towerofanimus | the wheel is spinning me [Bitty Brigade Meeting]

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the wheel is spinning me [Bitty Brigade Meeting]

Characters: Ken Amada and anyone 14 or younger!
Setting: Room 5-07.
Format: Whichever works for you!
Summary: It seems these meetings are getting pretty regular... anyway, the Bitty Brigade meets up in order to discuss keeping people warm and not sick.
Warnings: None I can think of?

It takes a while, but finally Ken drags enough blankets into the empty room to satisfy himself. He wants to keep everyone warm... and while he doesn't like them, he's gathered a bunch of the nutrition bars too and put them on one of the empty chests to serve as a makeshift table.

Now all he has to do is wait for people to come join him. Hopefully it won't take too long... he wants to go back to bed.

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Jay felt sort of...ridiculous, walking in to a meeting specifically targeted by the younger members of the tower. But he wasn't about to discredit the power of children to gather information- that would be hypocritical.

Still, he let his hair down and left his jacket with Sayaka (even if she was too proud to wear it), knocking and peeking his head in to 5-07 with the most innocuous and nervous face he could muster.

"Um, excuse me. Is this where the meeting is being held...?"

Ken nodded at the boy, waving him in.

"Yeah, it is. I'm Ken. What's your name?"

Romeo brought some blankets too and some clothes that didn't fit him anymore, there might be some people smaller than him who could use the extra warmth.

He wasn't himself though, as well as the shivering and occasional sneeze he kept zoning out, his eyes filling with terror before he blinked and seemed to come back to the room he was in.

"Hi Ken..."

That... was worrying. Ken made sure Romeo was wrapped in blankets before he talked.

"If you're this sick you should probably be in bed. You didn't have to come."

Romeo shook his head, "I wanted to come, we gotta make sure everyone is okay!"

He broke off into coughing. He didn't want to be alone either, which was another reason why he had came, because people died of being sick and he kept seeing awful things.

"... All right. If you want to fall asleep though, that's fine."

He hesitated a moment, and gave Romeo a pat on the back. There wasn't much else he could do, really.

"I'm okay..." When Ken patted him on the back Romeo leaned on him, closing his eyes for a moment. "Are you sick too Ken?"

Yamato didn't exactly want to be walking about while feeling so awful, but despite his attempts to isolate himself from the rest of the tower - and the worst of the symptoms of this illness - he was getting cabin fever on top of the flu. A brief walk to the meeting would be fine, exchanging of information, sitting down, able to steal a quick nap...

Yes, that worked.

So here comes Yamato, in his kimono since that was warmer than the yukata, a bit sniffly and drowsy looking, knocking on the door to the room. When the door opened, Yamato cuts to the chase.

"I heard there was a meeting, Amada?"

Ken nods and ushers Yamato inside, offering him a blanket. "There's some nutrition bars for you to take too, if you want them. I think we're just waiting for a few more people to show up before we start."

Yamato's pride prickled briefly, but he did take the blanket. He was cold, and he wasn't going to sit in suffering because of stupid pride. He immediately wraps himself up in it, giving a small sniff as he wrinkled his nose in disgust at nutrition bars.

They tasted disgusting.

"Hrm...what if they have the more, uh, severe symptoms?" Some people were going absolutely batshit. Yamato preferred to stay far far away from those lot.

There was another one here who felt pretty ridiculous walking in there. After all in spite of looking only twelve, Jr. was kind of much older. Yet he kept acting and thinking pretty much like a kid, so why not. That and as a recent arrival, he had to socialize a bit around.

So Jr. walked in and looked around. He wasn't as sick as some of the other around, simply sneezing at times due to a minor cold.

"Hey there! Is this where's happening that meeting I've read about on the network?"

"That's right." Ken held the door open for him. "There's some blankets and nutrition bars if you want them. I'm Ken, by the way. What's your name?"

Any ridiculousness Pokey would have ever felt at walking into the bitty meeting, he'd gotten rid of long ago. Back in Mayfield he'd ended up working with a group of kids who'd decided to band together as well, at first for the protection being with a group could provide him in a pinch and later out of a genuine desire to help them. To reciprocate the friendship he had been shown by them, though it had taken him such a long time to recognize it as friendship.

