[h1][b][i][color=9e005d][center]June Fowler[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center]Location: Paradise Gym
Skills: Computer hardware, computer software, simple engineering[/center]
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	And then there was June. She hadn't spent a lot of time interacting with the others in the camp so far. It wasn't anything against them, but she had never been much of a social person. Added to that, much of the medication she was on that helped her keep a functional attention span had been used up already despite her attempts to ration it. Now the only thing she could focus on was whatever held her hyperfocus these last few days. In this moment, she wanted to know what was going on outside. She had attempted to force communications with the Navy ships just off the island a couple times. But as they were ignoring her she decided she needed a more direct approach. Rushing through the camp with a box full of random electronics she had salvaged, June made her way back over to the front desk of the gym. A little corner she had at this point claimed as her own. Just secluded enough to cut herself off. Not so secluded that she was easily forgettable. 

	Across the desk lay assorted parts from electronics June had cannibalized for parts. Simple motherboards. More complex ones. Parts of desk phones, desktops, smart phones, and plastic cases that had been sawed into shape with a pocket knife. Though June lacked the usual tools she was used to working with, she still had a few she had traveled with or had picked up on her stay. It was amazing what the TSA let you bring as long as your bag was checked and you had paperwork to drown some poor desk worker in. Saws, screw drivers, spare parts, all of it coming together to form!!! Three failed attempts at making a drone. Being unable to make custom parts, and having insufficient tools to shape them properly, only having her laptop and tablet with unreliable power usage, building these drones had been nothing but spent parts and time. But as June had been so focused on working on these things so she could see the outside world, she was determined to make it work. 

	One major drawback to running out of most of the medication that was only supposed to last a couple weeks to begin with, was that June found herself regularly picking things up and setting them back down and forgetting where she set them down. "[color=9e005d]Mother fucker...[/color]". She mumbled looking around the front desk for her last line of defense. She knew she had it as the box of shells were still on the desk. Retracing her steps box of shells in hand she ran back to the room she collected her more recent salvage job from, and there it was. The compact shotgun resting on top of a filing cabinet. Before the isolated apocalypse, it rarely left June's travel bag other than to go to storage again. Since the island went to shit, it had become a new part of June's every day life. Before things went to shit, she had fired it maybe twice at a range to familiarize herself with it. And never at anything... alive. Now she's fired it a couple times, the lead balls striking flesh more times than June wanted to acknowledge. Not that it had stopped the attackers.

	Grabbing the shotgun June internally mumbled about how she wished she had a sling for the thing, or some kind of holster for it. She supposed she could keep it in a bag but she would probably lose it there too. But maybe then she could keep it loaded? Leaving the back office again over the crowds of people attempting to take shelter in this localized apocalypse, June rushed over to the people collecting near the entrance. "[color=9e005d]Hey yo uh, you all going out? If so can you keep an eye out for some circuit boards? A small motor? I could probably make one from scratch but they tend to be unreliable and need a ton more juice. Oh! Unlikely but if you find a 3d printer that would help tons![/color]" June asked with the biggest smile. Seeming unaware of the localized end of the world. "[color=9e005d]Radio equipment may be good too but not as needed. I think I can make something work with the gear I have here...[/color]" She spoke as she slowed, pondering how she could work out communications with the drone. Then remembering she actually had something important to say. "[color=9e005d]Oh and uh!!! uh... huh...[/color]" She paused. Visibly stumped. "[color=9e005d]There was... something else...[/color]" Then, with a gleeful smile it clicked! "[color=9e005d]If you swing by a pharmacy, can you grab my prescriptions? I've written down a few alternatives that can work, and a separate list of ones that absolutely will not work.[/color]" She said reaching into her pocket to pull out a sheet of paper. On it a string of several lists, a key to understand the lists (If you were a June), and doodles within the margins. On top of that, one list had already included the list of parts she needed to find. As well as a list of snacks that could be fun to have on hand. This list? Pressed over to Billie as June really didn't know anyone else here yet. Sure, she had spent the last few weeks with them. But Billie was a friend of a friend. Well... Friend of a friend with benefits. Everyone else was just strangers that happened to be in the same place when shit went to hell.