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([personal profile] time_goes_by Mar. 27th, 2013 11:20 pm)
Who: Janie, OTA who know about the secret lab
Where: University shelter
When: A couple of days after the Mertz Incident

Janie had worried about where to set up a secret lab, and was glad that Chester's suggestion seemed to be such a good idea. She got onto campus with no problem, and most of the people there were used to seeing her, since she spent time at the lab and the library, and well, anywhere where she could possibly learn something without angering the professors. Getting to the shelter wasn't a problem either.

The hidden and mostly forgotten room was a mess, however, and there was no way they could do any work in those conditions. Janie told everyone that she worked as a maid, but to be honest, she rarely worked. The house would stay messy until Phillip complained too much, or important company was over. Sometimes she burned meals, and she'd even refuse to cook if she had something else to do.

Today, Janie realized she'd actually have to work hard, but she didn't mind. The lab needed to get into shape, and she was the first one there. After plugging a record player into the wall, and starting a jazz album at a very low volume, she moved the few supplies that were down there, and dusted high surfaces, then worked her way down.

The soft sounds of jazz filled the room as Janie swept the floor. She grabbed the broom, and spun (as if she was dancing), then stopped when she realized that someone was coming in.
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([personal profile] time_goes_by Mar. 14th, 2013 09:31 pm)
Who: Janie OT Gloria
Where: Lab


Hearing about the loss at the lab really upset Janie, and for a short while, she wasn't sure what to do about all of the lost work. She felt a little pride in actually having done something, especially because it might be able to help people. She realized that was the kind of thing she wanted to do with her life.

Once she was over the blow, however, Janie realized that she had notes. She took lots, and lots of notes, and even tried sketching pictures when she could. She researched at home instead of dusting or putting roasts in the oven, and took notes on that. Phillip had plenty to say about her blowing off more work than usual, but Janie brushed it off.

She realized she had to copy her notes, and give them to Gloria. It might or might not help, but she had to try. The lab notes were copied carefully in black ink, while her own research was copied in red. She was working on a lab report, but it was only half finished, and she felt the notes were more important.

She drove to the college, and walked to the lab, carefully knocking, and hoping that Gloria was there, and would accept the two notebooks.
Who: Janie, OT Bridge Club
Where: Katie's
When: Sometime after Founder's Day

One thing that confused Janie, was how normal life seemed to be. She thought everyone would be running around, preparing for the worst, and instead she was expected to do chores. That was a little abnormal since she only did chores when she wanted to, but it still seemed off to her.

Lynn was asking to go over Nica's, and Phillip was planning to go to a meeting outside of the city if traffic wasn't too bad. So Janie headed over to Katie's for Bridge Club. Well, more for the lemonade, but the company would be nice too.

She knocked on Katie's door, hoping that at least her friends would be sane, and making plans for whatever was next.
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: Vito OT Janey and all
WHEN: Prior to the mayhem
WHERE: Seth Arms

Vito pulled up outside the gun shop and crushed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

"Okay," he said, "here's the deal; 12-gauge is very common, ammunition is cheap. We need to get several ... let's say ten guns ... and as much ammunition as we can fit in the trunk. We can come back for more tomorrow, if we don't clean him out, and I suspect we won't ... this place looks like it's probably really well stocked."
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.
To all appearances, Katherine Wilson was the picture of domestic tranquility in a blue gingham dress, setting the table for the weekly Bridge Club meeting. Chester had gone out to conduct business, taking the car with him, and as usual, Katie was left alone with her thoughts while waiting for everyone to arrive. The pickle jar full of 'Liberty Lemonade' was already set up on the table, as were the cards, but truthfully, she was in no mood to even pretend at playing cards today. She was, truth be told, deeply frightened.

She'd tried to suggest to Chester that maybe they should consider taking a romantic trip out, of course, and of course he'd refused - almost scoffed at the idea. Katie didn't know much about what was going on, but she knew that scenes like the road north of town and the gas station were the sorts of things one usually only sees in gangster movies, and combined with the stories her friends had told of the strange hunter in the woods... well...

She paced the living room, too worried to clean, and waited for people to arrive.
WHO: Vito and Janie
WHEN: Friday afternoon
WHERE: Texaco station

Vito kept up his smile for the customers, but they were far and few between today which gave him ample time to brood in the office.

He didn't like brooding in his office, but it seemed that the entire staff of Ray's Sunoco, a little further up the highway, had been massacred by Soviets, the FBI was watching traffic out of Pleasantdale, and Janie had almost ... what ... walked to New York the other night?

It was a lot to handle, and he still wasn't sure what it all meant. He knew it meant that he needed more guns, and more hands to hold onto more guns. That Rex character who was going after Nica ... he seemed eager enough to learn. Vito would have though twice about bringing the kid into the Family business, but this ... ? This was something altogether different.

The bell dinged as a car pulled up out front, and Vito looked up to see the Studebaker he'd sold to Janie, rolling to a stop just outside the door.
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.
WHO: Nicam tag Katie and whoever else might be around
WHEN: Thursday afternoon
WHERE: Katie and Chester's house

Nica spent her school day talking to Lynn about what had happened at the camping spot, and about the dead man who wasn't dead, and then wouldn't die. She didn't talk about it with anyone else; she hadn't seen Rex or she might have flirted with him again, poor guy. He was nice ... And there was Juice, but she would go see him later and give him all the gory details. Literally, gory details, complete with blood and ichor. She didn't know exactly what ichor was, but if anything she'd ever seen was ichorous, it was poor Stu.

Anyway, it crossed her mind that maybe not everyone she knew and liked in Pleasantdale had heard about what happened. So, on the way home, she stopped off at Katie and Chester's house, hoping that Katie was around. Books clutched firmly in her left hand, she knocked at the front door.
Gloria wasn't sure what to make of all of this. The body in the cold storage wrapped in chains, the people, the mysterious disease. She was pacing around the secondary lab where she had the body because she didn't want it around her animals and this lab had the storage. She was waiting and hated it. Waiting for her professor, waiting for the people who helped her grab this thing and watching the door to the cold storage warily. Even though it was a reinforced door that thing scared her. She would never show it but she was afraid and uncomfortable. There hadn't been any sounds from the other room so she assumed the body was still secure.
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([personal profile] time_goes_by Jan. 10th, 2013 10:15 pm)
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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