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First. Everyone should stock non-perishable food and water. More than you need. And carry some on you, if you can. Those who remained themselves kept possesions on their person when they switched over last time. I will prepare small packs for anyone who would like one. Volunteers who wish to do the same may meet me in the kitchen after the end of dinner shift.

Second. Medicines, if you need them. Can the infirmary provide small amounts of disinfectants for everyone? I will make up suture kits, and if anyone does not know how to sew, I can teach you. It isn't difficult.

Third. Everyone should arrange signals with those they trust, so those who have not been remade can recognize each other without being revealed. We should also share anything that might help those from this reality gain our confidence and cooperation if we are changed - many there would have overthrown it if they could.

TW for suicidal themes/plans/contingencies )
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[Marsh is still very, very skinny, but there's less ash on him now. His tone isn't suspicious, just matter-of-fact.]

Okay. The adults are all talking to each other, we should too. How are things with the green lady and the pool guy so far? Has the fishface guy actually hurt anyone yet, or was he just growling? Anybody else proved they're dangerous?

The kitchen on the first floor below the...open level with the really weird sky, it's closed up now, but there's always some food in the room nearby that. There's a lot of people around there sometimes, though, so if you want me to leave food in an empty cabin for you, just say.


[Spam, anywhere]

[Marsh doesn't skulk. When he isn't shadowing Kelsier or Ryan, he keeps his head down, but doesn't hunch. He picks his steps, keeps his eyes on exits and cover, but he doesn't hug the walls. He moves briskly and quietly and parses out eye contact sparingly. He's a kid who doesn't matter, a kid who has every right to be here, who is doing something unimportant but probably necessary. Not so small and shy as a target, but nearly as much of a ghost.]


[Spam, dining hall, odd times.]

[He found a plain canvas satchel in the room where he woke up - his room, supposedly. He's not thinking about it. But it's good for storing pastries and the weird fruit things. He doesn't stuff the bag, doesn't act overexcited or surreptitious. Just tucks away several things, and moves on. He'll be back in another circuit or two. The empty rooms make good places for spare caches, as far as he can tell.]


[Spam, deck, earlier on.]

[He thought this would be an okay place to let the bird fly around a little. But it's - weird. Really really weird. He's not going to be sick but he maybe needs to sit down and hold onto this bench with tight white knuckles for just a minute. And it turns out the bird can't fly yet, so he's just kind of holding it. It ruffles and settles itself in his hand, seemingly content, and it's very small and warm and kind of fluffy, even if it looks really ugly. There's enough pellet food in the room to keep it for awhile without sparing crumbs, so - he will, he decides. In a minute he'll stand up and go back down and his legs will not shake at all.]

[OOC: replies will come from [profile] whipersnapped.]

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