✎ news:day_29 [tempest]

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======Day 29======

> It is with sincere sorrow that I must inform the survivors of the SS Bannatyne that Daphne Fiammetta has disappeared. I will hope and pray that the worst has not befallen her. 

- Veysel Köprülü 

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> //Has anyone seen Lizzie Campbell?  Anyone?  I've not seen her around for hours now!  Come on, someone has to know something.  We promised we'd help take care of the kids, so how did we let this happen?//
>
>//Damnit...//

- Daniel Brander

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> //I am pleased to report that the items stolen from the stores have been found, although rather less pleased to report that rather a lot of them have been burned following what seems to have been an accident in their retrieval. The culprit has, unfortunately, yet to be found. //

- Samuel Peake

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> //There's something strange going on.  You've seen it too, haven't you, out there on the cliffs?  It was dark at the time, so I couldn't get a clear look, but whatever that thing was, it's like nothing I've ever seen.//

- Brendan Shaw

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> //Shelter's looking good isn't it? Good work to Sylvia and Belinda on that. And the doctor too I guess. Hope it'll survive the storm - those winds look nasty! Hopefully we'll be rescued soon though, Stevie's got that radio up and running again. Dunno if she's tested it yet but it seems sensible to do that together in the meeting right?//

- Anita Smith

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==== Quartermaster's Stores ====


===Resources===
^ Type ^ Rank ^
| Reeds | Batch |
| Metal | Batch |


===Crafted items=== 

^ Type ^ Description ^
|Newt | A still living but increasingly unhappy newt in a tank |
|A worn teddy | Somewhat worse for wear |
|Board |A checked board with a set of chequers pieces |
|Bottle | An empty bottle that at some point contained absinthe |
|Cutlery | Metal cutlery |

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==== Weather Report ====

It is now raining heavily, constantly. The sky is grey and brooding, and there is a cold wind blowing, seemingly from every direction at once. Rolling thunder heralds the storm closing in around the island. Will the simple shelters created by our castaways survive the tempest?
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