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The Day After Doomsday: Getting By In a Post-Apocalyptic World - Period 2

When the students stepped into the Danger Shop for Reno's class today, they'd find themselves stepping into lobby of the dormitory all over again, with a few pointed differences. There seemed to be a barricade built against the boarded-up windows, consisting of a good deal of the furniture that had clearly been dragged down from the floors above them. The power to the building had been cut off completely, which meant that they were sitting in near-absolute darkness, because naturally Reno was going to be an ass and set this scenario for the dead of night.

There were cans of food lined up against one wall. There were weapons, what looked to be the entire contents of both the weapons locker and sharpened, weaponized versions of the practise fare from the Salle, laid out against the other. A sign hastily scribbled down on a piece of paper pointed deeper into the building, directing any possible injured to a first-aid station in the rec room.

Reno was sitting in the middle of the floor, grinning up at the students as they came in, legs splayed out in front of him and his elbows on his knees, Danger Shop supplied stun baton in one hand.

"Trust me," he said coolly, nodding back to the doors that closed themselves and instantly fell behind another barricade the moment the last of the students stepped in, "you don't wanna go back out there. This ain't your everyday Fandom invasion, where somethin' shows up, tapdances nasty around us all for a week, an' then gets sent packin'. This is the real friggin' deal, yo. This is your doomsday scenario, where there ain't no cure for bein' dead. Where you get bit and infected and turn into one of them, you ain't snappin' out of it. Where the weapon that blew up the school took half of you with it, and you don't got time for so much as a head count to figure out who's left."

He leaned back, the cool metal of his baton scraping against the floor of the lobby, playing an eerie harmony to the sounds from outside, which alternated from complete silence to screams to gunfire, to the sound of something not remotely human calling out into the dark, answered by what had to be a hundred more just like it, all converging in on one point: The Dorms.

"I ain't gonna pretend there ain't heroes among you, I ain't gonna sit here and point at you one by one to tell you the likelihood of comin' back alive, either. If you're one of them who's gonna run out there, then there ain't nobody who'll be able to keep you inside. And that'll cost the island one of its first big advantages early on. Because once you guys are dead, what are the people who ain't fighters gonna do?"

And then, all at once in a flash of speed that was jarringly unnatural, Reno was on his feet, baton on his shoulder, and he was prowling back and forth in front of the students.

"What the enemy out there is don't matter in this scenario. What's out there is the predator, that thing that goes bump in the night, that sees you as prey or pest, but whatever the case is, it don't want us here, and it's lettin' us know with extreme prejudice. This is the Danger Shop, so if you go out them doors here, you'll just be steppin' out into the school again. This lesson ain't about fightin'. This is about stayin' alive. Look around. Take in what's been set up, here. Let it sink in that there isn't a single resource in this lobby that'll last even a severely reduced dorm population more'n a few weeks at best. And then, try an' figure out what the hell you're gonna do about it."

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If you aren't sufficiently creeped out yet, then Reno probably wasn't trying hard enough.

Wow, this was definitely a creepy lecture. Madison was glad she didn't have to sleep because this would cause nightmares.

Nope, not creeped out. Cloud would have liked a chance with the mosnter outside, though.

Wander the dorms alone or in groups, and try to figure out how to make the most of what you've got at your disposal. Your resources are as follows:

- Canned food, enough to feed maybe twenty people for three weeks.

- One gas-powered generator, turned off to conserve precious fuel, of which there isn't nearly enough.

- Weapons! Clearly not outside being used, possibly because all the fighters already ran off and got themselves killed. Possibly because the firearms have run out of ammo. Possibly because against whatever is out there, weapons just don't work.

- In the Rec Room, there is a makeshift first-aid area set up. Here is where your healers are going to end up pushing themselves to the point of collapse, especially once the limited amount of physical first-aid supplies run out trying to save the would-be heroes.

- Water? There's the pool downstairs, but the water in that is chlorinated, not fit for human consumption. If the power is off, you can assume the tapwater has been subjected to the same fate. If it hasn't, yet, then you're going to want containers, aren't you?

- And, of course, all of the assorted paraphernalia that teenagers coming to school tend to bring with them. Toothbrushes and teddy bears and pencils and erasers, in all of the dorm rooms.

Edited 2010-07-12 12:05 (UTC)

Quinn wandered into a dorm room and started flipping through the closet.

Ew. The girl who lived there had no taste.

But she did find a stash of junk food -- mostly Hostess things with fake whipped cream in them -- in a shoebox on the top shelf. She took those, a blanket and a field hockey stick and set them aside, then started poking through the drawers. Maybe there was more food somewhere.

The first thing Kennedy did was scoop up a sword and a sharpened wooden staff from the makeshift arsenal. Maybe this stuff wasn't going to work on whatever was out there, but she'd just feel that much better armed. (And she'd probably try anyway.)

Because it was a simulation and all, and she knew that, right? Still-- creeped the hell out, if doing her best not to show it. Surviving after all the badness went down had never been part of her training; that was supposed to be all about stopping it from getting to this point, so she was way over her head here.

Heading up the stairs toward the sixth floor to see if there was anything previously undiscovered in the kitchen cupboards up there, she decided that she really, really kind of hated the whole feeling-submerged thing.

Scully was in the first aid area, frowning at the supplies. Not nearly enough for a few weeks, maybe enough for a few days, was her best guess. She made a mental note to keep her laptop charged, in case they needed to do research when the power went out... then wondered if they were cut off enough that there was no WiFi available. Probably. She shivered.

Okay, back to checking if they had antibiotics here.

Most people seemed to have wandered up towards the rooms and dorm room, which meant that really, he'd only get in the way there. He could sniff out more food later. Instead, Jake wandered around the basement and ground floor, checking out the barricades that'd been made and trying to find where points were lacking.

One think Reno had been right about, the instant he'd mentioned the scenario, he'd been considering going out and fighting. Protecting and staying behind was almost a new concept.

Was it wrong that as Jane wandered around she wanted to sit people down to tell ghost stories the right way? Ordinarily she would rather die- or step outside- to do that, but this was just the right setting for it.

It was wrong that she wanted to do that. But hey, at least she got to ransack dorm rooms?

Cloud looked for his sword on the pile of weapons, but found a Buster Sword instead. Zack's, he assumed. It would do the job.

Although, of course, there is no job to be done.

But he was going to be nice and hide his lack of amusement for the time being.

Now that you know what you've got, and what you've got is mostly borrowed time, what are you going to do about it? There's a garden on the roof, and if you're lucky then whatever the enemy out there is, it won't be able to get up there. Can you possibly cultivate enough food to keep your survivors fed in the long term? What about winter?

How about power? How badly do you need light at night? They'll need it to work by in the first-aid area, of course. Candles? They're a finite resource, too. Magic? Well and good, assuming you have people with powers who aren't dead yet, too.

Weapons? The blade of a sword or an axe will tarnish and get dull, but it'll last a load longer than a few rounds of ammunition or a few crossbow bolts, once things get hairy. How many experienced fighters are there left, realistically? How many people can be trained to fight, under the circumstances?

You've got to get out of here, eventually. How do you even know if there's life beyond the island, anymore? Can you manage to scratch out a permanent residence here, assuming the portals are down and the Causeway has been torn apart? And if you do stay, what is there in the town that you can use, assuming you can get that far? And if you don't try to make it that far, how do you make certain that your makeshift barricade holds?

Edited 2010-07-12 12:06 (UTC)

"Do we have any communication with people off the island?" Madison wondered. "And more importantly, do we have any teleporters who can get to the mainland?"

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