Week 1, Day 1 of Take Aim & Give

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[ This Murmur post comes through edged with a jittery mix of nerves and excitement, dulled slightly by a thread of exhaustion. The image of Sharon that flickers into view carries a kind of easy, almost lazy professionalism. ]

For those who don't know me, I'm Sharon da Silva, and I'm here on behalf of Silco to ask if anyone's interested in helping build out safe rooms across the city. His idea is to have places people can duck into when things go south. Somewhere fortified, stocked with a bit of supplies, first aid, maybe a place to sleep. Not meant for long-term stays, just enough to hold out until help can get there.

You don't have to contribute to use them, obviously, but the more hands we've got, the faster this gets done. And there's plenty to do—scouting locations, reinforcing them, stocking supplies, maintaining them, marking them on maps. It's a lot of work, but these places could end up being the difference between life and death. For any of us.

[ She hesitates just a beat, then adds: ] And for those of you who are new, things will go south. [ A breath leaves her, and there's a faint flush of embarrassment that ripples through the feed. ] I once ended up locked in a bank vault. Would not recommend.

[ She leans back slightly as she starts to wrap things up. ] If you've got questions, comments, concerns—drop 'em here. Someone involved will get back to you. Or you can reach out to Silco directly if you'd rather talk to the man with the plan. And if anyone wants something in return for helping out, aside from you know, doing a good thing and helping everyone in the city, I can offer a taste of home. Canned food gets old fast, and I've gotten pretty damn good at recreating meals from people's memories.

[ With that, she flashes a small, cheeky, if tired grin, and the post cuts out. ]

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private.

[sorte]

[ he's laughing... with her, absolutely with her! very good natured. ]

Oh my, a bank vault? That sounds like a great story.

[ but then, his voice is more serious offering a sincere compliment. he sounds proud. ]

Well done here, Sharon. I can offer you supplies for first aid amongst other things if you tell what you'd like in there— although I can't read the medicine bottles and packaging, so you'll have to verify those things.

private.

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Eh, just the classic tale of one too many Hosts, and a desperate bid not to get turned into one of them. Cooper locked us in while I was panicking, so... [ just a touch of embarrassment. she didn't handle them well at first.

but, oh, the sound in his voice makes her flush. ] Thanks, Aven. [ really. ahem. ] We don't need anything insane—just the basics to start. Bandages, alcohol wipes, gloves, tweezers, and maybe some pain medication. We can stock them better over time if we have the items to spare.

[oversize]

I'm new, put me to work. ( he sounds amused, but not disingenuous. )

Whatever is the toughest, or whatever others want to do the least, I'll do that. Idle hands, something something, and all that.

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Damn, you're easy. [ playfully. no, she's pleased to see a newbie offer to help. ]

I've got a feeling that reinforcing the rooms will be the toughest job. You up for that?

[potentialman]

If you let me know where they go up, keeping maps current would be easy to manage as part of what I already do anyway. I'd definitely want to get them noted when I give people the map via the Murmur, but I do also try to maintain some physical copies with all notable changes, too.

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Shit, Megumi, that would be great. I'll keep you updated on them, along with their progress and potential locations. And if you have any ideas for them, don't be afraid to drop them on me.

[trashblaze]

[ Caelus is already a known contributor, but he's responding because… ]

Sharon, are you okay?

[ She sounds exhausted, even the way she smiles looks exhausted. ]

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[ she definitely didn't expect anyone to catch that, but maybe should've—especially caelus. ]

Ah—I, uh... I might've died again in the dream. Fucked up in the maze.

[hallowedly]

...you cook! ( Gasp. ) You've never cooked for me.

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[ he's much too good at this act ]

I can only cook the basics, actually. [ she makes killer boxed macaroni & cheese. ] My offer is strictly illusions—make that can of ravioli smell, taste, and feel like whatever home-cooked meal people dream of.

here but not here tether ping.

[opheliac]

[ oh hey, sharon said some stuff. that's cool. she watches and listens, throws peace sign then melts away in fatigued, swollen, & phantom pain wounds central. goodbye. ]

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[ go back to sleep, silly. ]

[vixenish]

[ she, very noticeably, does not reply to this for more than a day. Sharon will absolutely know why. even in the murmur her voice is hoarse, tired. but reply she does. ]

I'll help. I've already built safe rooms. Several. I can lend expertise and supplies.

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[ The fact Lortel even manages to find the emotional wherewithal to reply is both a surprise and deeply appreciated. She drapes along their tether, enveloping it in a gentle heat, as if to ease some of her pain. ]

I can't tell you how much I appreciate that, Lortel. [ Between the loss she's suffering, and her uncertainty regarding Silco, this means a lot. ] Whatever you can offer will be amazing, but don't feel like you have to rush. Take some time, okay?

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[ingestion]

I'll help.

( there's a brief pause before she spoke again. )

You know of a place called Happy Burger? Anyways they make a mean double-patty burger. Think you can recreate that?

( clearly she still hasn't connected that the other person whose from silent hill was sharon. )

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[ Heather's voice catches her off guard, a fragment pulled straight from memory. A wave of familiarity hits, accompanied by a nervous hum that vibrates a little too loudly across their connection, but Sharon is quick to reel it back, steadying herself. ]

Yeah, I can do that for you. I won't even need one of your memories to do it. I always liked the one with the fresh jalapenos. [ As if this were casual and her mind isn't racing. ] I've been craving it since I got here.

