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Day Eight - Afternoon
Who: Sid Jenkins and OTA
What: Following the Doctor's orders
When: mid- to late afternoon
Where: The theater
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete; dropped



You're a leader now, Sid, the Doctor had said. Something to the effect, at least. Sidney Jenkins was, first and foremost, a follower in life. All through his life. The idea of having to take an initiative was bad enough but to take one that seemed like it was fairly important was almost too much for Sid to take. The easier thing would be to pass it off on someone else, but he couldn't think of anyone who would want a burden like trying to play a shepard to a bunch of scared and/or aggressively angry people. With that thought, Sid decided he was probably the last person who should be leading anyone.

Still, the least he could do was at least start clearing the rubbish from beneath the stage. If people needed to hide, it was just as good a place as any and it'd be easy to barricade, as there was only one way in or out - a small trap door in the green room.

The idea that they'd be in more danger hiding in a place like that briefly crossed Sid's mind. That perhaps they'd be even more vulnerable in an enclosed space; sitting ducks. He didn't say anything about it, though, because it wasn't his place, he didn't think. Instead, Sid just sat on the stage and waited to see if anyone would show to help him. The hell he was going to drag all that shit out from under the stage alone.