“Maybe soup? I figure we need to eat these vegetables, there’s stock, and if we water it down so we can split it up more…” Charlotte trailed off. “I never really cooked at home. I helped my parents cook, but that’s not the same thing.”
Yeah, when you do that, you’ve got an authority to look to, who can help you know what to do.
“It works. Prepare some rice from the supplies, since we have more than enough of that. Bulk it out. We have a lot of mouths to feed.”
“Okay.”
All she wanted to do was stop. Instead, she stepped into the living room, where makeshift beds had been arranged with piles of blankets and sleeping bags.
The momentum keeps her trucking.
Only two kids were sleeping there, both clearly brother and sister. It was as much privacy as she was going to get. She plucked the satellite phone from her pocket.
Oh right, I forgot they’d have phone contact with Skitter.
So when is this, exactly? Has the PRT’s jamming stopped?
This scenario wasn’t what she’d expected, on any level. Even as Skitter had explained the job duties as being helping out, rebuilding, organizing, Sierra had maintained doubts. She’d been waiting for that one job where Skitter tested her limits, asked her to do something a little dangerous, something morally ambiguous.
Tried to turn her into a villain…
That’s Tattletale’s MO, though, not Skitter’s.
It would be subtle, or it would have consequences she wasn’t immediately aware of, but it would set her on the road to something darker.
Or both.
If you were working for Tattletale.
Except it hadn’t happened yet. Even the scope of what she was doing here caught her off guard. There were innumerable dead, and yet more people forced out of their homes by the fires Burnscar had started. It seemed like everyone was walking a narrow line between banding together as a community and killing one another.
Yikes.
Has the miasma even happened yet? Are we in the past, seeing how the miasma caused the civilians in the territory to act?
It felt strange to identify as one of the key people who were pulling for the former. She was organizing everone, keeping in touch with the groups handling the other cleanup jobs and working tirelessly at the hardest and most unwanted jobs in the hopes of inspiring others to keep going.
You’re doing a great job.
When the smell of shit and rot that accompanied the dead got to someone, Sierra was at their side, helping calm them down, always ready to name another place where they were needed.
Taylor made some really good choices of people to hire as her right and left hands.
Krixwell Liveblogs 