'Conviction (1)'
[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.
My biggest fear about post-apocalyptic society is that others will discover I grew up on a dairy farm and then make me deal with cows all day....
Yes, you shall be the intermediary we appoint to bring our list of concerns to our new lords and masters.
I have a theory that in post-apocalyptic times, cats will become very valuable. So I could be a cat trader. I'd travel from settlement to settlement, buying and selling cats. Or, you know, trading or lending cats out in exchange for goods and services.
I have half a dozen books on various apocalypse survival topics. This practically insures that, when the apocalypse comes, I will be nowhere near my books.
Also, the vast majority of my skills require electricity, and the bulk of those require 220.
I suspect that, when the Apocalypse comes, I will be one of those people wandering around naked and dazed, poking at and talking into a flat, shiny rock, and calling it my iPhone.
I've worked on a farm, managed a b&b, organized events and navigated a group of a thousand people from LA to DC on foot. If I end up in the survivor's camp, I'm pretty sure I can contribute. Best skill? Seeing what needs doing and doing it.
Also with the officiating weddings and being with people in emotional crisis and/or dying, I suppose I could apply for the Shepherd gig. (And like Book, I'm not a bad shot.)
eta: I played a Shepherd in the Serenity RPG. Does that count as job experience?
I could beat the Boy with my stuffed Martian bacterium, but I don't think it would have much effect unless it turned into real Martian bacteria.
Post Apocalypse, I could offer the information I've gleaned from my obsession with post-apocalyptic fiction. There was a time in my life when I could have been termed a survivalist, and I still have food, camping gear, first aid stuff, and a love of flashlights and knives. Right behind me there's an assortment of back-to-the-land books, survivalist writing and field guides to edible wild plants. I can garden; I'm not squeamish about cutting up animals; and I know a lot about radiation exposure. Being part of the Cult of Jilli would certainly make the Apocalypse more entertaining.
post-apocalyptic fiction
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I played a Shepherd in the Serenity RPG. Does that count as job experience?
Whooot! I play Melly. 20 year old street rat who escaped from the same program as River Tam, but a few years after her. I have a leaky brain pan!
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Like, when the apocalypse comes, where do you get all your football shoulder pads and crossbows?
McKay the Laptop
askye, I cannot tell you how much I love that your laptop's name is McKay.
I have no apocalypse skills. I guess that makes me apocalypse-averse.
I'm with billytea on this. I mean, I'm the girl who thinks camping involves a cabin with electricity and indoor plumbing but no tv or internet. That's about as much "roughing it" as I want.
After 24-plus hours of no talking, my voice is still shot. I may need to call in sick again tomorrow, but I don't really want to. I"m getting really restless.