Let's Get Down to Business[Open/Active]
Who: Ricardo and EVERYONE. No really. He probably went around knocking on doors to tell people so if you want to show up, please do.
Where: Parlour
When: Late Day 002
What: Ricardo's forming a civilian protection force sort of deal. Discussion of how to organize/what to do/etc etc!
Warnings: None yet.
Ricardo was generally a patient man. He was accustomed to endless days of waiting for a commander's orders or laying motionless for hours waiting to ambush a target. He could spend months travelling across an entire continent on foot without chafing at the drudgery, but this was different. One hour passed like the next without even the dark of night to break the monotony. It was just the house and the day and the dust, going on forever; glimpses out of dusty windows were the only hint that there had ever been anything else. He grew restless. It wasn't the monotony that bothered him so much as the lack of a purpose. When you lay in wait, you knew that you would eventually attack your target. He could wait until the earth turned to dust as long as he knew what he was waiting for.
That was why he came up with the idea for a militia. Night would come again, and there were plenty of people in this place who were less than capable soldiers. You could weather a normal night under siege by stockpiling water and barricading the door, but these nights lasted more than a week. If you had a few people patrolling key hallways and rooms, keeping the paths to the kitchen and bathrooms clear, then they would be more likely to make it through the night. It was a win-win situation; more residents survived, the residents maintained some sort of social structure as comrades, and Ricardo didn't lose his damned mind.
He'd arrived early to arrange the room. The chairs and couches sat in a neat semi-circle facing the hearth. He stood in front of them now, watching the clock and waiting for the others to arrive.
Where: Parlour
When: Late Day 002
What: Ricardo's forming a civilian protection force sort of deal. Discussion of how to organize/what to do/etc etc!
Warnings: None yet.
Ricardo was generally a patient man. He was accustomed to endless days of waiting for a commander's orders or laying motionless for hours waiting to ambush a target. He could spend months travelling across an entire continent on foot without chafing at the drudgery, but this was different. One hour passed like the next without even the dark of night to break the monotony. It was just the house and the day and the dust, going on forever; glimpses out of dusty windows were the only hint that there had ever been anything else. He grew restless. It wasn't the monotony that bothered him so much as the lack of a purpose. When you lay in wait, you knew that you would eventually attack your target. He could wait until the earth turned to dust as long as he knew what he was waiting for.
That was why he came up with the idea for a militia. Night would come again, and there were plenty of people in this place who were less than capable soldiers. You could weather a normal night under siege by stockpiling water and barricading the door, but these nights lasted more than a week. If you had a few people patrolling key hallways and rooms, keeping the paths to the kitchen and bathrooms clear, then they would be more likely to make it through the night. It was a win-win situation; more residents survived, the residents maintained some sort of social structure as comrades, and Ricardo didn't lose his damned mind.
He'd arrived early to arrange the room. The chairs and couches sat in a neat semi-circle facing the hearth. He stood in front of them now, watching the clock and waiting for the others to arrive.