Where: Pleasantdale Players
When: Three days after the Founder's Day incident
Who: Katie, OT Quentin, Joseph

Katherine was reasonably hopeful that she'd be able to catch 'Captain Mystery' at the theater in his off hours. While most blushing schoolgirls had need of 'Captain Mystery' for reasons of the flesh, her interest in finding him, or that nice man Joseph she'd met at Founder's Day, was much less carnal and much more pragmatic. She needed someone who could identify a clever ruse or act from a display of honesty, and if anyone would know about putting on masks and hiding your true intentions, it would have to be an actor.

She and Chester were still angry at each other, and as such she came alone; considering what he'd said and done after she brought up the idea of investigating the hospital, she wasn't interested in being on the receiving end of his anger if she presented another idea in front of him that upstaged his need to feel clever. Besides, it was nice to dress up and feel pretty and not think about how bad things were right now.

Now, where to find them...
Who: Katie, calling students and prospective chaperones for a field trip (including Nica and Vito, Janie and Lynn, Georgio, Rex, Maxine, Chow, Meredith, Gloria, and anyone else who comes up)
When: Two days after Founder's Day
Where: Katie's Home, eventually Chow's store and Pleasantdale Valley Hospital

Katherine was in a foul mood, truth be told, as she carefully applied her makeup in the mirror. It had been one of their worse arguments to date, possibly the worst ever, and with all that was going on at the moment, just giving in and letting Chester have his way - with his opinions and with her - hadn't been on the table this time around. For once, neither of them had gotten a pleasant night's sleep.

Chester had stormed out to go busy himself with 'important civil defense matters' - which Katie presumed translated to 'wandering around with a pistol in his pocket feeling like a big strong man and berating others about their lack of preparedness' - while she was left to 'clean up the mess she caused'. Appearances were important, after all. He'd brought one of his display suitcases with him - perhaps he also planned on making a few sales while he was out.

She already had a plan of attack in mind for the day - mind you, one she'd mostly conceived on the spur of the moment as an impulse, but she'd had time to think about things while walking Elena home, and the wheels were turning in her head even as she masked her unhappiness under concealer and lipstick. There were people injured during the attack at Founder's Hall, and with all the evidence her friends had gathered and what they more or less assumed from what they'd seen, whatever had diseased those townspeople who were doing the biting was likely to spread to the bitten. If they were still being treated, then perhaps her more scientifically inclined friends could learn more, and at least everyone in their little shelter group would be 'in the know' as to what was transpiring.

The group had sounded eager enough to go along with her idea regarding how to get a decent-sized group of people into a usually well-contained area -- organize students to work on a report for their classes about the harm caused by the attack at Founder's Hall. Her bridge club could be in charge of submitting the report, or at least aspects of it, to the local newspapers; those they trusted could be brought along as 'chaperones' to excuse the presence of people who don't normally belong in a hospital. All that was left was to round up students and their 'chaperones' and to organize a little field trip. If only Chester had thought of the whole idea as anything more than a pretty little mouth wasted on talk.

She studied her composure in the mirror, and smiled. Nothing to be seen here, move along. Just an American housewife keeping people out of trouble. She practiced until the sides of her lips matched up evenly, until they looked genuine. Then she put away the makeup, gave the mirror another practiced smile, and headed for the phone to start making calls. First, round up students and chaperones. Second, visit the hospital and start digging for information.
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: 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: 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.
WHO: Nica and whoever shows up
WHEN: Early January, afternoon
WHERE: Marchese's Body and Motor

Nica hadn't hit the best grades last semester, so Vito had insisted that she spend a little more time "being responsible." Said responsibilities revolved around three hours, every afternoon, at the cash register of the service station, dividing her time between alleged studying and ringing up whoever stopped in to buy a treat or a map. Vito was out at the pumps, in his coverall, to gas up any cars that happened to pull in; also, to keep an eye on Nica and ensure that she at least looked like she was studying.

She did have a book propped open, American History II, with a big flag and and eagle on the cover; inside the book was propped a Wonder Woman comic, though, and her bottle of Coke was currently getting more attention than her homework.
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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