Camp Fortitude

I'm guessing it wouldn't be possible to get my hands on potassium nitrate, sulfur, or charcoal around here, would it?

[Parrish]

I enjoyed the dance.

WHO: Camp Fortitude Residents
WHAT: Valentine's Day Dance
WHEN: Saturday Evening
WHERE: Community Center Gym
WARNINGS: All of them; Anything Goes
STATUS: Open/Ongoing

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OOC: Feel free to use this post to set your own scenes at or after the dance. Enjoy!

[Teen Wolf]

So. Guys.

Nobody died this time thank god, but what if next time somebody does? I can't control the banshee stuff. And if I scream there's no way to hide it in a place this small.

[Parrish]

I think I'm going to take Derek up on his offer of teaching people to fight,

Well...in light of recent news...

I'm making an assumption about the system for Defense, because I don't know any better right now, but I'm assuming that the squads are organized by group in order from first response down; Alpha being the first responders, Bravo to follow, Charlie next, then Delta, in any ideal hierarchy-friendly situation we would deal with. If I'm wrong, correct me please. If I'm not, then I'm guessing I'm going to have some downtime on my hands.

Given we've just been told there's no guarantee that we won't have any other future breaches in security like that, I'm thinking it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to make sure that everyone here has some sort of training under their belt, if they're in a sticky situation and have to fend for themselves for a minute.

I've trained others to fight poorly, but what you don't know won't hurt you, and I like to think I'm better at it now, having learned from my mistakes. I need to fill in my spare time or I'll go crazy, so anyone who wants to learn to fight, whether for offensive or defensive use, I'd like to teach you. I'm not offering to train you for Defense, because that isn't my place, and maybe someone already has something like this out there, so I'm sorry if someone does and I'm stepping on toes, but it's what I can contribute in my downtime, so I'm putting it out there. But I think the more of us who know how to protect ourselves, the better. Would anyone be interested in that at all?

WHO: Lydia Martin and Jordan Parrish
WHAT: After the battle
WHEN: Friday morning
WHERE: Lydia’s townhouse
WARNINGS: PG-13ish for UST
STATUS: Closed/Completed Gdoc

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First, I'd like to give my deepest gratitude to the defense teams, who managed to keep all of us safe during the breach. Without you, I hate to think what might have happened.

But thinking ahead, I think we need to do something to make sure that this doesn't happen again. It's a fact that the electricity here is unstable, which means that a blackout or a brownout could easily happen again, causing the defenses to go down.

I know supplies are limited and that technology is lacking (through no fault of Tech), so here's my suggestion.

During WWI, the trenches were separated by a 'no man's land' of mines, pikes, barbed wire, etc. etc. We need to build something like this outside the walls, to keep the unfriendlies from being able to take advantage of any sort of electrical issue. Mines might be impossible, I realize, but the rest shouldn't be.

I suggest that we tear down one of the houses (there are some still unoccupied, and others with only half occupancy) and use the materials for construction of our defenses. Ten yards from the wall I would suggest we build trenches. Six feet deep. Filled with wooden pikes, sharpened on the tips. Perhaps a place for a person to stand guard, but that's not strictly necessary. The trench needs to be wide enough that a ladder stretched over it has no chance of breaching the walls. Then, for 100 yards (at least) past the trenches, we need to build our no-man's land.

If we make it so that they can't even get to the walls, that cuts our danger significantly.

I'm Katherine. Kate if you'd rather. Your Alpha Team found me in my Costco hold up. Nothing like the end of the world to make you appreciate people. There's at least one more o

I've apparently been assigned to live in a house with someone named Clarke, and work in services. Whatever that is going to end up meaning.

I ended up in this hell hole about three months ago. Before that I was a Masters student at Julliard.

So, hello new neighbors. I hear your night was a hell of a lot more interesting than mine.

...is everybody okay? That's over, right, Cisco? You and Stark got that shit fixed, right? Does anyone need us?

STEVE & CARE.

Steve, you better check in right now if you can see this. Is everything okay out there?

Shockingly...still not the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me. She said there were other people from Beacon Hills? Cora?

[Beacon Hills people]
Anyone else planning to go to the get together at the bar tonight?

[Malia]
I'd really like for you to go with me.

WHO: Jordan Parrish and Lydia Martin
WHAT: Catching up
WHEN: When Parrish gets out of Quarantine
WHERE: Parrish’s Town House (Townhouse #6)
WARNINGS: not really
STATUS: Closed/Completed Gdoc

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Alright.

Now that I'm calmed down a little, I just want to say 'hi' to everybody again. I can't say I'm thrilled to be here, but I realize that you guys had nothing to do with it.

And I definitely don't want to find myself outside of those walls any time soon.

So would someone mind telling me what the hell is going on here?