Pack Filter*
Something is happening.
*ooc: if you're usually included in those, assume you can see this!
*ooc: if you're usually included in those, assume you can see this!
Check in. Is anyone missing?
I don't think anyone got pulled this week. No one from the theater before I left last night, anyway. So where and when should I meet you, assuming I'm right?
I have a feeling this is going to get worse before it gets better...is there a loft in that barn of yours? Think we could relocate to the barn, if so?
Because I have a feeling this is going to get a hell of a lot worse if this is the flavor of the week, I think the three of us should take on a human charge, in case time becomes of the essence, since we're faster. Elle, you take Allison. Scott, Stiles. I'll take Lydia...and let's hope we don't actually need this to resort to, huh? I'm checking in with Erica to see if she has space for us on higher ground.
You're back at 100%, right? So I don't have to worry?
If they're going to keep this shit up, we're going to flood. We should start working on gathering supplies while we still can. In the interest of not being an unintentional asshole for once, rather than delegating, I'd rather you guys volunteered. Two or more on any given run — no one goes alone. We need one run for food, one for the hardware store for sheltering supplies, because I doubt if any of these buildings will be safe from leaking, and one for miscellaneous supplies, like blankets, extra clothes, whatever. Any takers and for which runs?
Come on, pack up your stuffand that stupid goddamn dog, I'm taking you to the theater. Yes, you're riding piggy back, and no, you don't get to argue. It's too deep out there and there's a lot of debris. It'll be faster if I just get you there.