Utterly Mad

"There was no antifungal medicine." she explained. The gathered workers didn't like that, as was expected, but they didn't riot. They got rowdy for sure, but they didn't lose their minds over it and they calmed quickly. Somewhere in the front row, Catnip gripped L's arm gently but firmly. The tall Misling had gone stiff at the proclaimation that there was no medicine to be had. Felecia was going over why up on stage, giving the facts and some of her theories as to what was going on. "One thing I think we can be sure of folks; I don't think this Mycus thing is immitating us. Not all of us anyway. Look around you. I've been thinking on it, standing up here and looking out at y'all. You know what I see? I... I don't want to panic y'all... And maybe you've already noticed, but there are faces that should be in this crowd that just aren't anymore. There are less of us in here than there were yesterday. It doesn't rule out that more then one of us isn't exactly what they seem, but whoever it is isn't exactly going out of it's way to mimic everyone."

"So... What can we do about it?" Someone asked. Fortunately, Felecia had an answer.

"Same thing we been doing; working and sticking together. Except now I think everyone needs to group up. Harder to go after any one person if they are in a group I think, four or five per should be fine. Stick with your group, and don't separate from them unless you absolutely must. Mr. Bannerman and Ms. Walker are going to be working on getting the emergency generator and the tower moving. Ms. Partridge, make sure the wiring is up to snuff. We don't want any of it blowing if there's a short in the lines somewhere. As for myself, I'm going to look into Ms. Kestrels death a bit more. There's something about it I don't like, and I intend to find out what."