entrancelogs | [OPEN/EVENT] Anything can be a weapon if you're holding it right;

Who: Jo Harvelle & you!
Where: Throughout Abel Township.
When: August 9th & August 10th
Rating: PG
Summary: As an honorary Abel Runner, Jo is doing her part to help keep things going smoothly around town-- plus snooping.
The Story:

[The first couple days of the event, Jo doesn't stray far from Simon, helping out wherever he seems to need her, taking inventory of supplies and assisting in making sure things are being rationed properly down in the mess hall. By the morning of August 9th, she feels comfortable enough with the lay of the land to go her own way.

She starts out at the med tent, looking for any spare first aid supplies that they might be able to keep up at the farmhouse-- just in case. Once she's through there, she goes to take inventory in one of the supply caches, complete with a clipboard and a pen, same as she's prone to do concerning the resistance hideout's stash when Wonderland is just a little bit closer to normal. She'll stop in the mess hall to eat about mid-day, although the plate of beans and canned meet she ends up with looks seriously suspect on top of being meager, and she'll offer the second half of it to anyone who's hungry enough to risk it if they happen to be around. She'll spent the better part of the afternoon on top of the walls and playing lookout. She'd managed to find a shotgun locked away in the farmhouse on the first day and broken it out, although she's saving the ammunition in case of emergency-- can't have any Runners getting grabbed by zombies when they're just about through the gate. When she's not on watch, she'll be mimicking Simon and carrying a baseball bat instead.

On the morning of August 10th, she lets herself into the farmhouse again, without Simon this time. She's heard so much about its proper owner from both Sam and Maxine that it's impossible not to be curious, and while she'd resisted doing any prying and restricted previous use of the house to common areas and borrowing necessities, it's personal things she's looking for now. Simon has never talked about Janine if he could help it, but she knew enough from Sam and Maxine that even without having met her, Jo likes her-- she feels like they would have gotten on well, been great friends despite the occasional clash of wills, and that in itself makes her feel just a little guilty sometimes.

While she's downstairs and nosing around, she's careful to check over her shoulder and make sure she's still alone, slowly walking through and examining various items in what looks like it had once been a comfortable living area. Once she's upstairs, she's a little less careful-- especially when she finds her way to what must be the master bedroom. Once she starts looking through things there, she'll be too engrossed in her private investigation to hear if someone happens to come up the stairs behind her, particularly once she gets her hands on any photos.]

(OOC: If none of the above scenarios work for you, feel free to provide your own! Prose or action are both fine, I'll match you.)

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Jo only hopes that this event doesn't last long enough that they start fighting one another for food, but she knows its possible. Things can deteriorate quickly when people are hungry, but they at least have the comfort of knowing that this is temporary, in the end. Those from Abel weren't quite so lucky.

"Well, you're in luck," Jo tells her, grinning right back. "Dealing with zombies isn't exactly a walk in the park, but they're not as smart or powerful as the stuff you're used to dealing with back home. Unfortunately, they travel in huge packs and aren't smart enough to back off when they're being beat, so the trick is to be fast and be persistent, and always be willing to run."

It really is a comfort, which speaks to the twisted way Wonderland works: by putting them all in this situation, the powers in charge have in turned made them all eager to go back to the prison of luxury. She can’t help but wonder if it’s not part of some larger scheme, perhaps to condition them all to cling to Wonderland as they knew it could be during times of peace.

For the moment, however, Cami has to focus on more immediate dangers. All playfulness aside, she really isn’t keen to add a second death to her tally. So when Jo talks, she listens, nodding as what she hears falls in line with what she’s already been told. “Luckily I can run pretty well even in totally insensible shoes, so that shouldn’t be a problem. What I probably need work on is the defending myself aspect. Don’t get me wrong; I know how to swing a blunt object if I need to.”

But this isn’t a church attic, and there isn’t a convenient lamp always within reach.

"Well, that's a good place to start. The way I hear it, blunt is the way to go with zombies-- anything that can bash their heads in or knock them clean off their shoulders with enough force behind it." A blade would do the trick for that second part, but she knows there are precious few people around here that can be trusted to safely wield a machete, and not exactly a bunch of proper weapons like that to go around, either. Guns are good if your aim is true, but better saved for emergencies-- or if someone needs to be given a merciful death.

Not that she wants to think about that.

"Simon favors a baseball bat. Figured I might try that, too. Other things like that'll work-- pipe, crowbar, cricket bat, golf club. Fireplace poker. Anything you can really swing."

She nods at the short list, thinking it sensible enough. It doesn’t really take much effort to realize that supplies in a lot of cases are lacking, that so many of the people within Wonderland hadn’t attempted to prepare for this possibility by stockpiling food or water, much less weapons. Cami’s guilty of it, so she’s definitely not going to complain about what they have to work with.

(Except for the mystery meat, but no one would blame her for that exception.)

“I guess I’ll have to find one to keep on me.” Just in case the worst happens, which Cami sincerely hopes won’t be something they go through. Given that it’s Wonderland, however? She’s not exactly optimistic. “If nothing else, we should be ready the next time someone wants to put together a baseball game.”

Hell, even if they had prepared for it, Jo's not sure it would have done much good. Wonderland had transformed itself, seeming to have vanished completely and left Abel in its wake-- any stockpiled supplies would have been likely to vanish along with it, until it came back. There was a cache of supplies down in Fort Dixon-Potter that she might have raided otherwise, things tucked away in case the bad end Wonderland could have met at the Jabberwock's hand ever came to pass, but it wouldn't have been much. Certainly not enough to take care of everyone.

"Blake will probably be happy to hear that," Jo says with a wry smile-- the baseball game he'd put together had been good for morale. "The other thing is that under no circumstances do you want to be outside the walls after dark. The cameras can't help Sam keep an eye on you then, and the zombies come out in droves once the sun goes down. Best to be a homebody for this one."

"Believe it or not, that's not exactly unusual for me." For all Cami could be out and about, especially in Wonderland, most of that had a purpose. The bar, the office, the library: all are places she goes to with reasons other than making friends and having fun on most days. At home that stands even more true, and even when she stays out with the intent of having fun Cami is typically on her own. She observes more than she parties, easily--although she has gotten pretty used to late hours, thanks to her circumstances.

"No one to watch over us after dark. Got it." She doesn't need to play hero or be in the spotlight, thank you very much. Everything Jo has said so far seems easy enough to hold to, and Cami can only hope that others think so too. "It all seems simpler than you think it would be for an end-of-the-world event. How long do you think it'll take before someone gets into something they shouldn't?"

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