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It's the second day of the heavier snow. Taxon citizens are still moving about their business-- trudging through the deepening snow-- and Taxonian children are out on the white streets, school canceled for the day. Many of Taxon's broader streets have been turned into impromptu sledding areas, or battlegrounds for snowball wars.

At least at first. As the day carries on-- and the snow continues to fall, soft and silent, even the most exuberant of children begin to drift inside for hot cocoa and the chance to warm up.

The late afternoon sky is gray with clouds that promise no respite anytime soon. Sunlight seems a vague memory, and the white flakes continue to drift down... and down... and down.

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"Meat's good," Paul says, chiming into the conversation with his smiley (not really) face.

"I've got a lot of dried good in storage as it is, non-perishables, but it wouldn't hurt to have fresh protein if you're offering. I'm in the Birdhouse-- it's central, we have heating, it's pretty well sealed up.... basically, it's a safe-house for crap like this although I will admit that forty-below hadn't crossed my mind as a coming threat. I was planning more for the dinosaurs."

Paul shrugs and lights his cigarette. "Anyway, I've got plenty of room if anyone needs a warm place to stay. I can't promise five-star luxury, but we've got back-up gennies, insulated pipes, and lots of space heaters and food and medical supplies.

"You want someone to meet you and help bring in the meet, Metodyy?"

"I'll need a place to stay. And wash. Especially wash." There was a lot he'd tolerate, butt he drew the line at bathing in sewer water. "I s should be okay; I might have short of a pack mule, maybe, kind of. But if I need help, I'll call."

"Washing, we have," Paul answers with a nod. "Shower facilities, and our own insulated water tank."

(And he has the gall to think Metody's a survivalist!)

He says nothing to Metody saying he might have a pack mule, but takes a drag on his cigarette, squinting, briefly, then nodding and shrugging.

"Okay then. Stay warm on the way in."

"Would you mind if I came over as well? I'll bring everything I have in the pantry," Madelyne comments. She doesn't want to be on her own during this. Too much time alone in the cold is not a good idea for a number of reasons.

"Open to everyone. This is why I built the damn place: shelter in emergencies. But yeah, come on down, anything you can bring would be appreciated. --oh, and bring your pillows, I've got a ton of blankets and stuff but I forgot to stock nice squishy pillows."

Paul grins toothily. "We can have a sing-a-long."

"Good. I'll bring the pantry and whatever bedding seems most appropriate... and clothing and.. a number of other things I have around the house," she says somewhat to herself and somewhat to Paul.

"I don't have much of a singing voice but I'm sure we can figure out something. I should be there in an hour or so."

"Aces. See you when you get here. Snow's starting to cover the door so you can come by the roof if you want, probably easier for you anyway. I'll leave the door unlocked."

"I'll be there and the roof is probably a good idea," the redhead says with a small smile. "Thanks."

"Sure thing, chief," Paul says with a salute. He ends the call, then goes to get the door for Maddy.

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