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Out in the prison yard, just a little before dusk began to settle in, The Boss had called for all the survivors to gather. He had something of an announcement of sorts to make. Perhaps among some, this gave a sense of unease. Was something wrong? It had to be something wrong, right?

While he waited for the crowd to gather, he looked on around as he stood on top of a crate with his arms folded over his chest. In the very least, he appeared calm and relatively relaxed.

After a little while, once it seems like everyone was all there, he began to spoke up.

"It's been a month since hell broke loose in Delta. All of us here? Survivors. We've lost some good men and women along the way, but we're still here. And hopefully one day, we'll get past this whole mess. I've been at the lead, with Micky, here. But I realize we can't oversee everything and everyone. So I've decided to change things up a bit. Make things a little more structured. All of you, whether you're a former inmate, former staff, or just some unfortunate sap who happened to find your way here, get to have a sort of fresh start. Everyone on even ground to begin."

He took in a breath, waiting before continuing.

"Some of you might have already begun to focus on one thing or another, but I'd like to push that further. Build yourself up and pull your weight enough, and you might find yourself in a place of minor leadership. Once you're ready to go down this path, you'll be considered a recruit. Do enough, and you'll become an officer, a position where you can oversee small groups of recruits and civilians. From there? Well, the best can become lieutenants. Those who lead the officers and report a little more directly to me."

Another pause.

"Maybe with this extra structure, we'll boost our chances of making through this hellhole alive. Together. Any questions?"

Meetings reminded him of school assemblies. That thought always made him feel older than he was and so he stood with his arms crossed and a sourpuss face among the others. At least everyone else was quiet. A step up from grade school.

The thoughts left him as The Boss began to talk and he looked at him directly, nodding a bit. Even ground? Kaethus didn't think of it that way but he kept his big trap shut for the time being. Last thing he wanted to do was to crack a joke in a situation like this. The Boss had made a skewer out of the Undying and Kaethus didn't want to be an encore performance.

Leadership? His body language perked up at it. I could do that. Kaethus thought as romanticized images flashed in front of his eyes - only to be dashed quickly by the last words. "Meh." He shook his head, but it hadn't completely disillusioned him. A question stirred inside and he blinked, feeling his arm slowly move into the air.

Kaethus no, Kaethus what are you doing, why is your hand up- The hand was pulled back down. Damn grade school thoughts. He cleared his throat.

"Yeah, where do you need the help at?" He said loudly. It seemed a decent question to him, though internally it was because he wasn't really keen on being somewhere where he could potentially find himself dead. "Since y'know, some of us have skills in one spot and not in another." Nailed it!

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OOC

Character's name: Kaethus Lazaris
Character's faction: Prison
Character's journal link: [ #130 ]
Character's survival stats: View
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER22 years old, 5'10'' with long brown hair and blue eyes. Wearing his jumpsuit with the sleeves tied around his waist, white tanktop showing. A joker, full of himself but jumps into things and doesn't back down. Occasionally a dumbass. Criminal backround mostly in pickpocketing and shoplifting.

Blade Kuroda

Sorry if it multiple quoted you, I had some formatting snafus LOL ;;

She hadn't been expecting there to be a meeting called, and Sylvi couldn't help but feel nervous anticipation as she waited for the Boss to begin speaking. Frankly, she hadn't a clue what this was going to be about - had there been some news from the outside world? Had a situation with one of the other factions arisen? Had they - s**t, were they running out of supplies?

Somewhere, in the most optimistic part of her brain, she almost, almost managed to hope for some good news. Help was arriving and the situation would soon be under control.

She didn't quite manage that hope.

And then The Boss was speaking, and she abandoned her train of thought to listen to what he had to say; whatever it was, it had to be important to have called everyone down.

It was, but not quite anything she expected. So, they'd decided to work on the infrastructure. She nodded approvingly, listening to the words - this was a good thing, something that would only strengthen them as a faction. And it'd give people a sense of purpose, she gathered, something to focus on other than the obvious.

She might even go for it herself. What would be the harm in giving it a try? If they didn't think her fit, nothing more would come of it and no harm would be done - but maybe she could actually do some good here, help out.

It'd be good to have some structured purpose, she figured.

At the question, Magnus focused in on the one who spoke up. It was one of the former inmates.

"I'm glad you asked. Right now, there are four areas that could always use work. Consider these the divisions. There's medical, which as you might guess, deals with anything medical related. Security, to help keep this place secure and defensible. Supply, for those bold and skilled enough to go beyond the walls and gather things for the group. And the kitchen. It might not sound like much, but getting food prepped and the like is just as important. They also need to make sure everything is still safe to eat and the like."

The Boss turned to Shaun next, as the next question was asked.

"Starting now. For those who are already skilled and such in certain areas, I have no worries that you'll find yourself where you need to be in little time."

"Right now? More food and clean water is key. We can't defend ourselves properly if our bodies aren't being kept up. Aside from that, I would say making sure this facility is secure," Magnus replied.

"Of course, better equipment is always useful. This crate I'm standing on has a couple of supplies inside. Unfortunately, I don't have enough for everyone right now. Perhaps in time, we can work on that much."

The Boss hopped off the crate and pulled it open. He pulled out a knife, and idly twirled it before stabbing it down onto the crate's top. The next thing he grabbed was a sweater.

"How do you all propose we figure out who gets these?"

Monica had been quiet for a while, but it was hard to get her to be completely quiet in any situation - which was probably a weakness in some cases. In this case, she stepped forward. "Organization definitely sounds like a great idea," she beamed. She certainly thought it'd lead to a leg up versus the other factions out there. Personally she thought she'd do best with gathering supplies, if she had to do something - she was small and kind of hard to notice, and fast enough that she could get away from danger. She hoped.

"I like that idea," she said, nodding over to Diana. "But maybe we can like...spin a stick in a circle and see who it's pointing to? I think it'd be bothersome to collect enough sticks for all of us when they don't have a practical use otherwise."

She paused. "But I also think it'd be worth a shot to distribute supplies to people who've shown they know what to do with them." So perhaps...they should get working now.

Magnus glanced down at the two items he had here. Well. He hoped everyone here knew what to do with a sweater...

"We'll work with both of those suggestions. One lucky person will end up with the sweater. As for this blade... Well. Step up and show me what you can do. Try not to cut yourself."

Athena attempted to show off her knife skills--

But she was accustomed to using them to slice open patients, not use them as a weapon. It was less than impressive.