Who: Tish and OTA What: Making sandwiches with the intent to share with everyone Where: the complex kitchen When:present day, dinner time
Tish imagined that the stress created and aggravated by this place had gotten to everyone in some kind of way. She’d done a fabulous job of concealing it, but there wasn’t an hour of the day that she didn’t want to just pull out her hair in frustration and cry. She was ordinary with no useful skill set or superpowers and sometimes, though she did try to help out, felt useless. There was a way to fix this, though, she had decided. If she felt useless then she would just have to make herself useful.
One thing, one skill she’d gleaned from the real world was the ability to craft a variety of sandwiches. That was her job, after all. She’d gone through two loaves of Wonder Bread making sandwiches for anyone who would eat them. They were no gourmet work of culinary art, but she figured that hungry people wouldn’t mind. She organized the little sandwiches in a neat pile on a big dish. Tish eyed the plate and smiled a little.
Tish reached for her cellphone. She hadn’t used it since Lawrence was roped off from the rest of existence by the government and briefly wondered if that would affect reception. She was only using it to post on the comms, inviting people to the kitchen for a break from the chaotic mess they lived in.