Camp Fortitude

Who: Sam Wilson and Isaac Lahey
What: Getting to know you
Where: Community Center
When: Friday afternoon
Warnings: TBD
Status: Closed/Ongoing

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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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[Defense]

You need to let me fight. Your rules are stupid. I have the skills you need and it's stupid not to let me do anything.

[Isaac]

You okay?

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This place sucks. We need to do stuff to keep people from dying. Despite what the blonde girl said, people don't have to die here.

If anyone is stuck outside, tell me. Defense is busy taking care of the patrols and watching the walls, and although visuals are awful I might be able to see and smell better than I've been studying this place ever since I got here since I've been maintaining all of the buildings. Give me a rough location and I'll find you, I've emptied out one of the garages we're using for storage, if it's faster for me to get you there than get you home that's what we're going to do. Since I'm apparently too young to do anything fucking useful

Wow.

Guess I'm going to be single forever since I didn't proposition anyone on my first day here.

You know, guys, if you have a flat tire on one of the vehicles I can't fix it unless you tell me. ...I mean, I can, I did, but, still... tell me. Also, completely unrelated, who here knows the answer to this riddle?

How much does it hurt when a jack breaks halfway through you lowering a truck back to the ground and it hits your shoulder?

Give up?

Answer: A lot.

Still unrelated, we need a new jack.

ROOMMATES.
Whoever thought that it was funny to draw on my face last night when I passed out on the couch, fight me.

WHO: Lydia Martin and Isaac Lahey
WHAT: Catching up with a long lost friend from home
WHEN: Saturday night
WHERE: Starting at Isaac's townhouse
WARNINGS: TBD, likely none
STATUS: Closed/Ongoing

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Down side: This place definitely isn't Paris.

Up side: This place definitely doesn't have the weather of Paris.

And apparently I'm the handyman here? So if you need something built or fixed, I'm seemingly your guy. Also, therapist. I'm apparently the therapist. How does that make you feel?

This is, by far, at least the second weirdest week of my life. I was just released from quarantine, though, and apparently everybody pitches in here, so I'm just trying to figure out where I should go.

I was told that I'll be working in services? I don't really know a lot about what that means, but is there any place that needs an extra set of hands the most? I don't have a lot of experience in farming and stuff but I'm a quick learner. Since going home doesn't seem to be an option