You are, once again, Orchid, and a great deal of your life is going to be spent in meetings huddled around maps, it seems. Nattie has some pins in this one, which displays Salt Bay and its environs, and you try to pay attention. You are...not okay, exactly, after the executions yesterday and the arrival of the strange kitten person who has pitched a whole-ass tent near the kitchens, but of all the people you've killed you were most at peace with those ones. They didn't suffer; one clean thrust with a glass spike to the base of the skull, instant death. Nothing worse than a sharp pinch.
"So," Nattie says at last. "Here in a couple days the joint squad will make an exploratory attack into Harrow Park, figure out if that operation is even viable. That's Brian and Sasha, with me on the phones and binoculars as best I can. Doctor Heller will be our eye in the sky, ish, but she's busy with..." another pin, "...the spiders attempting a rescue here at the gentleman's club. That shit ends poorly, mark my words, but you overruled me."
"Correct," you sigh. "...I'm not gonna tell them to leave people for dead. My um. Honor guard will go with them, so there's that, but..."
"But it leaves our own defenses under-staffed," Nattie finishes, grimly. "We'll have to pull the pickets back, post snipers on the rooftops, and fucking pray. The doctors are prepared to receive wounded but it's gonna be a bitch. And then there's the bad news."
"Oh boy," Jill says with mock enthusiasm. "I love bad news. What's the bad news?"
"The bad news is we can't just sit around with our straps in our hands waiting and worrying. There's shit to do." Nattie wets her lips, makes a little thoughtful hrmming sound. She taps a pin towards the edge of the metro area. "Captain took some mortars and firebombs out this way, looking to burn her way through the suburbs. Should be minimal damage to the roadways, but minimal isn't none - the kinda fire she's looking to start will warp the asphalt, for starters. So we need to get the construction equipment fueled, up and running, and ready, and we need to clear the roads. Thankfully we've got plenty of warm bodies. Unfortunately a bunch of them are currently fucking useless."
"The party people," you surmise. "...No wait, you called them something else..."
"Rich kids," Jill and Nattie say at the same time. They share a high five without even looking at each other; somehow, you understand, this is related to their odd vitriol towards one another. Garnet seems to be of the opinion that they should 'just fuck already' and you're not...entirely...sure how you feel about that. Nattie continues: "Yeah. The rich kids. They're not doing anything useful around here aside from being hands that can hold tools, badly. Honestly we kinda dropped the ball on them but they're an easy ball to drop since they're so
fucking stupid."
You and Jill give her identical long looks. Nattie throws her hands in the air and mutters swear words under her breath.
Hrm...
Choose 2
[ ] Try to motivate these 'rich kids' yourself
[ ] Rope Andrea and the old people into helping motivate the rich kids
[ ] Maybe an incentive could be created? Preferential access to the private rooms where the porn is kept communally for a starter
[ ] Sound out the Inmates too. There's an easy framing here: someone in that fucking prison knows how to hotwire a car, and that's faster than pushing.
* * * *
"Hey," Jill says a while later, catching up with you just after your dinner. She nudges you with her elbow, and you just kinda look at her. Looking at Jill is increasingly one of your favorite things. "...So I might have some advice. and I need you to not make it weird."
"I make everything weird," you protest, in confusion. "...Or everyone else does...
"It's you," Jill says with a laugh. "Have you...tried anything, with someone else?" When you mutely shake your head, wondering where this is going, Jill gives you a soft smile that makes your heart flutter in its glass prison. "Okay. So here's my advice: take Andrea up on it. Or at least sound her out."
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"What?" Jill asks, incredulous.
You gesture in every direction. "Did you and Sasha switch bodies???"
Your friend cuffs you on the upper arm. "
Orchid. Listen...I don't...I don't do casual, myself. But I do talk to people and think an' stuff, alright, I ain't just a former lacrosse player here. An'. Like...I dunno. You only get one first time, and I kinda wish mine had been with someone experienced who cares about me." In answer you vaguely gesture at Jill with a confused look on your face. "...Flower, I'd definitely make it weird, alright? I catch feelings like honey catches flies. Just. Think about it. Alright?"
Uhhh...
[ ] Fuck it we ball?
[ ] Nnnnnooooooooooooo
&
Choose 1 to work more closely with alongside Kayleigh Wright, your new charge, for the next week
[ ] The food crews
[ ] The engineers
[ ] The divinity students
[ ] The old people
[ ] The kids
[ ] Project Throwback's at-home forces
Begin Arc 4: Where The Heart Is
"The saying, "Life is just one damn thing after another," is a gross understatement. The damn things overlap."
- The Cincinnati Enquirer, February 21st, 1947