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Name: Ancient Outpost #5
Location: Big South Cape Island
Map Location: X
Details: One of the oldest bases, established pre-1999. Coded runics don't work there: it's currently all off the grid, running off of cruder but more powerful runesets.

Detailed Tasks: These will vary depending on the base. Bold ones will take the most amount of work to complete. Mists can, of course, focus on any task, and cross-department work is encouraged, if you have the interest. Felicia isn't picky.

• Establish portal - life, death
  
• Establish safe camp outside base, if necessary - moon, all
  
• Clear monsters, if necessary - all
  
• Establish perimeter - life, death, sun
  
• Activate security/alarm system - death
  
• Establish power source(s) - life, moon
  
• Establish pendants - life, moon, death
  
• Repair base exterior - moon
  
• Repair base interior - moon
  
• Repair base plumbing - moon
  
• Establish radio coverage - life, death
  
• Set up cell signal piggybacking - life
  
• Set up intranet - life
  
• Set up surveillance - life, death

Clyde was not exactly idle, in fact he was working. After the last whatever it was, he had yet more things to repair and clean up than ever before. (During the event he had some how gotten trapped by debris, but the time he got out, he found more broken thing and the light house had blown up. OK then. He just took it as normal for here.)

Anyways, he was just clearing debris and whistling as he worked. He looked to be in far too good of a mood to be a guy working.

Early August 2015

God. There were too many books in here, and okay. She'd given, like. Most of them back. Really! She'd just also checked one of them out, because from the records, Felicia knew that Delacroix had done this whole shebang a favour.

Or like, several favours, considering the ground-breaking work she did. Deus was behind in technology these days, but she'd done her ******** damndest to fix that. That, and a whole bunch of other stuff that seemed pretty cool. Good job, Delacroix. Good job.

As it turned out, even years later, she was doing favours for hunters. Some of her records had lists of viable bases, older ones that hadn't yet been converted to use the more modern stuff that folks use.

Huh.

Well, the good Doctor had totally given Felicia permission to like, do things. What time was there like the present?

Basically

She pumped her fist eagerly, glad to have captured one soul to do her dirty work for her. "We're g-going from one island...t-to another island! B-but the weather's mild, and it's r-real remote. Like, uh. G-gotta go in and out at m-most once a day, and c-can't pendant out-- yet! W-we're g-gonna...work on that!"

Felicia took a moment to flash Clyde the double thumbs in in a move that was meant to be reassuring.

"Anyway! I h-head out tomorrow AM. M-meet me at like, s-seven am in the main HQ?"

It was early in the morning and Kyle was seated at one of the tables in the cafeteria with his food, nodding off in between every other sip he took of his coffee. Things had been hectic on Deus ever since the incident that separated the Life building into two. While the Sun was more than happy to help by taking on more infirmary duties and tending the injured, it was an entirely different challenge altogether when what separated each patient now was canvas instead of the concrete walls that they used to have.

Picking up his fork, he speared the sausage that was on his plate, taking a bite as he slouched over the table in his current semi-asleep state.

It took an entire of five seconds for Kyle to register Zeke's presence, the Sun's actions sluggish as he gave an acknowledging grunt and bobbed his head up and down a few times at the Mist's words. "... you'll think that with the budget that the organisation has, certainly they can afford to invest in better coffee to ensure that we remain productive."

Pausing to take another sip from his cup, he made a disgusted face and slammed the cup down onto the table. "I'm getting my own the next time I get off the island. This just tastes like sewage mixed with ******** rat piss..."

Rise and Shine

Felicia hugged the wall sleepily, sipping coffee out of a thermos. At the sight of Clyde, she waved sluggishly.

"It is," she moaned, "w-w-w-waayy too early. Ugh." She yawned again, handing the coordinates of the island to the tech. Behind her was a wooden pallet loaded with supplies: a variety of basic runic supplies: lanterns and flashlights, construction tools, band-aids.

...A lot of band-aids. A tent, an icebox-- the list went on. Enough for a day's stay if they had to stay overnight, although she was just planning for the worst.

Felicia turned to Clyde, shrugging a little. "There's a uh. Sp-sp-spuh-specific drop site we gotta go to, and they n-needed the coordinates really p-precise and s**t. So we g-gotta get back there at six local time, or we'll have to w-wait till the next day. We're gonna have m-mostly mob clearing to d-do, and p-picking out a good, safe spot a b-bit away from the base."