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Town Hall, Thursday Morning

"Can anybody tell me anything more about what's going on here?"

Tamsin didn't just call town hall meetings twice in a row for fun, you know. ... Okay, maybe a little. Just to watch the anti-social ones scramble. Whatever. She crossed her arms, surveying the crowd.

"Anyone from the recon team? Anyone who's been sticking their faces in books for the past few days? What are these things, what's happening with the bitey, and who do we need to punch to get out of this mess?" Beat. "Chop chop."

... It was bound to be another informative meeting.

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Just as she'd said on the radio, Summer headed on over to the town hall after her broadcast, definitely ready to get involved, get her hands a little dirty, and...be a little dramatic, too, because, duh. She didn't spend most of yesterday filling up a gym bag with wooden stakes to not throw it (unzipped, of course, so some of them clattered out for effect) pointedly to the ground with a gesture of invite for anyone who might want to have at it.

She shrugged. "I figured it wouldn't hurt," she offered. "These did the trick pretty well when my last school was taken over by vampires."

And, yes, she knew everyone had fancy weapons and she had her own fancy-ass blaster on her hip right now, but, come on. You just couldn't do vampire stuff without stakes, right? Right? Don't ruin this for her.

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Mae looked at the bag. "I don't know. You can't kneecap anything with those."

Look, she'd found something she thought worked, and she was sticking to it.

"Truuuuuue," Summer allowed, eyeing little StickyFingers McMeowface with a faint smirk, "but you can stab stuff with them after they've been kneecapped. It never hurts to diversify in situations like this, I've found."

"I don't know. I faced down three vampires yesterday all by myself, and I didn't need to stab anything."

Those weren't vampires, Mae. And you were very, very lucky. Both that you got away and that you didn't have anything to stab them with at the time, since they weren't vampires.

"...you didn't need to," Summer's head tilted a little, "but you could have."

Honestly, was Mae trying to argue against just having more weapons? What the fuck?

Mae ~~was established in a preplay later as having just her bat~~ had kind of a weird relationship with violence that this whole thing was playing merry hell with. Plus, you know, those were little sticks. Offer her a battle ax and — she’d probably chop off her own foot— but she’d do it enthusiastically!

“Those don’t look like they’d fit in my pockets.”

Summer considered that point, thought of maybe suggesting an upgrade because that was something a few belts or holsters could solve, but it didn't really seem to matter that much and didn't seem to help at the moment, anyway, so she just shrugged.

"Fair enough," she allowed. "S'not like it's required or anything. I just figured some people might like the option."

Mae nodded. "It's always good to give people options."

You just then had to deal with them potentially being ridiculous with their own choices.

"And, hey," Summer offered encouragingly, "if it works for you, it works for you. It sounds like you were able to hold your own pretty well out there, and that's what counts."

She, meanwhile, just felt like it wasn't really vampire hunting without the stakes.

"It was so cool!" Mae said. "I was all 'Yaaauughhh, die!' and they were all 'OMGWTF' and they were totally too chicken to jump off the roof after me."

Mae was a terrible storyteller.

And Summer was super convinced that that was totally exactly how it happened. Although, really, the radio notes that morning didn't refute that it could have, so there was that.

"I'll have to keep that in mind," she said, "if I'm having trouble. Just jump off the roof, maybe find a bat."

Yeah, no, she had a blaster. And she knew what she could do with a blaster, too.

As far as the vampires could tell, Mae was a walking bad omen. Who went running at them screaming.

Honestly, anyone would probably have been at least a little put off by it.

"And aim for the kneecaps."

Kneecapping both incapacitated most things and didn't usually result in bloody drama that could potentially trigger latent traumas! Win-win!

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