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Survival
Dramatis Personae Ivan, Kisha, Rasa
In Absentia	2013-11-07 (Part of Infected TP.)
Location <XS> Workshop
A large barn-like building situated at the far end of the gardens from the mansion proper, this makerspace functions as a classroom for many of the more hands-on classes. An expanse of workshop space, it is subdivided into smaller segments for the different types of activities: Woodshop, Welding shop, Machine shop, Electronics, Bike shop, Screen Printing and Photography, Fabric Arts, and the Rapid Prototyping Lab with a trio of 3D printers. The space comes complete with a large host of tools available for use, although many of the more dangerous require prior clearance from administration to use -- students with appropriate clearance to use them can gain access to locked equipment with their student IDs. From sanders to MIG/TIG welders to soldering stations to industrial sewing machines to its own darkroom, though, this space is well equipped for teaching students how to /make/. With her roomie gone rogue and the school increasingly full of sick people Kisha has retreated to the one place she feels safe. The wonderous workshop. Filled with all the things she'd need to quickly seal herself inside if the zombie situation gets out of hand and better still the equipment she'd need to design and build an escape vehicle. A couple of webcams have been glued up to the outside of the building and from inside the sounds of frantic industry can be heard. Rasa makes hir way across campus looking a little bit like a nomad hiker. Ze has a backpack full of supplies with a bedroll strapped on the bottom. A large water bottle is strapped to hir waist, sloshing about at the three quarters mark. Ze is also dressed (mostly) as a hiker, with many layers of clothes for warmth and protection, but the layers are loose and baggy to give hir space to grow, should ze need it. Hir tail is tense and swishing low, an iron red color that gives the illusion of metallic sheen between tuffs of rust. The rest of hir skin is the same colorc hair hanging heavy around hir face and roped back at the nape of hir neck. In hir hands, ze carries a walking stick that looks conspicuously like a bo from the gym. The morphipath travels with Ivan, quietly making their way away from the mansion to check out other buildings, moving slow to accommodate Ivan's health. "What do you think of the workshop? Think anything useful is in there?" Ivan's looked... better. Granted, he's still looking a lot better than some of the students (/especially/ the ones past their expiration date), but it's clear from bunched up shoulders and tired eyes that he's not been /well/, per se. He's dressed in his pea coat (a bit warm, but hey, pockets) and has a tattered black backpack slung over one shoulder, and is holding what looks to be a wooden, milk-crate sized box with a fine screen mesh over the top in both arms. It might, ever so slightly, be buzzing a little bit. His answer to Rasa comes in a shrug, and a deviation from his somewhat slow wandering to change direction for the workshop door to press a hand against it. Open? Talkative as ever. There is a little whirr of motors as the camera mounted above the door turns down to peer at her guests. "You better not be zombies," comes the voice of Kisha from a crappy speaker. "Because I have a very large drone on the other side of the door and you /really/ would not want it running you over." From the other side of the door the sounds of science stop, replaced with the low purring of an engine. "Kisha? is this where you disappeared to?" Rasa turns toward the workshop more in earnest now, frowning. Hir jaw has a large bandaid on it, covering the bite ze received on Monday. The scrape on hir arm is exposed to air as it is not very deep at all. Fingerless gloved hands adjust the coil of rope looped across hir chest, exhaling as ze turns toward Ivan. "Vanya, I think you're going to have to say something Englishy to prove we're not biting yet." Ze bends one leg to itch the other with a bare foot, which currently has only two toes and more fur than normal. Ivan's gaze darts up to the camera whirr, only now visibly with a patch of gauze over one cheek and another wrapped over his ear with cotton underneath. Kisha's voice does little to change his relatively blank expression, but he straightens relatively soon after Rasa speaks up, speaking after a quick clear of his throat, "Kisha. We are not zombies." He clears his throat /again/, looking from the door back to the camera before continuing in Russian, slightly more confidently, "{Are you alright? We're... can we come in? I have some food if you need it.}" Kisha mutters to herself. "The door is unlocked," she finally says. "Stupid teachers refuse to let me take sensible security precautions.... Sophie has gone. We were staying in our dorm and she vanished, so I started preparing to go after her and now we've been quarantined." The motor sound becomes a little fainter as the drone backs up. "I'm fine. Could use more parachute grade silk, but somehow I doubt you have an army of silkworms to hand." "Ah. Sorry, about Sophie. Was she sick at all, or do you think she just left? She was there when we found Daiki." Rasa moves and pulls the door open, letting Ivan in first, then closing the door behind them. "We've been mostly holed up in Ivan's room, but it got boring.... boring." Ze shakes hir head, seemingly overcome with boredom at the mention of it. Ivan wastes no time in entering, arms still around his faintly buzzing box. In true Ivan-fashion he says absolutely nothing now, but peers around the room before