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[camouflage]

Not gonna begrudge anyone who wants to pander to over-inflated egos, but while we're stuck here we should be doing something useful to ensure everyone can survive.

- first-aid: Do you know it? Do you have a kit prepared for an emergency? Is there anyone here who has ACTUAL medical training?

- food & water: What's safe to consume? Has anyone encountered something that made them sick? Have we figured out how to safely use the apartment appliances just in case other people get trapped here?

- surroundings: Do we have a map of the area? Has anyone run into any other dangerous places besides the arena?

- defense: Are you capable of defending yourself if you're attacked? If not, I can at least help with that. If anyone else has any experience training personnel in combat, you should make yourselves available for people who need help.

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[swill]

[Oh my god why is there so much to read-]

Oh, oh- me!

Pick me- I have actual medical training. There's even a snazzy little clinic here. Find me some red paint and I'll draw a big red cross on it for easy finding.

[The other bullet points on that list only drew a big IDK from him so.]

Or you can hope for the best and pander to the blond over-inflated ego and maybe, just maybe, we can get an actual hospital in here with real equipment and everything. But if anyone only wants to begrudge then who am I to tell them otherwise?

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[camouflage]

[the video feed switches on over john's end, but he doesn't pick up the phone from where it appears to be strapped to his belt. hawkeye can get a nice, waist-height view of the park if he chooses to continue being on video, but john has no interest in staring at his phone and recording his reactions.

he's stubborn like that.]

Probably should advertise that to the people at large. Maybe put it out in a welcome note to newbies if we get anymore.

[he's nearing the river, maybe contemplating fishing. or going for a swim. who knew??]

I'm not sure I trust what the blond kid is selling enough to start...laying things on an altar for him. If his word's any good, then maybe I'll consider some pandering.

[swill]

Does that mean you'll be the one making me business cards because it's such a hassle to find anything other than Pre-K quality construction paper 'round these parts. [But no, no, he gets it, alright? He feels real lousy the times it's brought to his attention, too.

Still.

His attention's on the scenery this guy's showing him. Hawkeye doesn't understand why not just show himself. The park's new. He hadn't wandered away from the city center enough to know they even had one. The river though-] Ohh, so that's where that is. Do me a favor? Throw a message in a bottle, sign it BF Pierce.

[But back to the matter at hand.] It only takes a minute. What've you got to lose? Nobody knows anybody here. Your reputation's safe. Nobody will know you're really a ditzy optimist on the inside. If he makes good on his promise- good. If not then we've all got a reason to have him drawn and quartered next time we see him, like the good, level-headed, and civilized people we all are.

[camouflage]

Sure, find me a pen and paper.

[because paranoia, mostly. he knows that all these posts get recorded on the network, for late perusing, and he really doesn't want his face on it. just in case.]

And sorry, me contributing has nothing to do with how people view me. It's more about playing with fire. I don't want to be the one responsible for adding to some power I'm not sure won't turn around and burn me the first moment it gets. [john starts to follow the river downstream, curious about where it empties out. he know it stems from the lake in the middle of the city, but that can't be the only large body of water around here.] But thanks for being a guinea pig.