Hmm. Whatever would I busy myself doing in a lawless world full of panicking people?

Um, I already have you listed as Bodyguard and Designated Hitter (and Kicker, and General Bad Ass). I hope you don't mind.

Can I join the cult? Wait ... haven't I *already* joined the cult?

Yes, you have. No escaping for you, missy!

I'd make warm blankets for everyone!

Jilli, look [link]

I can make alcoholic beverages and clean fish.

See, now there's a useful skill. ita can kill the squirrels, I'll tan the hides and make exfoliator, someone can stew the little bastards, and vw can patch them into attractive and life-giving blankies.

(If you saw the size of the squirrels in my neighborhood, you would understand why I am fixated on them as our post-Apoc herd animal.)

Jilli, look [link]

Hmmm. Pretty, but not quite the right color and not the right cut. I'm looking for something more cupcake-y pink, and school blazer-ish. But waist-length.

I love that everyone is listing their Apocalypse skills. It makes me giggle.

Hmm. Whatever would I busy myself doing in a lawless world full of panicking people?

ita IS Batgirl. Er, pre-Infinite Crisis Cassandra Cain wants-to-be-the-next-Dark-Knight version of Batgirl.

Which reminds me of the scene in No Man's Land, where the various gangs/bands of survivalists would ask people what their useful skills were before they would let those people under their protection. An old woman said she was a seamstress and could sew/mend clothing; they let her in. A dude said he was a mechanic and could fix bikes and any other method of transportation they might scrounge up; they let him in. Another dude said he was a sociologist and could facilitate discussions and communication between people.

They beat him up (or possibly killed him; I dismember) and put him outside their compound with a warning sign on him.

I'm really really REALLY good at organizing things and people and planning stuff, but I still fear that in a post-apocalyptic world, I'd go the way of the sociologist.

My Apocalypse skills, eh? No clue.

Ok, I can sort people and count heads.

I suck at the wilderness thing, but I could help pillage and keep inventory of our stores.

Suzi, I think possibly your A's deelie-boppers would serve to scare off roving packs of thugs who might be out to pillage the Cult of Jilli encampment.

I can cook from scratch (bread) and sew. And I'm used to making do without high-tech things (i.e., no microwave). I can tell stories.

For instance: Two sociologists are walking down the road and come upon a man who's been beaten up and left bleeding. They look at him and one solemnly says to the other, "The person who did this needs our help."

Apocalypse Skills:

I don't know that I have any.