he steps aside for Rasa, staying in place as though awkwardly accepted as a guest in another person's home. Backpack and coat still on. Steady breaths, an occasional dry swallow. Once inside the workshop it becomes evident that Kisha hasn't been idle. The big tracked drone she was working on has now got a large mechanical arm mounted on top and there is a half built thing with a propellor on a central table. Behind an inner rampart made from benches and what might be barrels of water crouches the girl herself. Kisha seems in pretty decent condition all things considered, a little dirtier than usual and never far from a dozen tools which could be used as effective improvised weapons. "She didn't seem ill... Would it be petty of me to remark that this sort of thing is precisely why I don't go outside?" she asks with a grin. "I'm in the process of getting some solar panels for up on the roof, then I'm going to finish my get out of dodge plan. It's... not going to be big enough for passengers though. So hopefully I won't need it.... How're you both? Rasa you seem.. different and.. Shit Ivan is that a fucking beehive?" "What would be petty of you?" Rasa looks confused for a moment and shakes hir head to focus. "Because it's not abundantly clear if you are talking about your room or the mansion in general, and you're out of both the mansion and your room as we speak." Ze lets out a frustrated sigh and finds a place to sit down. "If you're referring to everything in general, then I'll point out that I was infected in the school, while I was being good." Ze turns hir attention toward Ivan and studies him quietly. "Escaping? Good luck." Ivan's eyes continue quietly scanning the room, even as he listens and is addressed. Plenty to see, after all with Kisha's creations. He doesn't seem terrible inclined to move closer to her, but does eventually lean over to slowly and carefully set the box he's holding on the ground. "Bee /box/." He corrects, with a weak smile that disappears as fast as it comes on, before he sinks to the ground to sit beside his bee friends. Rest time, apparently, his eyes briefly closing to say, a little flatly, "I am fine." Kisha tilts her head. "I'm only risking an escape attempt if there is no other option. Like if they decide to drop a thermobaric bomb on Westchester or if the teachers all turn. I have enough food and water to least at maybe a month, although starvation will begin to become an issue at that point. Would you care for a ration pack?" "Are they actual ration packs, like the kind you get from miltary surplus?" Rasa raises an eyebrow at the offer and considers. "I guess that makes sense. I, on the other hand, will probably just stay. The best chance of getting cured is to be near the school or the CDC, and just sending myself to the latter without knowing their mutant policy is... a terrible idea." Ze frowns. "If they thermobomb... Seems shitty that I should try to save myself when I'm part of the problem, but... I'll probably have a survival impulse later." There's little but quiet from Ivan, who does not respond to the query about ration packs beyond sliding his backpack off his shoulder to sit it beside him, one arm resting possibly protectively atop it. Only when there's a break in conversation does he finally say, habitual stare aimed directly toward Kisha, "... How are you so calm?" "When I bought the weather balloons for my blimp drone research I picked up a box full," Kisha says, pulling two silver sachets from under a bench. "They're meant for a soldiers doing a full days march. So I figure I can survive on half a day." She shrugs. "How am I calm? Easy, I don't really feel strong emotions. I keep the ones I do feel under iron control because it ensures I have the best chance at survival. Once I'm through it all I might allow myself the chance to have a little breakdown." "Huh. Well, I appreciate the offer, but our packs are full of food and the kitchen is still stocked, so I'm going to avoid eating the nonperishables. Or delayed perishables - whatever rations might be." Rasa takes the tie out of hir hair and shakes out the thick coils of hair, which is starting to look like thin dredlocks. "Ah. I... have already had a breakdown or two." It barely even looks like Ivan comprehends the answers, as he sits and his eyes flit between Kisha and Rasa. Eventually, both of his arms are deposited over the bee box, before he lets his forehead thunk in between them, onto the wood of its exterior. After coughing a few times, he stays still. "{I'm not calm.}" He proclaims in Russian, in a contradictory calm tone of voice, and hardly loud enough to travel to those in the room with him."{Wake me up when... something.}" Apocalypse. Cure. Something wants to eat his face off again. Something. "I was wondering about the packs.. It seems odd you've got survival packs if you aren't going off campus," Kisha wonders, still holding out the ration packs. "Look, take them anyway. You can eat them later and they'll provide a lot more energy than anything else you might have. If you're sick it's important to keep your strength up. Look, do you two wanna crash over in one of the side rooms? I can keep watch. Not like I'll be missing sleep or anything. The dark room they use for photography should be pretty quiet." "The worst part of leaving our room is getting trapped away from supplies. If we got cornered in a closet for a day or two, we'd be fine." Rasa rises and takes the ration packs with a grateful nod. "Thank you. Crashing would be lovely. I don't think Ivan has much more in him tonight." At that, ze slips the rations into hir bag then moves over to help Ivan to a new space to sleep.