I'd make warm blankets for everyone!
'Serenity'
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
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.
Baby wrangling. After Em, you can probably handle anyone.