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Back in the boy scouts we had the survival merit badge, and the atomic energy badge - but the two didn't over lap. Now that I think about it, the book I got was so old it still used REMs and Rads rather than Siverts and Greys... But thats off tangent.

Lets see - A-bombs more or less have concentric zones of destruction - the epicenter being where everything gets vaporized. Then its something like crushed/heavy damage, fires, irritated, ok. Since the structure is standing and I don't smell smoke, which would argue we're far away - but that creepy shadow would argue otherwise.

We seem safe enough for now I think, and even if we weren't, traveling though the city while its still dark strikes me as a bad idea. Bur the first rain is going to wash a hell of a lot of fallout from the sky and we probably don't want to be caught in that, or anywhere downwind of where the bomb went off. So in the morning things might look a little bit different.

Since we're not about to fall asleep again - we'd better figure out what we've go to work with here. Water and sealed food is good of course. Some bottles of the highest proof this place has got for either trade or use as an antiseptic if we find any injured survivors, there is probably a first aid kit behind the bar and something that will make a decent walking stick since the buses probably aren't running.

as you been to make your plans the dull tone in the background seem to be be getting louder. A feeling like pressure seems to be starting in the back of your mind

"You seem to be very knowledgable about the apocalypse! Are you some sort of expert? Do you hear that? That deep tone, that subconscious ring... can you?"

Bertie heads over to what's left of the window and looks out, trying to see if there is anything there.

Tony walks over to join him. "Just a good memory and five for a dollar novels about World War III from a library sale. I haven't got a clue as to what sound is. I'm student on whats probably the ten, fifteen - year grad track. However since I can't stick with a single major more than three semesters, I've read a lot, and most of it isn't useful. I can tell the difference between MiG and TiG welding, but I've never joined two pieces of metal with anything other than duct tape. A lot of theory, no practice."

"I'm afraid I'm far less useful. All I can see is a blackening sky and some filthy looking clouds. I am not certain that this is the best place to stay."

Is it too late to add?

John Jeeves:
Guy:
Spiffy Clothes, Knows People, Pharmacology, Beautiful Shot
Delusion Everything is fine, Dying Heart
Replace his fading old ticker with an artificial heart.

I'll just say I had been duct-taped to a very dark spot on the ceiling by some college kids and it only now unstickies itself and drops me...

EDIT: replaced know-it-all with dying heart

[ooc Welcome modred!]

Berties jumps out of his skin and looks round at the sticky form that had crashed onto the tables.

"What on EARTH were you doing up there?" said Bertie, incredulity spread across his face.

The sticky form splutters curse-ridden muffledness into his duct-tape-cacoon and stands up, removing the stickiness as much as possible in a reasonable time.

Looking at Bertie his cheeks flush "Uhhh..." he seems quite out of sorts for a moment, then he waves vaguely at the dark ceiling "It was quite a nice ceiling, you know..." his attitude seems vague and easy going. Straightening his jacket he returns to the usual topic "Nice weather we're having?" he squints toward the window with sleepy eyes.

Ah yes, sunny with a chance of Armageddon - scattered fallout blowing in from the... oh sod it, I didn't want to be a weather man, I wanted to be a lumberjack! Ah..hem... OK this might not be the time for Python references. Or it might - being in good spirit helps in emergencies.

I'm Tony, and while I have preformed pranks similar to that in my years, I want it known I wasn't the one who adhered you to the ceiling.

Well, gentlemen, we have two opportunities. We can either stay here and make the best of it or venture out there ... there, into the wasteland.

I'm for moving on!