[After a few nights up in Joe West, things were looking... decent.  As decent as things could be with the Mist hanging all over people.  Sweet had spent some time treating what he could, but there wasn't much he really could do.  Most of the teachers had a good hold of themselves, even with the nightmares.  Only one seemed out of whack, an he'd ( Read more... )

[Sweet's been around.  Gathering supplies, mostly.  Medical things were something he couldn't afford to leave behind.  He'd figured out enough in the small amount of time he'd been here so far that when the fences go down, it means something bad.  They had students to protect, yeah.  That's why they're in the bunkers.  He didn't volunteer to go ( Read more... )

[Sweet happens to be looking over class lists.  He wants to know what's going on, mostly so when he's walking around campus, he knows where to stop into at what times.  But then he spots one where the title grabs him immediately.  His eyes bolt for the line where the instructor's name is listed.

Of course.  Lieutenant Helga Sinclair.  He shouldn't ( Read more... )

[BZZZT. Well look who we have here. It’s a big, sturdy man with a big old smiling face. He’s just turned the comm. device on, and now he’s backing away from the screen and threading his arms through a big, white lab coat.]

Hey there Academy. Students, staff. My name’s Sweet. Joshua Sweet, your resident doctor. I know most of you have ( Read more... )