A few minutes before dawn, sunlight casts three blurred shadows on what appears to be a 12’ x 12’ scrim: Grand Más, the group’s elder, a self-deprecating trickster woman, Tardis and Jabberwocky. They are waiting on the group’s scout, Searcher, to return with possible relocation options. Dorcas enters the hallway in manic mode. He asks about the X-Man Bomber’s ETA. They are all aware that the X-Man has been sent to kill them.
Searcher returns and notices a peculiar smell. Jabberwocky has bathed himself in citronella oil and tea tree oil to protect him from insects when they go outside. They begin discussing the possible relocation options. They debate the merits and logistics of an HOA in Georgia, an Upstate New York Mansion rented out to the tv/film industry, or a farm in Colorado.
Searcher has told them all wild stories about…
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