"Well, not necessarily..."

"Model Master reminds us of your minis," Hailey teases with a smirk.

Maya tilts her head thoughtfully, "It's true, none of those sound particularly compelling. What does Goth offer you?"

"System, just show them."

Goth(+)

The new Goth is nothing like the old Goth. Rather than simply being a European subculture, the new Goth is an amalgamation of several modern attitudes and ideas- But it all comes back to Metal in the end. You might call upon the darkest powers of the hells, or simply be really into thrash metal. Some might call your actions concerning, but you would call them awesome! Either way, you have opened the path to a flexible and domineering Class, one that is just at home chopping heads on the front lines as it is calling forth dark energy to plague the foe from afar.

Body per Level: 3
Mind per Level: 1
Spirit per Level: 2

Requirements:
Habitually wear black clothes, spikes, demonic-inspired symbols, etc.
Carry a bladed weapon that regularly takes lives.
Listen to or create Metal, Rock, or Goth music.
Have attempted a ritual intended to call upon demonic powers.
Bonus: Have planned and executed a successful raid that took plunder and prisoners. 20% increase in effectiveness of Class Powers relating to stealth, speed, and surprise.

"......I used to be in the Society for Creative Anachronism. We did a town defense thing. And I gut fish."

"That is extremely you, Bys."

"Feeling a little left out about the ritual though," Hailey teases.

"Yes. My apologies. It was... A while ago."

She averts her eyes and tries to keep a straight face.

Lisa Summers has claimed Fort Bass!

She has the System display the full notes on Multimind to Bys and Teddy as well.

"We're seriously considering Multimind. What about you, Teddy? Tell us or show us more about Model Master?"

"-I wonder what the Guildhouse options are, that seems important. Uh, right." He makes a flicking motion to show:

Model Master

Whether it's just a hobby or a serious dedication to an art, you have painstakingly crafted and created miniatures, models, dioramas, etc. There is a power in the care and attention that goes into the work- A Model Master uses this to great effect, keeping in mind their models' history, capabilities, and intent. Your Class Powers will allow you to transform toys, models, dioramas, etc, that you have personally created, assembled, or painted, into phantasmal forms that serve you. Just be aware that they can still be damaged or destroyed, even in their enhanced forms.

Requirements:
Spend over 2000 hours crafting models, toys, dioramas, etc.
Specifically study and practice methods to accurately build or paint your models.
Considerable amount of consideration and thought put into models' specific details and world building.
Qualify for the Wizard Class.

Body per Level: 1
Mind per Level: 2
Spirit per Level: 3

"The problem is, the only 'model' I actually have on me is my keychain samurai, and I don't know if that'd count. My usual game set is still in my car trunk, but... It's somewhere along the side of the highway, not here."

Sable grins and looks at the others. "Fetch quest?"

"We should not go now. We need to wait for monsters to start spawning, so we have some idea what we're facing, and a plan.

I know people are saying not to pick your class right away if you can help it, but the sooner we do, the sooner we have powers to do things with, so..."

Justice Sherwin Hampton has claimed the Settlement of Tacoma!

She nods. "Agreed, we shouldn't go yet, but I'm just saying that we at least are down to help with the fetching. And... yeah, we're inclined to pick Multimind shortly unless y'all have a reason why we shouldn't."

"Someone in the fort should probably pick Engineer. We- Collective we- Probably need a good balance of Classes, and if everyone just picks the option that appeals most, like we're about to do, that won't happen. That's all I got as a counterargument. Let's finish writing down the requirements for all these at least. If we want to share them, for common knowledge. Someone might not want to. Like if they have a Class that does mind control."

She nods and finishes writing down all the data on the classes available to her.

"I think... we probably need to have someone go around and find out what classes are available to everyone, get the list together, encourage someone to take important roles like Engineer and such. I suppose that's my job, and as many social-friendly runners I can recruit?"

"I'll help. I bet that Lisa lady is doing this already too."

"The theorycrafting group should sit next to her and try to make sense of it all. I guess that's where I'll be for the next... Ten minutes? More?"

She nods. "Meet you there."

And then she heads off to find Lisa, check on the status of data collection, and run around to collect class data.

Bys goes around loudly commanding people to write down their Class Requirements and send someone to run the information to the Intelligence Department.

