[written]I don't suppose anyone has measured just how deep the snow is now? There haven't been long enough breaks in the weather to allow the snow to melt significantly
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[One of those rare written responses from the Slayer. Usually, she neglects to reply by writing. Usually, she's a lot happier to just blurt out her answers whether the original message was written, spoken, whatever. But this time? Oh, she's mixing it up a bit. What else is a bed-confined girl to do?]
Snowed in? That happens?
[The words do come slowly. After all, her right side is the injured one.]
[So rare in fact are the Slayer's written responses that Albert may not know it's in fact her responding. That is, if she isn't projecting her image through the journal, too.]
It has not happened yet, no. But we should always be wary when the Malnosso can change the weather on a whim.
[Oh, there's definite projection going on. The journal, propped on her knees in a way Doctor McCoy would doubtless tell her was not conducive to healing, is facing her--looking composed but tinged with a bit of exhaustion.]
What if it happens? Is it enough of a worry to need a contingency plan?
[She's...unsurprisingly less wordy and run-off-at-the-mouth when she writes. Saves effort.]
[She leans forward, flattening the journal for better purchase to write with.]
New Feathers. Of course. And those flimsy little outfits they arrive in can't be a big help. Shame this place doesn't have a bunch of snow plows hidden away somewhere.
It certainly would help -- when you start patrolling again.
I'm sure the Blue Rogues and other volunteers have some measures in place. Everyone just needs to be attentive in general. [Especially with such distractions as residents causing bodily harm to others.]
[Eager to be of service, the next message is scribbled back rather quickly.] Extra eyes can't hurt. I'll be sure the pass the message along. Last thing we need is to find New Feather popsicles come spring.
My thanks, Buffy. Do be sure to take measures for yourself as well. For example, taking inventory of wares in your house. [Because he and Raine can be ridiculously orderly, they had taken inventory of their house items back in November and been trying to maintain those habits.]
Would someone be in charge of bringing the power back? [He's thinking about the amusement park, since that's the only extended example of modern technology he's had.]
Snowed in? That happens?
[The words do come slowly. After all, her right side is the injured one.]
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It has not happened yet, no. But we should always be wary when the Malnosso can change the weather on a whim.
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What if it happens? Is it enough of a worry to need a contingency plan?
[She's...unsurprisingly less wordy and run-off-at-the-mouth when she writes. Saves effort.]
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[Sometimes he likes to have some faith in humanity.]
Those who don't normally live within the village, and any new arrivals, would be most at risk.
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New Feathers. Of course. And those flimsy little outfits they arrive in can't be a big help. Shame this place doesn't have a bunch of snow plows hidden away somewhere.
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I'm sure the Blue Rogues and other volunteers have some measures in place. Everyone just needs to be attentive in general. [Especially with such distractions as residents causing bodily harm to others.]
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[Turns out even a slightly broken Slayer can still find a mission she can manage.]
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At least if something does happen, the journals will be a help. The bonus to here having no electricity? Can't have power-outages.
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