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[busy_fists]

[Phone; drone filter]

Well... looks like we're all going to have to do a little cutting back this Christmas.  But you know, even if there's no power and not as much food, at least we've all still got a good, solid roof over our heads.  If you look at it that way, the town's been a lot kinder to us for Christmas than they were for Thanksgiving.  I'm sure this is nothing we can't weather if everybody pitches in and helps each other out.  Maybe we can set up a food bank or some sort of shelter.  It's times like these when a community really needs to come together, after all.

[Early evening; door to door]

[True to his earlier sentiment, Dad is going to pitch in and do his part to make sure his neighbors are at least able to have something to eat during these rough times.  He's always been a firm believer in preparedness, and thank goodness, because by now he's built up quite a stock of cream pies.  There's probably a few hundred of them safely captchalogued away in his trusty wallet modus, so he figures he can spare a few here and there to feed his hungry neighbors.  Dad will be going around knocking on every door in town on the first day of the event, hoping to share the wealth.]

Knock knock, neighbor!

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You did day every door in town.

[ooeeooahah]

[ The woman who answers the door winces at the sharp bite in the wind, and doesn't hesitate to bring the visitor in. ]

Come in, get out of the cold. I managed to make tea during the latest power hour.

[ Mr Egbert may or may not notice the family portrait in the hall having a familiar face. ]

I did indeed

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Thanks! It is getting pretty chilly out there.

[Dad avails himself of the warmth, taking off his scarf and coat.]

I came by to bring you some pie. Well, you and the rest of the neighborhood, really.

[He's not carrying any, but he pulls out his wallet and is about to open it when he sees the portrait.]

Hey, that's my son John! So this is where Mayfield put him, then?

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa is curious about the wallet, but nods when he mentions John. ]

Yeah, he's a good kid. Where are you in town?

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

He is. I'm so proud of him. Anyway, I'm over on Miller Street. 311. The name's Egbert.

[Extending his hand for a friendly shake.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa takes his hand in a firm handshake. ]

Good to know - and if this clears up anytime soon, maybe we can have everyone together for dinner. Got to keep celebrating, or they win.

[action]

[noluckduck]

[Clover opens the door--

And thinks she's got to be looking at another creepy drone, so she just slams it right back in your face. Sorry, Mr. Egbert.]

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Huh. Never seen someone so upset about free food before.

[noluckduck]

[She heard that.]

I don't see any food there, Mr... Generic O'I-love-Mayfield!

[Wow, that was pretty terrible. Good thing she is obviously talking to a drone who won't make fun of her for it or anything!]

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

[When Dad turns around, he is very suddenly holding a lemon creme pie that was assuredly not there a moment ago when he knocked.]

What's that now?

[cantgetlaidin.livejournal.com]

[germany regards him warily as he opens the door.]

May I help you?

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Just here to offer you some pie. Seemed like the right thing to do, what with the town in the state it is and considering I've got so much of it on hand.

[Germany may note that Dad is in fact currently not carrying any sort of pie whatsoever.]

[cantgetlaidin.livejournal.com]

On hand, you say...

[germany looks him up and down. sure enough, not a single pie in sight.]

Well. That's very hospitable of you to offer...

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

What's your favorite flavor? They're all cream pies, I'm afraid, but I've got a lot of different kinds. Banana, coconut cream, Boston creme...

[He pulls his wallet out of his pocket, flipping through it while he's rattling off names of pies.]

[ phone ]

[golds]

Hmm.. Well, we don't know for sure yet, right..? There's no way of telling whether this is everything they will do for Christmas or whether it will still get worse.

[ phone ]

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Well, no, but don't you think that's an even better reason to start helping each other out now?

[ phone ]

[golds]

Ah, no, I wasn't disagreeing with that part. I think it is very noble for you to consider such an effort, really. I was merely remarking that about the first part.

[ phone ]

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Things are a lot easier when people do them together. It's just common sense.

[motherofjegus.livejournal.com]

[She opens the door]

Hello? Oh! You are the gentleman I met a few weeks ago. How are you.

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Oh, Dolorosa! Good to see you again. I came to offer you and yours some pie. I happen to have found myself with more than I really need.

[He reaches into his pocket.]

[motherofjegus.livejournal.com]

[she lets out a small laugh] You just came across them? [she steps aside] Please, come in.

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Well... more like I made a few too many.

[He steps inside, blowing on his hands and rubbing them together.]

Thanks. It's getting pretty cold out there.

[Dad draws the wallet out from his pocket and uncaptchalogues a chocolate pie to hand to her.]

I have plenty of other flavors if you don't like chocolate. And there's enough in here for the whole family if you think they'd be interested.

[321-lifdoff.livejournal.com]

Thanksgiving? ...What happened on Thanksgiving, Dad?

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

The town changed. It looked like someone dropped the atomic bomb.

[321-lifdoff.livejournal.com]

Holy shit... [Oops, maybe let's not swear in front of Daddy. Change of subject HURRY] Was everybody okay?

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

[Dad's gonna let that one slide. 'Holy shit' is an appropriate reaction, he reasons.]

Well, it only lasted a few days. But things got pretty bad for a while. This town is a dangerous place, John. You have to be ready for anything. But I'm sure you're already used to that.