Knowhere IC

[Filtered to the Colonel]

I can't find Ed. He left sometime this morning and he hasn't come home.

I think I miss the cheese steaks?

[SARA]

I thought about it. And [...] this Philly is better than my Philly. Is that gonna be true for anybody here?

Who: Edward & Alphonse Elric, and York
What: Ed’s stuck in Clinic
When: The day after the tribble plot.
Where: The Clinic
Rating: PG-13
Status: Log - Complete

( For once Ed decided he’d listen. )

The movies lied to us.

I think that's what pisses me off the most. You go in and pay a couple bucks just to watch how stupid we can be. Good job, humanity, you're doing wonders for yourself.

Dr. Watson gave me this tablet
He said
I haven't talked to anyone in
He said not to freak you all out. Don't cause panic because you've just gone through one emergency



Am I dead? I bet everyone asks that. But who cares, because I'm asking

How is everyone settling back in? Medical's back up and running (thanks, Doc) so as people start returning, if anything happens, we'll be ready to take it on.

Also, thanks to those of you who are bringing food back with you, and making special trips to bring back the food.

And for the people who helped transport the tribbles to new homes-- you know who you are. You're beautiful and we love you.

We could also use a little blood, so anyone who can donate, drop on by. We'll keep everything compartmentalized by who and where, it's just safer that way.

Who: Edward Elric & Roy Mustang (with York cameo)
What: Ed gets taken to the Medic
When: Right after the Tribble Array
Where: Through Knowhere & to the Med Bay
Rating: PG
Status: Log - Complete

( The event when Ed had connected all the arrays had been a spectacle. )

Who: Georgia Mason, North Dakota & New York
What: Doing some research in the lab.
When: Backdated to the evening, a few days after this.
Where: Georgia’s borrowed lab in the med bay.
Rating: PG-13
Status: Log - Complete

( The two giants arrived at the designated time at the lab George had commandeered for herself... )

So... now we've got piles of sterile non-native Tribbles on Knowhere, right?

How many is it okay to keep before people start calling you a crazy cat lady?

[Nebula]

I know we didn't meet under the best of circumstances (story of my life), but I think the time we spent stuck together was pretty interesting. Feel free to drop by my place whenever you like; you can try more Earth Terran food or whatever.

Who: The Freelancers, Roy Mustang & Edward Elric
What: Ed and Roy see the MJOLNIR armor for the first time.
When: Evening, right after this.
Where: The Observatory
Rating: PG-13
Status: Log - Complete

( It kept the tribbles out. It didn’t keep out the Spartans. )

Where's my brother? He's not back yet. Anyone heard from Alphonse Elric? I don't

[Filtered to Freelancers & Harry]

Alight, roll call. Where is everyone?

Who: Dr. Watson & York
What: The new doctor gets a warm welcome
When: Late evening, shortly after Watson arrives.
Where: The Clinic
Rating: PG-13
Status: Log - Complete

( Oh, my. He was short. Ahem. )

Who: Edward & Alphonse Elric and York
What: The aftermath of a long day.
When: Evening, after this.
Where: Elric & Spartan Apartment
Rating: PG
Status: Log - Complete

( This was a place he never expected to end up. Resting there against York it really wasn’t that hard to fall asleep anymore. He’d found someplace safe even among the chaos that was his ridiculous brain. York’s even breathing and the sounds of North and Al near by finally caused Ed’s exhaustion to catch up with him. )

I'm willing to stay unless there are other volunteers but I do think at least one of us should.

Who: North Dakota & New York
What: Tribble killing.
When: Evening, after leaving the mess.
Where: Around Knowhere at large.
Rating: PG-13
Status: Log - Complete

( Maybe it was selfish. But they were only human, after all. )

Alright, Knowhere.

We've got something pretty big going down in about two hours. Everyone needs to use their passports and get off the head, stay off for the next eight or so hours. It's safer that way.

Anyone who stays behind when this goes down is risking sterilization. It's not a guarantee but it's a possibility. If that's not something you're worried about, feel free to stay behind and help us. But if it is, you need to leave in the next two hours. Now's a great time to visit Earth and get yourself something to eat. If you haven't used the passports before, find someone who has and they can help you.

So, several of our number here wish to end this ordeal with ice, and yet others would see it done in fire. How strange that the threat of these tiny creatures would inspire such poetry.


I am concerned, however, that our divided attentions will only prolong the problem, and it is a war of attrition that will surely claim many of us soon. Since my arrival to Knowhere, I have been dashing back and forth from here to Earth and other supply posts nearby literally non-stop - and I can honestly admit that I can go no faster and safely carry no more at a time. As my skills are not suited to subtlety, I can likely contribute nothing else to this dilemma; I will instead continue my efforts to relieve our barren stores.

Whoever is currently commanding this station must decide upon a solution. And to any who would see these 'Tribbles' spared...steel your nerve. We may yet fail to be skilled or kind enough to allow them to live.



[Edit]

A thought occurs, albeit perhaps without merit. Can we determine a way to lure them to one point? Are they attracted to a sound, or a smell? If they are all together, it would be a simple task for me to either destroy them all, or use a portal to take them away.

Delta's been crunching numbers and he's been so uptight about it he won't let me think.

We noticed food start to go missing on the 19th at around 11am, that's about 110 hours ago. The tribbles reproduce every 12 hours, with litters of up to ten. If we say it took about 100 tribbles to make that much of a dent in our food supply back on the 19th, and average each tribble having 6 babies each..

If we started with 100 tribbles on the 19th, saying each has 6 babies every 12 hours, at 110 hours.

And assuming a few have died off since then (what's the life expectancy on these things?)..

We should have about 1,007,769,600 of these things on Knowhere as of right now. By tomorrow at this time, 36,279,705,600.




We need to start killing these things. Right now.

[Edit]

Harry? Carlos? Li-Ming? James and Sirius? Am I missing any wizards?

Who: Harry Dresden and the Freelancers (North Dakota, New York, & Texas)
What: Some proper introductions.
When: Mid-morning
Where: Harry’s Place
Rating: PG-13
Status: Log - Complete

( But it occurred to him just then what a mess of creatures he was standing amongst. These were human war machines, and while he’d known that from his conversations with York and Texas both, having finally seen them in action? Well, it was hard to lose the memory. It was terrifying and they were frightening beings. )

Okay, people.

If you've got food stores somewhere, it's time to speak up. We need to put the food somewhere it's going to be safe and figure out some way to ration it. Or we need to start picking out what sauce tastes best on tribbles, because the market's entirely out of food, the mess is out of food, and the one place I had food squirrel away has been replaced by five dozen tribbles.

Who's got food? I've got hungry kids here

[Edit]

You got any, bring it to the Mess and Carlos, North or I will be there to collect it and find a safe spot for it. We'll also get it rationed and let everyone know where they can go to get their daily portions.