Subject: Edward watched people scrabble for chalk at my feet...
Posted on: 2010-08-31 22:06:00 UTC

...for a moment and then continued the orders. "If you don't have a place to sleep, find one and set up there. Don't set up on the roads that are being marked out, and try to take up as little space as possible. When the Ypurs come, they'll be bringing medical supplies, but no medical personal. If you've set up your stuff and have any first-aid experience, go to the far end of the chalk road on my right and start setting up...whatever you need to set up. If you have a gun and can use it, bring it and come here. I don't mean you know how a gun works, I mean you've used one before, maybe even had some training. If you know how to use one but don't have one, come here anyway. If for whatever reason, you have one but don't know how to use it, give it to us to use. Mark it somehow so that we can give it back to you after this thing blows over."

"If you've finished setting up, can't do first aid, and can't shoot, help someone else. If there's nobody else to help, which I doubt, I saw some folding tables laying around. Set them up on the far end of the chalk road to my left, like a buffet line. When we get supplies, I want them to be handed out orderly!"

He stepped off the soapbox and sat on it, aknowledging the growing, but still worryingly small, pile of munitions at his feet and the similarly sized group of people. They were a ragtag bunch, but that description could serve for the whole of the PPC. I took a deep breath, winced, and prayed to Whoever might be listening for this to blow over like I said it would.

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