Who: PCs surviving the Founder's Field Massacre
When: After the Founder's Day celebration came to an abrupt end
Where: Founder's Field

"Chester, have you finished your bomb shelter?" Janie asked, catching Fred's attention as Chester - the fellow who was married to that nice church girl who always brought in good baked goods for the bake sale - replied, a bit unsteadily, "Well, the town one near us is-- no. It's still unsupplied. Erm."

"You should try to get supplies," she began. "I've got some stocked, but... Philip thought I was making up tales."

Fred cleared his throat. After what he'd just seen, he figured he might as well bring it up. "... I've got a place, if you folk need a place to hide. Ain't much to look at right now, but this ain't much a time to put carpet on the walls. It's got some food, some water, and enough ammunition to last till Judgment Day and then some. 'Course, anything you want to bring to help, or anything you might want to advise on the subject, would be good. I've just been stockin' based on what I read in the pamphlets."
Who: PCs surviving the Founder's Field Massacre
When: After the Founder's Day celebration came to an abrupt end
Where: Founder's Hall

"... where -is- the mayor?" Chester inquired, looking around with a slight air of concern. Between what had just happened and what Mr. Marchese had just told him and the realization that their town's state of civil defense readiness was definitely not equipped to handle this, Chester felt that something had to be done, and although it pained him to admit it, perhaps Katie had been right about wanting to start preparations. Now there were neighbors with trunks full of shotguns and Communists charging out of the woodwork and stories of government cleanups and Soviet shootings, and apparently more than one person was willing to vouch for what had originally sounded like a crazy excuse to take a holiday.

Well, sir, Chester Wilson wasn't about to stand for it. He spotted the Mayor through one of Founder Hall's windows, and strode for the building. If the neighborhood was going to hell and the Communists were on the doorstep, by God, he was going to do something.

He just wasn't entirely sure what, really.

For now, though, that something was 'speak to the Mayor.'

"Mayor Tuttleford! Mayor Tuttleford -- we've cleared out those damn Commie freaks," he called as he headed in. "What are we going to do to protect the town?"
Who: PCs Surviving the Founder's Field Massacre
When: The night the fight came to an end
Where: Joseph's Home

After getting home and making sure that the gun shop owner was paid in full for the gun (and orders for more ammo for the one he had just bought and the guns he already owned), Joseph set about to his next task, finding his younger brother and making sure that he was alright.

It didn't take long. It turned out that Wesley had high-tailed it from the Founder's Day celebration and hidden in a friend's home. Joseph told him to simply stay put and he'd send the driver to come by and get him in the morning. There was no point in his brother leaving a place that was already safe, right?

So, the next thing to do was get drunk, at least in Joseph's opinion. It was also another reason he had told his brother to stay put. Still, he didn't want to be alone tonight, so he had put out a few calls to the people that he knew and even fought together with today, inviting them to come over if they so happened to want to do so. Sitting in his study, he stared at his glass of scotch, not quite ready to down it yet for whatever reason.
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