+ some wonderlands are kind

[ As soon as Tess starts to put pieces together between the water and the malfunctioning closets, she's on the move to the storage room next to hers. She'd tried to get bags, but that backfired. So, she's improvising as best she can and flipping on the device to record audio because it was easier than dealing with video as she moved around. There's the sound of a can lid popping and a soft 'Thank god' before returning her attention to the perched device. ]

I hope this thing is still fucking working. Alright, there are food storage rooms on the 1st, 3rd, 7th, and 10th floors - all room 31. The food's still here and it's still good. I dunno if the whole waterproof door thing is gonna hold with more and more people coming and going, but either way the sealed shit should be fine.

Bring a pillowcase or whatever you have that's small and can hold a few cans or bags, take what you can swim with, and fucking share. If you can't swim or need help, let me know. I'll try and put you in contact with someone who can bring you somethin' to eat. Those of you capable of being runners, let me know what floor you're on so I can connect you with people that need the help. [ There's a temptation to add something about prioritizing the kids, but she leaves it as is. Yes, this isn't home, but emergencies and ration shortages tend to make the darker sides of human nature peek out to reveal its ugly head. No point in putting everyone on pedestals when this place might knock them the fuck off with or without help. She doesn't say anything else, instead cutting the feed and going back to double check the seals on a few objects for water resistance. ]

[ 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. ]