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[godischange]

Lauren was outside, contemplating the dead sky and earth, wondering how the world could be reborn from this seeming corpse.

Could be patrol time, or she could just be out in the open air. You make the call.

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[cpttightpants]

Mal's hand twitched over the side of his long brown coat that covered the pistol in the holster at his hip. The ground crunched beneath his feet as he stepped outside and around the building where he found a woman standing alone. "Didn't mean to disturb. Just lookin' about." He said, starting away from her.

[godischange]

Lauren remarked, "Well, I doubt we're going to come across tanks of solid oxygen or hydrogen just lying around, so thinking of other ways to improvise."

She thought for a moment, "There's some. I think we've come across a lot of debris. Might be something that hasn't dissolved in the rain, or being burnt up that is."

[cpttightpants]

"What 'bout human waste. Know where that goes?" Mal asked curiously.

[godischange]

"Well, plumbing's up, sewers probably work still. I know there's an engineer who heads it. Harper isn't it?"

[cpttightpants]

"Ain't rightly sure. Don't know many folk here and don't really have an itch to know 'em either." Mal said. "Some waste can be converted to fuel, know that much."