Winter has come to New York, and with it, a blizzard. Ezekiel Lennox, being deterred by neither wind nor snow, has set himself to the task of clearing out the corpses from a commercial zone. He wants to put on an ice fair.
Well what if he shuts his doors and asks them to go away?
The second half of today is a me-day.
Of course, she plans on leaving false trails. "Let's go heckle the video-gamers back at the shelter, that's always fun."
"...And that's why using GPS tracking alone is not good enough for this. You need a backup system."
"Yet."
If there was a camera, it would probably be slowly zooming into Danny's face right now while scary music plays.
"While this is frequently true, it still won't do do completely disenfranchise them."
"I think the upcoming fair is a good time for a learning experience with high voltage. So long as you promise to be careful..."
Well he has some test equipment over in this corner... Terence enjoys proper, advanced mentorship a lot more than leading the shelter's basic programming classes...
Time marches on.
'Loner' kids have it tough - moving from place to place, hiding out. For everyone in an established shelter there are others who, for some reason, have gone it alone or who keep moving from base to base with a small group. There's even some strain in the distribution center when it's 'discovered' that quite a few children are 'hoarding'.
Tabby has had to break up a lot of fights. Somehow, kids aren't quick to accept a swirling, hyperactive embodiment of anarchy as an authority figure.
"We need a court to handle this or something. So it seems fair. Everyone's anxious, you know? ...The ice fair will be good for that, relieve some tension."