A Statement of Emergency

[katherine_the_great]

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?"

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[katherine_the_great]

Chester looked thrilled - either because the Mayor remembered his name, or because he'd finally gotten himself placed in charge of something seen as important - and nodded. "Yes, sir. FCDA office is up the street - they've had stocking the shelters 'on the list' for months now, but by golly, this ought to give them a kick in the pants. And we can use the Grand Union and Sunshine Dairy to stock for supplemental food and water needs."

[time_goes_by]

Janie, who was a little shocked at all that had come to pass, quietly walked into Founder's Hall, praying that everyone was still safe inside. When she realized that they were, she slipped into the restroom to gather her wits, and see if she could clean herself up at all.

The dress was silk, and all she succeeded in doing was to make it look worse. Finally, she stepped out, and looked around to see what was happening.

"Mr.Mayor. What can I do to help?"

[pleasantdalers]

The mayor looked Janie over from head to toe.

"Take yourself and any children you may have home, miss. And get your menfolk to come volunteer to help Wilson and Marchese here.

Work on stocking up your home shelter if you haven't already."

[time_goes_by]

Janie laughed. She hadn't meant to, but after the battle outside, the mayor's words seemed ridiculous. And Vito was her 'menfolk', if she didn't count Phillip (but he'd gone home before any of the mayhem started).

"I'll get right on that, Mr.Mayor. Since I'm defenseless and all. I'm sure glad all these menfolk are around to save me in case anymore commies come biting. Unless it happens on my walk home. I sure hope you have a gun."

[katherine_the_great]

Chester commented, in an aside, to Janie, "Actually, perhaps you should gather the 'bridge club' and go discuss your home preparations together. I'm sure Katherine must be a mess of nerves right now and I really don't have time to make sure she gets home alright, but if all of you are together I suppose you'll manage."

[time_goes_by]

"That's actually a good idea, Chester. Thank you. We should be alright, as long as we're together."

As long as they were together, Janie repeated to herself. That meant that she shouldn't try to leave town again with Lynn.