[ There was something incredibly disconcerting about this place, the way it seemed to lull people into a false sense of security only to repeatedly rip the rug out from under their feet... Or at least that's the feeling she was getting after experiencing her first event. While some people might have the wherewithal to plan ahead, she had a feeling not everyone had that instinct. At least, while they had their wits about them. She doesn't think of it as an insult, more speaking to people's lives and the fact that they aren't fighting for extra ration cards to make it through the week. And that was where she wanted to come in, call it karmic retribution. Besides, she'd had her downtime to catch up and feel down about the whole being dead thing. If she sat around any longer, she'd start to get twitchy. ]
For those of you who don't know me, name's Tess. I'm a -- [ How to describe herself without digging into too much shit. Ah, fuck it. ] -- friend of Ellie and Joel's. Haven't been here long, but from what I've found I think I might be able to offer some assistance in preparing for some of the worst-case scenarios. [ A beat. ] I'm not talking self-defense or anything along those lines, I'm a shitty teacher and I ain't got the patience for that. I deal... [ No. No. That's not right. There's a minute shift in her expression, clearing her throat before correcting herself and carrying on. ] -- dealt in supplies, helping people get to the next day so they couldn't get fucked over by the military or a firefly. If the closets stop workin' like it seems they have in the past, wouldn't be a bad idea to have a few rooms throughout the mansion dedicated to survival supplies.
[ Hard to turn off survival paranoia when it's been her life for about 20 years. ]
Figure I'll start puttin' together a few lists of things and pick out rooms based on accessibility, spread 'em out. Open to suggestions on both fronts as well as the best way to keep weapons and drugs locked up when not in use, but easy to access in an emergency. [ Because she has no intentions of using the magical properties of Wonderland to fill the rooms. No, this was gonna be done as close to the old fashioned way as possible - filling bare shelves one item at a time. The best way to keep stock of exactly how much of everything she had. Also, she also had no intentions of leaving weapons and narcotics within kid's reach. Again, this wasn't home and she couldn't play by the same set of rules as before, she didn't need more blood on her hands of someone getting into something even if they could get it for themselves from the closet. ] Since it's my idea, I'll take on the responsibility of maintaining them. It'll keep me busy if nothin' else. I've already got a few snags I know I'll need to work out, so those who might be like-minded and have a minute are more than welcome to toss around a few ideas when it comes to keeping this place from throwing too many wrenches in my plan.
[ And with that, she cuts the feed - pen, paper, and a glass of scotch in front of her with a few things already jotted down. ]