Camp Fortitude

Pepper is pregnant.

I'm activating the reactors in an hour, Allen and I have been doing runs. Power will be out for maybe five seconds, the more we practice the faster at it he gets.

I'm thinking about building a mapping device so we can have a basic idea of the surrounding terrain.

Little PSA for you all; our new power source is officially completed. When we switch over the grid, there might be a black out for approximately 10-30 seconds. It's not a long period of time but I'm going to want to schedule that with everyone to make sure that everybody is aware of when to expect it so we can stay on our toes. It'll be during the day so we have sunlight on our side, preferably early. With the new system in place we're going to have a lot more power. Which means more energy sources for defensive maneuvers.

[STEVE.]
Two things. Thing one - I want to schedule when we switch the grid over so we can have proper defense in place. 10-30 seconds is longer than I'm comfortable with. I'm having Allen switch the connections to make sure that it's done as quickly as possible.

Thing two - we might want to consider asking someone to start teaching some sort of sex ed course around here since apparently the teenagers are humping like rabbits. I'd nominate you but you have to have actually had it to educate others on it.

[TECH.]
I want to run the trial model again. I want us all to watch it separately and then one more time together just so we can make sure that none of us are missing anything. We checked the fences last time and the brownout still happened, but I want to make sure we cover our asses here as much as we can.

STEVE.
I've organized the run with Allen for tomorrow morning, we're going early. It's going to take us a while.

PEPPER.
I'm going on a run tomorrow to get the tech I need to finish these reactors, I can't put it off anymore. I'll be in the suit and I'm not going alone. I'll be home by nighttime, I promise.

After that helpful welcome, thank you again, Ms. Potts, I suppose I should introduce myself. My name's Rogue and I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't used to this sort of thing. I've also been assigned to the delta defense team.

I really don't want to do this over the net but

For the sake of transparency, I should tell y'all that I'm a mutant. One of my powers involves touch and I can't turn it off. When I make skin to skin contact with people I absorb their life energy, their memories, and temporarily their powers if they got any. It's why I wear gloves at all times and would appreciate some distance for all our sakes.

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!

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.

Dragging me out of my little corner of the multiverse is fine, but what am I supposed to do here without aged bourbon and Velveeta?

What the hell do you expect from me, to work sober? Is that how you want me? Sober and hungry?

This is hell on earth.

Because I've heard there are new arrivals again, I thought I would mention that I'm Dr. Logan Collins and I'm in the med bay more often than not. If anyone needs medical attention that they feel they didn't sufficiently receive at arrival (because I believe the arrival exams revolve around physical injury as some people have, in the past, arrived in poor physical condition), please feel free to come by and Joey or I will take a look. If you don't feel that you can make it on your own, please contact one of us and we'll come to you.

STILES STILINSKI.

How are you feeling now? Better?

I'd just like to clarify that this is still kidnapping whether or not it was intentional. I also don't like being told what to do, so let's make it clear that I'll be working tech because I want to figure out a way to get the hell home. Not because I was told to. It's an important distinction.