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[monstermasher]

▶ WHO: Everyone!
▶ DATE: August 9th, evening (IC)
▶ WARNINGS: N/A yet.
▶ SUMMARY: A small mingle, for any purpose!

[ Good evening, everyone!

Well, actually it's not. It's raining—hard. Is it supposed to be? Who knows. But there's a thunderstorm rolling in, and zombies aren't immune to being struck by lightning.

Really, though—there's nothing entirely extraordinary about tonight. It's what you choose to make of it.

OOC: This is just a quick little mingle; your characters can be doing whatever you'd like! ARE THEY HUDDLING FOR SHELTER FROM THE STORM? REMINISCING ABOUT FOND RAINY DAY MEMORIES? IS THERE A MURDER GOING ON SOMEWHERE? ARE YOU STILL TRYING TO PIECE TOGETHER EVIDENCE OF WHY YOU'RE HERE? ]

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[caelus]

i ) dicking around with the computers

[ jim has been sitting on this for a couple of days. this being the small, green data stick he'd found when he first woke up here. the compound itself still had power, so it was just a matter of him looking in order to find a small lab with a working computer.

only all of these old bricks of technology seem to need passwords. don't get him wrong, he likes antiques, certain antiques, and right now, he would trade an awful lot for a regular old tricorder. right, fine. okay. it might not be the kobayashi maru and sure, he isn't as good as gaila or chekov, but he's not without his skills. under his breath: ]

All right, let's see what we've got here.

[ right now, that little green data stick is going to stay safely in his pocket while he works on getting past the passwords and familiarizing himself with the tech itself. ]

ii ) kitchen

[ well, after a walk through and around the main part of the compound, jim headed to the kitchen to check out the supplies they had on hand. supply runs are probably a thing, at least he hoped they are, but if whatever is happening here is everywhere---well, it's only going to last so long. they are going to need a more long term solution, and if it isn't going already, rationing will probably be a Thing.

if anyone is already taking this into account, or they have a system in place, he'd be keen to put heads together to work out more options. if that isn't anyone's thing, then you can find him writing on some scrounged up paper with a broken pencil with no eraser at the end. ]

ii ) wildcard

[ if you haven't run into him in either of those places, feel free to do so anywhere else! he'd like to get a running list of the things that are readily available for use. he's also still carrying his trident around on his back in the makeshift holster he made out of his gold uniform shirt until he can figure out something else. seems like a poor life choice to wander around without some kind of weapon to defend yourself.

he's not the sort to sit idly by. he's a starfleet officer and a starship captain. it's his job to look out for people, if you feel like there's anything he can help you out with, or you just want some company, he's down for it. ]

ii

[disappointments]

[ when he'd realized, y'know — zombie apocalypse and all — he thought, hey, at least i won't starve to death. there was probably still plenty of wildlife around, right?

but fuck, it turns out wildlife is really hard to catch. roger has the speed and stamina for it, he's physically capable of hunting for his own food, but he's come to realize that there's some technique required. it'll probably be a while before he can actually sustain himself.

meanwhile, he's fucking hungry. there's someone in the kitchen, he can hear them before he walks in, but he's not familiar enough to identify trident guy before he lays eyes on him.

he's kind of glad it's him, though. better the big dumb hero you know than the big dumb hero you don't, right? ]

If you're drawin' up this week's menu, I'm gonna suggest enchiladas for the special. Always a hit.

[caelus]

[ jim finishes writing what he's counting down before stopping and looking back toward roger. he offers a half-laugh, and shakes his head. ]

I wasn't, but I guess I could if they need somebody to cook around here. [ he remembers the lessons his aunt taught him when he was a kid. you aren't going to have one of those fancy synthesizers all the time. ]

I was trying to get a good list of all the supplies we have here. Not sure how things are on the outside, but we might have to consider rationing while we find a more sustainable option. Crops---something.

[ anything, really. he can also help with that. ]

[disappointments]

[ roger relaxes a little at what feels like a warm enough reception, moving further into the room to claim a chair. he turns it backward to sit in it and folds his arms across the back. ]

Should probably assume it's worse out there than it is in here. Anything else and you run the risk of being disappointed, in a context where 'disappointed' probably means 'dead.'

[ self-reliance is nothing new to roger, but group self-reliance is foreign. in his experience, when you start looking out for other people, you're putting yourself at risk. ]

[caelus]

[ jim can't help a short chuckle that falls a little flat at his definition of disappointed. because the joke's on you, he guesses. jim has already been there done that with the whole dead thing. not that it is a thing he plans on breaking to anybody around here.

especially considering the nature of the creatures they are up against. ]

Well, I mean, outside of the giant awful monster and the things trying to break down doors to bite us---I've had worse.

[ he's definitely had worse. ]

Name's Jim, by the way.

[ jim runs a ship with a crew complement in the high hundreds. he's used to group scenarios and even the few people who think that they aren't made for that kind of thing. there are outliers even in starfleet. it takes all kinds, especially in space. in the end, everyone pulls together. he's seen that more than once. ]

[disappointments]

[ 'i've had worse' wrings a wry grin from roger. he wouldn't say he's had worse, per se — the shit roger's survived was altogether different from this. no comparison, really. ]

Probably just gonna call you 'trident guy' unless someone specifically asks me your name. [ after a brief contemplation: ] Or unless I can make a joke out of it.