul. ]

*That was fine, he still didn't really think he had a name anyway.

He shrugs to the first question then nods to the second. She was definitely awake when he went to poke Raoul.*

Poor thing.

[ That makes the next question ironic: ]

You have a name, lad?

*He sighs. Why is it always that question?

Flipping the notebook open he scribbles in it for a moment before showing it to the other man.

"iam called brian
youwere here sleep ing when icame"*

Brian. Nice to meet you. [ The bird chirps agreement, but quickly goes back to stuffing herself. ]

The last thing I remember is running away from the creatures at the meeting. How long ago was that?

*Creatures at the meeting? That's new but not unexpected.

He holds up three fingers.*

Three days. But you haven't been here that whole time. I suppose I'd best ask on my... What's it called? Tableaux?

*He nods and scribbles down some more notes. The last word seems to be very deliberately written for some reason.

"ijust got here to day

it is a tablet"*

Tablet [ He smiles. ] I was close.

*He shrugs, then nods. It was pretty close and probably wasn't that important anyway.*

Alright then.

[ He eyes the boy a moment longer. Not going to get much by way of conversation, he sees. ]

I'd best check on things, now.

*He nods and closes the notebook. He'll watch Raoul for a few more moments before digging out his tablet to play with it.*

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[network] @Raoul; Minutes [open] Backdated to morning 71

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