Town Hall, Friday (Sunday)

[weirderthanthou]

The words IT'S SUNDAY were written in white chalk on the blackboard that hung off Town Hall's doors. Just in case anyone needed to be reminded.

Jesse had been busy, ever since figuring out what was going on yesterday. Poking around town, trying to map what little she could see of the new chunk of island across the water...

And now, writing emails.

I'd like to ask anyone with scientific experience or anyone willing to approach the new section of the island at all to gather at Town Hall today. I think it's time for us to find out just exactly what's happening here.

Bring weapons.

-- From the desk of your mayor, Jesse Faden.

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Comments

[existencemisspent]

"So. Do we actually know what they're doing over there or are we wandering in blind?" Eliot asked. "Not that I object to blindly wandering in, but Margo will murder me if I get myself somehow permanently killed blundering around a time loop."

[weirderthanthou]

"We have no idea, and none of the locals I've spoken to are... chatty," Jesse said. "More shooty and confused, at best. But if this thing is still looping, then having a look isn't going to hurt us. Permanently."

[existencemisspent]

“An excellent point. I’m happy to assist.”

[defenderofdesmoines]

Last night, Annie had gone to bed with a roll of paper towel next to her bed, because she knew today was going to start with the boot-vomit situation.

But this was Annie's first time loop, so she hadn't counted on how the day resetting to Friday would undo the best laid plans, and she'd just have to deal with Diego doing what Diego had done for the last two days running. At least she'd gotten over her annoyance by the time she got Jesse's email and made her way down to town hall, coffee in hand.

"Yes!" she proclaimed, pointing at the chalkboard with a gloved hand. "Hell yes, it is Sunday!"

It had been a long few days. (Or, really, one long day, over and over again.)

[weirderthanthou]

"It is," Jesse agreed, looking up from her desk. "Annie." Her mouth twitched into a small smile. "How are you holding up?"

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Oh, I'm all right," Annie replied with an answering smile and a little wave of her hand. "Diego's stuck as a cat, so he's gonna be mad he missed this. How are you doing? Need anything besides, like, weapons?"

Which Annie had actually brought, and not just in a facetious 'my hands are weapons' way. What was the point of having literal dozens of knives in your home -- in your Christmas tree -- if their owner was currently without the ability to use them? So just in case, Annie had brought a few of Diego's knives, not so much for her own benefit but in case someone else needed a weapon. (And, like, fine, kind of for her benefit. It was comforting, okay? Like a sharp security blanket.)

[weirderthanthou]

"Right now, weapons and people are all I need," Jesse said, sinking back in her seat with a sigh. "Well, that and information. But we're not going to get that just by sitting around here."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"You're good on coffee and food and stuff?" Annie checked, gesturing with her own cup. "I can help with that stuff more than the info, at least until we figure out what we're doing."

And even then, she would probably not be helpful with getting info. Subtlety and deduction had not really been a lasting plan yesterday.

[weirderthanthou]

"The coffee machine fills up every morning," Jesse said dryly, "As do the vending machines."

She gestured at the machine with all the repackaged (for blandness, of course) food in it. "I think at this point we're mostly waiting for people."

[what_the_shock]

Miguel got the email, came by, and paused at the sign. "Still seems like Friday to me, but okay. What sort of science do you need?"

[weirderthanthou]

"We don't know," Jesse said, shrugging. "So... any science that can give us an idea of what we do need."

[what_the_shock]

"Probably not genetics," Miguel said with a shrug. "Though I've got other skills. Do we know what exactly the problem is, apart from some people think it's a different day than others?"

[weirderthanthou]

"The vending machines refill every morning," Jesse said, gesturing towards them, "And whatever damage was done yesterday, it's gone right now. So my guess? Time loop."

[what_the_shock]

"Hm. Do we have any way of confirming what's causing it?" Miguel asked.

[grenadesandohana]

Steve pulled up with an entire rickshaw full of guns he'd confiscated today.

"Not sure how much good this will do," he said, gesturing to his plunder. "They'll all be back where they started again tomorrow. Today? Whatever."