Camp Fortitude

I'm going to go to the defense meeting, and I'm going to be honest about myself. Of course I won't mention anything about any of you, obviously. I would never. But at this point it kind of seems like they're just humoring us about not having some idea that we're not exactly normal. I could be useful, and given that no one is rallying around throwing out a succubus, I feel fairly confident in my decision.

Plus at this point I don't trust that I can keep an eye on myself. Pretending I'm human in a place like this is just going to get someone else hurt.

Like I said, this is just about me and I won't mention anyone else, but at this point I'm just making things more difficult for myself and everyone else. You all have the right to know what I'm doing.

[ BO DENNIS ]

Hi! I'm Kira. You probably don't now me. I work in farming and I'm one of the defense trainees.

Could I ask you a question? Another question, besides that question.

TEAM MEETING

Hosted in the gym in the Community Center, an open meeting for those on, or wanting to be on, defense to hash out a new direction. Feel free to use this post to have any IC interactions you'd like to see come out of the meeting!

Well, shit.

And here I was, beginning to despair that the post-apocalyptic wasteland would have Twitter.

.... hallelujah. Or close enough, I suppose.

I've seen a lot of weird things in my life, but this one takes the cake.

Elena Michaels. Just got here. Spent about a day finding my way here by following a familiar scent trail.

Clay? Are you and the kids here?

WHO: Malia Tate and Isaac Lahey
WHAT: Hanging out, talking, werewolf stuff
WHEN: Wednesday evening
WHERE: Isaac's place
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Closed/Ongoing

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