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: OTA!
Where: The Keller house (A large Victorian House)
When: Evening

Janie wasn't surprised when Phillip asked her to do something in addition to her list of things to do regarding the campground incident, including helping in the lab, getting set up for shooting lessons, and getting supplies. He wanted to throw a dinner party for something he'd done at work. He asked that she hire a catering service and send out invitations.

After getting more information from him, she discovered that his company had discovered a way to make cheaper transitior radios. They would sell for $29.95, and the company was certain that would increase sales.

She thought the party was nice, but knew that part of it was to alleviate some of the mystery of the place. Phillip's family had once been rich and well-known, but over the years they had begun to fade into obscurity. When Phillip's pretty wife died sixteen years ago, he closed off the mansion and was rarely seen until several months ago.

Hours that could have been spent learning how to kill things, or studying so she could understand more science were spent cleaning, closing drafts, and giving out invitations. She was sure to give Mr.Chow one, since she was rather fond of the grumpy old man, almost begging that he come to the party. There was the bridge club, because they were her best friends, and all of the high society people, since Phillip insisted on it. She also invited Gloria and the people she'd seen around Rev.Templeton's church. Lynn was instructed(against Phillip's wishes) to invite as many friends as possible.

She was told not to invite anyone from the Texaco, so of course, she did. It would be a lively party, and she hoped to get her friends alone for at least a few minutes to talk about things.
Who: Janie, OT anyone who was at the campground
When: Afternoon
Where: Fred's


Janie was fairly restless after the situation with Stu, and she felt she had to do something. She'd written everything down that she could, and from that made a to-do list. One thing on that list was talking to Fred again.

He'd been the one who gave them the bad specimen, which led them to going to the campground, so he should know what happened. She was also going to ask about the hunter, and if he had any idea who it could be, or if anyone was with him.

She called every phone number that she could and told them that she was going to Fred's to get the test, and tell him what happened. Phillip was annoyed that she had done even less housework than usual, but Janie brushed him off after arguing over the car.

"Here we go." she said, just as they neared the path to Fred's.
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Who: Janie, Open to anyone
What: Janie wants to follow up at Fred's
Where: Fred's

After making a few phone calls, Janie decided that it was time to go to Fred's, and see what he had to say about the 'rabies'. Part of her was curious about the animal, and another part of her wanted to see what a taxidermist's place looked like.

Sending a sample off to the college lab was really more for her than for anyone else, because she wanted to see what it looked like. She liked learning about as much as she could, and Phillip never worked with anything organic.

Now, she and the poor souls that she had convinced to come along, were near Fred's. They just needed to work out a plan before approaching the place. Janie did realize that Fred probably knew they were on their way (since people like him seem to always know those things), but chose not to say anything to anyone else.
Who: Captain Mystery, open to all
What: Meet Captain Mystery before the show!
Where: Silver Skies Drive-in

Quen'd heard the ad broadcast over and over for weeks, on local radio and PTDV. There were also posters posted everywhere from the Grand Union to Chow's Chinese Emporium. Now the first night of this grand town spectacle was finally here, and the Silver Skies drive-in was packed.

Here he was, dressed in his his full show regalia - captain's hat, swirly black cape and shiny wingtip shoes over his best dress clothes. As a concession to Christmas, he'd put a sprig of holly in his cap. The elves, local high school cheerleaders who were ga-ga over working with Captain Mystery, were doing more giggling and bouncing than actual work. Thus it was up to Captain Mystery himself to hand out the goody bags, with a smile and handshake to every man, woman and child who came up to get one.

"Greetings, and happy holidays!" Big smiles, shake the hand, listen to the person go on a while about the show or Christmas or the movies. Nod appropriately. Hand over the goodie bag. "Be sure to tune in this Saturday for the Captain Mystery holiday special now..."

Quen generally enjoyed interacting with the public, but between the giggling and squealing of the elves and the kids running around on sugar highs (damn Albee's idea of putting so many sweets in the goodie bags!), he was developing a bit of a headache. Still he smiled his bright showman's smile, and offered his hand to the next person in line.

"Greetings, friend. Merry Christmas!"
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