roll call

[boldboimler]

[The man that's on screen doesn't look as uncomfortable as he could be. After all, the showers in the Cerritos are communal. But he sure is feeling vulnerable chilling here in only a sheet, in an area where only a short time ago there were monsters.]

[Every so often he arches his back slightly in discomfort at the itching, crawling sensation there. (This is worse than the Borg parts. Worse than even the implants on his face.)]

Okay, we should probably do a role call? Who's still here? What's your name?

Also, what skills do you have that could be useful here? We need to figure out what we need to survive. Delegate tasks. The supplies around here definitely seem to be thin on the ground. They're not going to last forever.

We should also probably share intel about anything useful we find as we look around. Or anything the AI shares with us.

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[evendeathmaydie]

[With how competent most of the people here seem to be, there's a temptation to overcompensate; to puff his chest up, and admit he'd been fighting monsters and helping to protect his town since he was 8, but he swallowed the impulse. Was it really cosher to brag about doing something that would have had you six feet under a hundred times over if you weren't immortal? Probably not, right?

Instead, he swallows his pride and sticks with the few skills he considers dependable.]

Hey! My name's Keni, and I'm pretty good at figuring out how to fix shit, I can sew if we can find or make some needles and thread, and I've helped out enough on farms to know how to plant shit.

I'm also pretty decent in a fight.

[There's a temptation to joke that he could also make for good canon fodder if all else fails, but he bites his tongue on that, too. No telling how everyone here might take that. It could ring alarm bell for some, or worse someone might take it seriously.]