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 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.
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.
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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: Maxine, open to all
Where: Marchese's Texaco
What: Maxine gets her car fixed

Maxine considered herself quite self-reliant, but there were times she had to admit that a professional was needed. She could change her own oil, but when the car started making knocks and pings it was time to bring it in for service.

The car hadn't been new when her and Joe bought it, but it was gently used. And they'd tried to keep it in good condition. After Joe died, Maxine had kept the ol' girl going on her own. She'd considered upgrading a time or two, but she couldn't bear to let go the car where her and Joe had gone for drives together and made plans for a future that would never come to pass.

She pulled into the lot of Marchese's Texaco ,the knocks and pings continuing a moment even after she turned off the key. "That can't be good," she said to herself as she got out of the car. She patted the car affectionately. "Don't worry, they'll get you fixed up ol' girl. They always do."

Maxine headed in to the service area, hoping that they weren't too busy to fix things today.
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