May 07, 2011 12:18
[ Alex is standing in the middle of the mayor's office, wearing a short-sleeved shirt with a black tie and slacks. He didn't have the foresight to bring a proper suit to work today, or a least that's the impression he's trying to give. You can't see the bags under his eyes, and he's doing his best to look authoritative instead of tired, and the lull in panicked phone calls has afforded him enough time to make this announcement.
You can see a little Mitchell Hundred playing on the desk. He has some crayons and blank printer paper. ]
By now you might've heard about this little problem we're having today. I've been on the phones for the last few hours trying to pacify whatever situations I can. I...I think I'm the only one who came into work today, other than the boss here, but he never technically went home. [ He points to the Mitchell, who in turn balls up a piece of paper and tosses it at his head. Alex shoots him a glare, then continues on with his spiel. ]
Nonetheless, I'm gonna keep things running as well as I can, but I can't do it all from here. First priority is to reestablish the supply lines. We don't know how long to expect this to last, but we have to be sure we're not going to end up going hungry. So, I need anyone who can drive a car to report in. I don't care if you don't have a CDL, or even a regular license, as long as you're willing to learn and can handle yourself behind the wheel.
We need to check on the utilities, make sure we're not going to run out of water or power any time soon. So, if anyone has experience with either of those, we'd appreciate the help.
I haven't managed to get a hold of anyone on the police force just yet, so if someone could reassure me that we still have one, that would be great. I'm not worrying about how th schools or stores are going to stay open right now, let's just take care of the basic amenities first.
We can do this, we've got what it takes.
[ There's a crash behind him as Mitchell pulls one of the drawers out of the desk and it clunks to the floor. Alex shoots a glance back, worrying that might've been the one with the guy's freaky ray gun. That's nothing to leave in a kid's hands. ]
Mitchell! What have I told you about that!
[ He looks back at the comm and pushes up his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose. Now you can see the bags under his eyes. ]
And could someone please take Hizzoner off my hands?
[ooc: replies may be oocly delayed, i've gotta fcbd to catch! ]
† alex wilder | n/a