#i realized today that while i am not a worldbuilder per se i do love a good logistical nightmare

[emeraldgreaves]

horizon line for the ask game? (said with meaningful intent)

send me a fic title so i can add five sentences and ramble about it

She takes her lunchbox. Two boxes of latex gloves. A plastic container of masks, still individually wrapped. Bags of prepackaged snacks from the break room. A flash drive with the scans of the slides—the actuals would never survive out of the freezer, and she wouldn’t have the space to pack them anyway. Never before has she actually felt grateful for the paranoia of powerful people, but that’s what happens when the world ends. The panic has blurred at the edges, giving everything a dull, unreal sheen. She may be going in hysterics. The last thing she grabs is a tin of peppermint teabags, just in case.

me any time i see an apocalypse scenario: supply chain issues? 👀 breakdown of global supply chain? 👀 difficulties of resource management? 👀 no more mass manufacturing turning thoughtless consumables into extremely finite resources with a stamped-on and fast approaching expiration date? also I think you can tell a lot about a person based on what they decide is important enough to keep. what do you consider essential? what would you sacrifice a little bit of carry weight for?