For now he stared blankly as he tried to chase those other kids voices from his mind. To try and ignore their screaming, and pleading, and cries for help among the sounds of machinery grinding, and the crackling of fire, and the wet tearing. Every now and then Pokey brings a hand to his eyes, pressing it against them, as he dots out any building tears in the hopes that it's more inconspicuous than wiping his eyes.

It's stupid. It's not even real. The voices can't be real. It's just a trick the Tower is playing on him and nothing more, just like Mayfield would do. But why did it have to be so goddamn real sounding? Part of him questions why he bothered to learn empathy or friendship or love in that dumb town anyway. But it's pointless questioning it now.

He blinks his bloodshot eyes once or twice, wiping an arm against his nose to wipe away some of the snot before looking around at the others at the meeting.

"From all the others here, I'm gonna go ahead and assume this is the meeting place I read about so I won't go about the usual of asking.

Instead, I'm kinda curious how many are usual in this group. And if anyone else here has an experience with being in crapsack situations like this one."

Which he's guessing the answer is yes, but he'd rather here it from others than assume.

"It depends what you mean by that kind of situation, though I've dealt with some pretty bad ones at home, and I've been here about eight months." As for the number of people... Ken thinks about it for a bit.

"It depends. Anywhere from about four to ten, but we're trying to grab more people to come regularly."

"I mean having to deal with seriously bad crap. Considering the places I've been, it's kind of been a repeating them."

"So not all the kids in the Tower attend. Alright. How long have you guys been trying these meetings?"

"A few months. We just started having them more regularly. I'm trying to get everything organized, and especially get combat lessons started." Which he tried once and not many people showed up to... maybe next month he'll try again.

Once everyone's gathered, Ken stands.

"All right. So... first of all, is anyone sick or knows someone they're around a lot who's sick or having a really hard time with the cold?"

It had been 43 minutes and 28 seconds since Jade had shown up at the meeting, and she had currently tangled herself up in blankets. Her mind had been far too pre-occupied for any sort of pre-meeting socializing.

She'd wagered she'd been late anyway, given the time between when the post went up and the time the leader kid chose to speak. Aaand she was still too preoccupied to do more than just sniffle and raise her hand in response to the question.

Romeo doesn't raise his hand, but that's because he doesn't seem to be listening to Ken, instead he is staring at the far wall a look of horror in his eyes trembling.

"..." Yamato refused to admit weakness, even if it was clear he was suffering from a minor flu. In comparison to everyone else's symptoms, Yamato thought he was getting off easy. A wary glance to Romeo's terrified expression told him that.

"I believe Romeo is," he said after a pause, when the boy in question didn't move to indicate himself at all - or be aware of reality at that moment.

"I think we can guess most the people here are sick." Pokey snorts a little, shaking his head. "With how close people are going to be in proximity to each other in the stupid tower, the virus is traveling like it's in a friggin' drag race."

He keeps his eyes down, wiping at his nose. He's hoping it'll make it look like he's just fighting illness, and not blinking away tears still. Goddamn voices.

"The best thing to figure out is how sick everyone is and what they're effected with, and if there's anyone who isn't bad off yet keeping them away from the ones who've got it worse. And if possible have them pay attention to the most sick so they don't....get hurt."

Pokey wasn't sure what he was going to say there. But "don't get hurt" in the end was the best way he could think to phrase it.

"... Yeah." Ken himself is shivering a bit, but it's more due to the cold than anything else. "Romeo... what's going on?"

If any of the symptoms were similar, at least they'd know what to look for...

"As for everyone else, you need to drink water and rest as much as you can. If you need food, ask someone - don't try to get it yourself if you're just going to end up falling over. We need to keep an eye out for anyone showing dangerous symptoms - I mean aside from just the normal weakness or throwing up or being shaky. We don't know exactly what's going on, but since it's Jason's month it's probably something really messed up."

Romeo blinked coming back to himself and glanced at Yamato before he looked at the new boy who was speaking and nodded at his words. When Ken spoke to him he looked at him with fearful eyes, "I keep seeing bad things..."

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the wheel is spinning me [Bitty Brigade Meeting]

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