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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.
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.
