Yo ho! Yo ho! A Villain Life For Me!
Two hundred fifty people try to prepare the largest island in the Nomanisan Bay archipelago for the inevitable attack by Murder World Security forces.
Well … actually … eight of those 250 are prisoners. They are not going to help.
Two of those 250 are Murder World contestants,who may have decided to switch sides in the name of piracy, but are not necessarily going to help the civilians.
Five of those 250 were at the convention as “drivers” (bodyguards), and they probably WOULD help except most of them got injured in the big fight against The Astrologer and his minions.
Dr. John Evans, one of the convention attendees, is drafting some people from the 200 convention attendees to help him treat the new injuries AND to figure out who among the civilian population are at special risk because they are definitely not metahumans. Can we do that without advanced technological equipment? Dr. Evans acts under the supposition that a majority of this population are likely to be metahumans, whether they know (and admit) it or not, because of what Vicious and Mirabelle Sinjin told everyone earlier in the morning.
Easily two thirds of the remaining 220 are “preparing” by desperately trying to get some sleep.
That leaves 73 people, only 15 of which have experience in managing group survival on this island, plus the 4 Wyldfire members. Defenses need to be contructed. Food needs to be gathered. Water needs to be desalinated and stored. Weapons need to be recharged. Prisoners need to be more permanently secured. Fire pits need to be dug, reinforced, given chimneys to redirect the smoke into a smokehouse (which needs to be built), and large amounts of supplies need to be laid in. Nets need to be woven and deployed.
Mirabelle Sinjin says it cannot be done. It is not possible to keep alive a group this large. She says, quietly but firmly, that if anyone is going to survive then more than three quarters of the group needs to be left to fend for themselves, with an expectation that they will not stand much of a chance. She looks haunted when she glances at the crowd. She says Wyldfire is not The Watchmen, and you cannot save everyone.
Killer Croc offers to solve the prisoner problem by eating them.
Bitsy Klein, Convention Organizer, looks very unhappy about this. She starts trying to figure out who has the best chance of survival, and how to manage this. She keeps looking at the teenage ushers from her Convention Center staff.
Doug Miller, Palmer Tech Representative, is quietly furious. “We WILL save EVERYBODY,” he insists, “because that’s what Palmer Technologies does!” Doug Miller is not an engineer. He is not a scientist. He is a Public Relations flack. He looks like he is ready to invent a laser gun out of coconuts, using sheer determination and motivational speech to make it happen.
The members of Wyldfire, last the GM heard, intended to leave the NPCs to it, while heading for the shorter “volcano” to infiltrate the engine room and take over the entire floating island.
Is that still the plan, gentlemen?