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thebastion2014-09-27 10:46 am
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[Day 230] We're still not dead! Time to get drunk until we are
Who: Georges, you, and so much alcohol
Open: Open
When: Day 230, from noon til night
Where: Inside and outside the Distillery
What: In which planning is attempted, an obnoxious amount of booze is shoved at everyone, and Georges needs help with some things
Format: Pick your poison
Warnings: Drunk shenanigans at some point, likely
So, in the morning, Georges makes sure to stop anyone before they can go out onto the Skyway or get a bite to eat, or basically attempt to carry on with their lives like normal. With the most recent near death experience, he seems to be aiming to be more insistently friendly, apparently.
"Hey there! I got everyone together for some drinks, well, last time since we all needed one after that and I figured why not do it again? Come over to the Distillery later today, and I'll have some things whipped up! Oh- and by the way. That Ura fella, Zulf, he wanted folks to meet up and try and figure a few things out, get a bit more organization 'round here I suppose. If you could pass this around, that'd be great!"
And, sure enough, at around noon-ish Georges has once again set up some things. There are tables just outside the distillery, the largest he could manage (which is just a couple pressed up against one another) done up specifically for anyone who wants to sit around and be responsible.
For those who don't care about or don't trust themselves with responsibility, there's a couple smaller tables scattered about both inside and outside. As usual, Georges is behind the bar with a row of bottles on display. Ask him about them, chat with one another, or just focus on getting utterly and completely smashed, do as you like.
Maybe if you're chatty enough, you might even get roped into something.
Open: Open
When: Day 230, from noon til night
Where: Inside and outside the Distillery
What: In which planning is attempted, an obnoxious amount of booze is shoved at everyone, and Georges needs help with some things
Format: Pick your poison
Warnings: Drunk shenanigans at some point, likely
So, in the morning, Georges makes sure to stop anyone before they can go out onto the Skyway or get a bite to eat, or basically attempt to carry on with their lives like normal. With the most recent near death experience, he seems to be aiming to be more insistently friendly, apparently.
"Hey there! I got everyone together for some drinks, well, last time since we all needed one after that and I figured why not do it again? Come over to the Distillery later today, and I'll have some things whipped up! Oh- and by the way. That Ura fella, Zulf, he wanted folks to meet up and try and figure a few things out, get a bit more organization 'round here I suppose. If you could pass this around, that'd be great!"
And, sure enough, at around noon-ish Georges has once again set up some things. There are tables just outside the distillery, the largest he could manage (which is just a couple pressed up against one another) done up specifically for anyone who wants to sit around and be responsible.
For those who don't care about or don't trust themselves with responsibility, there's a couple smaller tables scattered about both inside and outside. As usual, Georges is behind the bar with a row of bottles on display. Ask him about them, chat with one another, or just focus on getting utterly and completely smashed, do as you like.
Maybe if you're chatty enough, you might even get roped into something.
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[But Saix cuts right to the point.]
I want to start up a training group for both newcomers and those who are only just now going onto the Skyway after arriving at the Bastion. It would be good for people who have been here for a while as well.
There's still too many people going out on their own when we know that even skilled fighters can be taken down out there, and not all of them know what they're doing. If we get some skilled individuals to teach them basic first aid, survival skills, combat, and how to just plain run away when no other options present themselves, then that's less time tending to foolish injuries at best or deaths at worst.
I don't plan on doing this all on my own, however.
[He was already the secretary with too much on his plate with the Organization, like hell he's doing that again]
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[Yep, Colin's still bitter that so few people seemed interested in getting information that could save their lives...]
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[...Basically what he's saying is that he needs someone with social skills here.]
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Corsican military doctrine mandates extensive training and drilling to be ready for any situation you may find yourself thrown into. I'm holding together so well because my ass has probably spent a century learning what to do when anything goes wrong.
I can pass on lesson plans, but let's face it, most people here don't care to listen to me.
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[It's kind of insulting, guys.]
I've been training a couple people myself, but more formal lessons are a good idea. I'm not saying we should force anyone, but knowing what their options are, who's willing to teach, might help some of the people who've been reluctant before now.
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I don't think Colin could teach a common sense class.
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So it seems that we're set for combat skills... And Colin, it sounds as though you could teach presumably anything for wilderness survival.
Who here actually knows basic first aid?
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Me. Yukio. Rosethorn. Our medical staff is a little light, in case you haven't noticed.
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Jay mentioned he had some medical knowledge.
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[He glances over their small group that's spoken up, crossing his arms.]
...Maybe one more person, and this could be a decent start in terms of experience.
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I can handle teaching. That was part of my job before. [Before, y'know... the world ended.]
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[Although he's not saying it outright, he's very much implying that he was quite literally legendary for this sort of thing and you really ought to at least let him assist. ...Or if his posture is anything to go by, he's going to assist whether anyone else likes it or not.
After a beat, his face eases into a bit of a smile.]
...And I must admit, I miss teaching.
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