fandomhigh | Day After Doomsday, Thursday, Per 2

Class began with something unexpected. Rather than an introduction from Hardison, a voice was heard from Cecil's radio.

"Hello?" It was a man's voice. He sounded tense, maybe even scared. "Hello, I don't know if anyone is still out there, if anyone's listening, if anyone's alive still to listen. This is Jeremy, at First National Bank of Fandom Town, over on Unicorn Street. We've been hiding in the vault since those--those things arrived. There are six of us. We're--we're awful hungry. It's been a few days since we've had anything to eat. If you're out there...if you can hear us...please help? Again, we're at First National Bank of Fandom Town, on Unicorn. I hope you can hear us. My name is Jeremy and there are six people here in the vault. We're weak and we're hungry and we're scared. If anyone is still alive out there, please help. Hello, my name is Jeremy, we're in--"

There was a loud squelching noise and the broadcast stopped.

"Well," Hardison said, stepping into the sudden silence. "There's that. Your radio's still working fine, so the problem's likely on their end. But there you have it. The first definitive proof that there's intelligent life still on the island. The question is, what do you make of it? More important, what are you gonna do about it? You got plenty of options, but each options is gonna have an affect on the group as a whole. This seems like the kinda thing you might wanna discuss."

"Now, as for last week, some folks realized that the noises comin' from the bathrooms was the water pipes. They were able to learn that the water's shut off to the dorms. This could be somethin' as simple as a watermain broke or somethin' or it could mean that someone's turned off water here deliberately. You don't know. Elsa's keepin' you supplied with fresh water for drinkin', bathin', an' for the garden. No one's presented me with a plan to turn the water in the pool into somethin' drinkable, but it's enough to keep the toilets flushin' manually an' to keep the dorms clean if you're so inclined. Raven found some cleanin' supplies, but..." He looked around at the dorms which were definitely a bit worse for wear, so no one had mentioned doing any actual cleaning. "Y'all might wanna start puttin' 'em to use, just sayin'. Or not! Maybe you're looking to Oregon Trail it up in here an' see who dies of dysentery first."

In which case, keep on keepin' on.

"One thing. Food's gettin' tight. Most of the scouts are on food detail, but gardens can only grow so fast an' you got some pretty heavy competition in the top predator category. You got a greenhouse goin' an' that's cool, even some seeds an' things to plant in there, an' Hanna's been able to smoke an' salt a lot of what you do catch to make it last. Congrats, the food you have right now is gonna last till Week Six if you keep tight rationing, but huntin' is pretty much gonna take up most of your time if you wanna add enough to get to Week Seven, leavin' you no time for other scoutin' pursuits. Looks like y'all have got some choices to make."

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Remember, the more information you give Hardison, the better the odds you'll be able to accomplish what you're looking to do! Also, Hardison will not program anything that involves other people, unless those other people are present and agree! Nobody can 'send scouts or volunteers' to do something; if you want a scout to take care of something for you--ask one. You can't tell Hardison you'll be sparring with another student unless that student also comes up and says so. Basically, if your plans involve other people at all, Hardison will refuse to add it to the program until he knows everyone is onboard.

This is, of course, not true for things that involve other people that no one else knows about. That will be resolved on a case by case basis, depending on the amount of detail in the plan and any steps other people are taking to thwart such behavior.

Not to make anyone paranoid or anything!

"Well, first will be investigating the broadcast," Raven said. "I'll also spend some time gathering supplies for molotov cocktails for when we decide we're ready to go on the offensive. Any alcohol we can find, plus Cosima and I are going to do small controlled experiments to find anything else that'll burn properly for it. Perfumes or mouthwash or whathaveyou. Any other time will be devoted to getting food."

Hardison grinned and gave her a thumbs up. "I can't tell you how happy I am that my class is convincin' students to experiment with fire. An' my tenth grade science teacher always said I wasn't gonna amount to nothin'. Where you gonna try to get the alcohol and other flammable materials from?"

"Around the dorms at first. Like Cosima said, home of a bunch of minimally supervised teenagers, there should be something around here. If we can't find anything here. . . . I'll check what's left of the school. Teachers probably want booze even more than we do, right?"

"I'm going with Raven to investigate the broadcast, but staying in the wings. I'm mostly just there in case it's a trap or she needs back-up," Hanna explained. "And Jasper and I agreed that moving up a few floors was a good idea, in case of emergency. I'll make some rope ladders for escape purposes, in case going out a window is necessary." She took a breath. "We don't really need the fire so much for warmth now, and we've got food to last for a while; we can stick to only having it in a dire emergency. Or to make the weapons we were talking about."

"I'm also going to help clean up the mess we made downstairs, at least two mornings out of the week, and try to conceal any trails we left with chemicals-- if they break in, no reason for them to figure out where we went immediately. Ammonia and vinegar should throw them off, if they have any kind of scent-trail sensing."

"I know how to make molotov cocktails, so. I'll be helping with that, if they need it, too."

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