PRESCOTT BLOOD DRIVE

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BLOOD DRIVE

GIVE US YOUR BLOOD

Prescott Fire Station is holding a blood drive! Anyone in the Quad in the giving spirit is invited to drop by and drop off a pint. Please only donate your own blood, and straight from the source—dusty mason jars full of mystery blood will not be accepted at this time.

Make sure to stick around post-donation; Arlo Rattray is cooking up vegan pancakes shaped like blood drops and snowmen to help replenish that blood they just sucked out of you. For anyone who doesn't like breakfast there's also a couple packs of peanut butter Oreos, but they're not thematic or anything so they're not fun.

VOLUNTEER SPOTS

After donating, Quaid starts to feel woozy and nearly hits the floor—but they're caught by [RESPONDER (or trainee) B].

Around the pancake table, [VOLUNTEER C] knocks a bottle of maple syrup off the counter and gets stuck washing dishes as penitence—and holy shit, there are a LOT of dishes.

Edgar, meanwhile, gets sent to a cot to lie down for a few minutes and winds up taking an impromptu three-hour nap. Oh, god, what time is it, where are they, what is their name?

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SCENES: Reggie & OPEN

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Reggie has four clipboards — two in her arms, two on the hood of the ambulance she's leaning over — and she's checking them all against each other, carefully comparing times and inventories and an absurd number of color-coded figures only she cares about. Despite the resting bitch face permanently clouding her features, Reggie is actually in a pretty goddamn fine mood. Everything is going well, no zombies or cougars have breached their fences, and they're refreshing a supply they hopefully will never need. This is fucking great.

Absently shoving a cookie in her mouth, Reggie scoops up all her clipboards and spins on her heel to go make herself a problem for someone — and runs smack dab into another person.