The Survivors' Club

[finalgirl]

It's been quiet for a few days by the time Claire starts asking around. She'd realized after the events in Becky's Raccoon City that they'd never sat down as a group and talked about what'd happened at the mansion, and in Raccoon

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[starspointman]

Chris shows up, walking through the beach house door. He's carrying a steel briefcase, and dressed in simple blue cargo pants and a white t-shirt with an RPD STARS patch on the right sleeve.

[finalgirl]

Claire points mutely to the case of Budweiser on the kitchen counter.

She knows how he rolls.

She herself is seated on the couch in the living room, which she's turned around to face the room, with a glass of bourbon.

[starspointman]

Chris smiles, then walks over and grabs a bottle of beer.

"Hey, Sis. Anyone else show yet?" Chris asks, popping the bottlecap off on the edge of the table. After a nice, healthy drink, he sits the briefcase down on the floor at his feet and takes a seat on the couch next to Claire.

[finalgirl]

"You're the first."

She sips some bourbon and settles back against the couch.

"This is going to be sort of uncomfortable."

[starsmedic]

Yeah, there's Becky #1. She looks markedly unhappy and plops onto the couch. It's easy to glean from her posture she's not looking forward to this.

[finalgirl]

Becky #1 gets a glass of bourbon poured for her.

Claire's not looking forward to it either.

[starspointman]

Chris waves to Becky when she sits down.

"Heya, kid. Thanks for showing up."

[starsmedic]

Becky gives Chris a miserable nod and takes a swig of bourbon. Maybe this'd be easier to handle with some of the edge off.

"How's it going?"

WOW, enthusiasm mediocre, Becky. God.

[starsescapist]

There's Jill! She plops down on one of the couch's armrests, dog-earing a page in the old book she brought with her. It's about... swordfighting, oddly enough.

She doesn't look too excited about the upcoming discussion, but... it's best for everyone to be on the same page, right?

[starspointman]

Chris looks over to Jill and smiles.

"Heya, Jilly Beans. Good to see ya! See, I told ya I'd come back in one piece."

[starsescapist]

She sets the book in her lap and grins in his direction.

"And I told you I'd be fine. How are things?"

[starspointman]

"Good. The usual, you know."

Chris continues the smile, then gestures to the kitchen.

"Beer and bourbon is in there."

[pro_voice]

Hunnigan arrives, without a tape recorder, but with a polite, unobtrusive smile and a handshake.

She'd almost forgotten the bewildering part of the Nexus: that these people had a fresh and personal history with what, to her, was remote. Raccoon was something that was largely wrapped by the time she entered federal service.

She intends to make up for the slightly intrusive feel to her presence by helping STARS retake its place.

[starspointman]

Chris gives a friendly nod to Hunnigan when she enters and winks. This was the time to reveal his plans. After they had a nice long talk, anyway.

[pro_voice]

Nice? Try "horrific." Hunnigan smiles back. She does not go sit in the corner, but she does quietly greet those she knows and then places herself out of the way.

[starspointman]

"Make yourself comfortable. You're in for a long night."

[unavailable]

David arrives suddenly and unexpectedly with Tammie in tow. He looks... rather freaked, especially for him.

[starsmedic]

Becky gets up to go say hi, but looks confused when she sees his expression. Tammie just about jumps into her arms.

"...what's the matter?"

[unavailable]

"Umbrella took a run at me in fuckin' broad daylight," David says. "You got a Plan C for Tammie?"

[starsmedic]

Becky looks at a loss for words, then remembers the child in her arms who is clinging to her and dazedly shakes her head.

"I guess... I don't know. We'll... think of something."

She carries Tammie over to the couch and sits back down.