Teddy joins said department, which is already arguing over explore-vs-exploit.

There's a general current of tension surrounding everyone. Refugees are still proceeding along the streets, if in fewer numbers. Men and women with pistols and shotguns and the occasional actual rifle are standing in improvised firing positions along the improvised wall. Men and women with kitchen-knife-duct-taped-to-broom-handle type spears and wood board shields stand in lines inside the fort, several already having picked a simple Class, for fear they won't have time later.

There's another box.

Tacoma Settlement Announcement:

Citizens and non-citizens, I am a judge on the Pierce County Court Circuit, appointed by the Governor and not an elected official. While I have 'claimed' the city of Tacoma according to the System, I intend to administrate it in a fair and democratic manner, in cooperation with civil officials and the public. I am in contact with members of the United States Military at Joint Base Lewis-McChord, and will be coordinating with them as we learn more about this unprecedented crisis. For now I urge you all to come together in this time of crisis. I have no reason to believe that the threat of monsters is not real and urgent. Help and defend each other like good neighbors. Form militias and defend your homes, but not against your fellow man, but from this System that has disrupted all our lives. Share information and resources with each other. Now is the time for Humanity to come together and prove itself worthy. Thank you, and God bless America.

Sable dispatches people for more yelling similar to Bys as she goes, but makes her way to the Intelligence Department, where she interrupts whoever is handy while grabbing a big posterboard and a big marker. "Teddy made an excellent point earlier that there are some classes we should prioritize getting people in," she says while writing Priority Classes at the top in huge letters. "For every priority class y'all hear about, stick it on this sign like this." She writes Engineer in merely big letters, and draws a box around it with room for five or so names in normal handwriting. She ties string to some pens, tapes them to the sign with enough slack for people to write in arbitrary locations on the sign.

"I'm going to post this somewhere central, and then make sure everyone hears about it. Y'all figure out what's priority aside from Engineer and send someone to add those Classes."

"We really don't have enough time to get through all this. Maybe we should just each pick one."

"Mechanic. That's definitely needed. It can get cars working again!"

"Messenger. It's great for running away, and easy to unlock."

"I don't know man, I don't know."

"Healer- First aid classes are about enough to unlock it, and we're going to need lots of healers."

"We don't know how the loot works yet, or all the thousands of common classes, if there's something munchkinable we're not going to find it fast-"

"There's a Builder class, and a Mason, I'm not sure what the difference cashes out to-"

"Uncommons seem to be pretty universally more powerful."

"Someone has Poison Bomber, what the fuck?"

"Probably made chlorine gas by accident at home, you can do that."

"I don't have anything else to go immediately on the list."

"What about Scout? It says something about marking enemies. That could be a crit multiplier."

"And more information is probably good. Scout it is."

"Okay so, Engineer, Mechanic, Messenger, Healer, Scout."

"Wait, shit. We need to think about the long term too. Hydromancer, Farmer, Druid- Food and water!"

"-Hey, someone has 'Electrician'. That's promising."

......The debate will be going on for a while.

She adds boxes for the other four suggested classes, tapes up the sign in a central location, and then dispatches several runners to tell everyone to consult the sign before picking classes, and to write their names down if they pick a class from the sign. She runs around telling people herself, taking several repeat passes by the sign to see what priority classes get picked.

They pick a few more Uncommons that sound like strong combos- Surgeon, Firefighter, Stalwart Guard, Stunt Actor, Sniper, Foreman- And one more Common, Farmer, before finalizing the sign. Some people are putting their names down near the suggestions.

That Uber driver from earlier is still here! He revs his now electric-sounding engine to get the crowd to clear him a way. The Toyota 86 looks shiny and new, and has tough-looking tires. It seems to slide right through the milling crowds to make its way in the now-crowded parking lot.

"Hey!" Mike the newly minted Racer is shouting, "I need someone really strong! Guys trapped in a wreck! Firefighters! Barbarians!"

The grace period expires in 5 minutes.

As soon as she sees a second name under Engineer, they all mentally say in unison, <System, we select Multimind.>

"Hell yeah, Mike! Good shit on getting to keep your car," she says with a grin when she sees him. She grabs two runners and sends them running off for the two strongest-seeming people each can find in a minute or less.