How'd you like yours? With everything on it? [ Sharon always peeled the floppy tomato and wilted lettuce off, but even that doesn't sound bad these days. ]

[sacral]

I can ward the rooms against threats. The spells would have to be reapplied every so often, but I suppose that's true of any maintenance.

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[ Oh! ] Holy shit, really? That—That'd be amazing, Subaru! I assume you've warded rooms before. How often would they need to be reapplied?

[sculptedash]

Dude. You got locked in a bank vault and didn't invite me?

I thought we were friends.

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Haha, Ash. I can lock you in one if you want. [ That's what friends do! ]

But I didn't make the decision. I was running in panic, there were Hosts everywhere. I was lucky Cooper was there. His quick thinking saved us even if it meant we spent hours trapped in a tight space with glowing fungus.

[zauns]

I appreciate your assistance, Sharon. Your knowledge of the city and its other inhabitants is truly valuable.

If anyone needs the answer to a question you can't provide, send them in my direction.

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[ O-Oh. Mmm. She likes that. ]

You got it, Chief. [ Edged with something a little playful. ] I'm glad you could trust me with this.

[rootlessly]

That's an amazing idea. I'd be glad to help.

[He sounds so earnest about this. You could almost imagine a puppy dog wagging its tail.]

What would you need?

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[ Oh, he's so earnest, so enthusiastic. It's cute. ]

We'll need a lot of things, but especially hands when it comes to fortification and setting everything up. You think you're down for that?

[deflagrate]

A bank vault? How on earth did you get out?

[merged]

We had to wait a stupidly long time for the Hosts to disperse, but then I just called for help on the mask.

A lesson to always carry your mask. Never know when you might end up trapped for hours in a tight, dark space with a cowboy.

[fatedfinality]

Was there anything fun in the bank vault, at least? I've heard those things are so fortified there's no signal on phones...

But I suppose our brain waves aren't quite the same. Hopefully, you were able to contact someone and get out before too long.

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We were down there for hours. [ And hours. ] But, yeah, the masks don't seem to be hindered by bank vaults. Got in contact with someone the moment the Hosts wandered off.

I did get a gaudy jeweled necklace out of it and I learned how to crack a safe. [ ...never mind she didn't successfully open any of them, but still! she learned! ] I think it was time well spent.

[cursedvessel]

You can count me in! I already spend a lot of time wandering around, gathering up things that seem useful. I might already have a couple of location ideas too.

[Not like there's much else to do aside from fighting Hosts. Which is what makes having an actual purpose too good of an opportunity to pass up.]

And I don't need, like, payment or anything. But I wouldn't mind being able to have a real bowl of ramen again.

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Awesome. We're lucky to have you aboard, Yuji. [ The more location ideas, the better. God knows how many won't work out. ]

I can't promise a real bowl of ramen, but you won't notice a difference. All I'll need is a good memory of you eating a real bowl of ramen, and then I should be able to mimic everything about it whenever you want it. Scent, taste, texture. It'll be just like the one you'd had back home.

[tinflower]

[ Oh, Sharon! There's a good feeling (if with a slightly dull feeling accompanying it) in Gorgug's head, and he lets the imagery and all that occurs with it like he were watching a video. Inside his head. That offers food.

An offer that lingers there, but he can't even feel a craving in a stomach he has (though there's an annoyance in that, a frustration). He tries not to let that distract him though, as he reaches out for that connection--to Sharon, or just to this connection she's made. Faceless himself, but at least with his own voice: ]

Hey, uh... Sharon? Can you hear me? Am I doing this right?

[ Hello? Hello? Is this on? ]

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[ It takes Sharon but a single moment to pick up on the familiarity of the connection— ] Gorgug! Yeah, I hear you loud and clear. You're definitely doing this right.

It's kind of weird, isn't it? Takes some time to get used to.

[Not here]

[cantilevers]

[He's tracking this.]

[licencetoheal]

I can of course contribute some first aid kits.

Although it might be prudent to provide some kind of generalized basic aid training to everyone. Anyone might have to bandage a wound for themselves or others.

I'll have to figure out what form it could take. I might be able to just find some kind of guide in the library and make copies now that we have some power.

And include those in the kits as well.

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Shit, that's a great idea. [ She wishes she'd thought of it. ] I doubt we'd need to get super detailed on any guides, but even the basics would probably be some help to someone at some point.

Do you have any other ideas we could add to the kits? I figured suture tools wouldn't be a bad plan.

[hasitsthorns]

Once again, my size might come in handy! If you need any help getting to any hard to reach places- I'm your gal! I'm also pretty fast, so, y'know. Just point me in the right direction and I'll get going.

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Then welcome aboard, Miss...?

[dogmetaphors]

I'll help, however I can.

And I'm a decent cook, if I can get my hand on fresh produce.

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We'll get you sorted, then. Appreciate it. [ They're going to need all hands possible. Mo Ran will likely be good to help with a variety of things, but she leaves the exact roles people are slotted into to Silco. ]

It's too bad fresh produce is so rare. I think I heard some people have started a garden, but I don't know how well it's been going. You wouldn't happen to have a green thumb by any chance, would you?