[h1][b][i][color=9e005d][center]June Fowler[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center]Location: Paradise Gym
Skills: N/A[/center]
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	June gave a look over to one of the people stepping in who... she was not too familiar with. Though she would recognize his name if she had heard it, Names were not on the skillset that June held. But in a way the dude in the glasses reminded June of herself. Albeit not in the same part of the IQ bellgraph as herself. Mostly in that sense of he gave off outcast vibes like she herself did unless she really, really worked on it. So she gave him a wave with the hand not holding the unloaded shotgun. That is when she noticed, she was infact apart of the conversation at hand and had not really been paying attention. 

	"[color=9e005d]I mean most electrical parts, enough copper or gold wire, and enough juice and you can make a short range radio out of most anything really. We may not even need a radio or a lighthouse. There's a greater than zero percent chance a microwave longline system is still in standby on the island. Though they were mostly phased out between the 60s and 90s many are kept on standby as a contingency in case of nuclear Armageddon. Most sides are relay sites, but still have their own backup generators. But hub sites are practically forts. Maybe one out of every five or so sites though are a hub. And that's only on the mainland. Some are underground bunkers meant to maintain a staff of roughly 40 people for weeks, or overland super tall concrete buildings. But even if this island only has a relay station on it they can still transmit and receive once their generator is up. And they are always pointed at two or more other sites. As long as they are within line of site of one another. That was the downside to using microwaves for wireless transmission. But the ability to transmit thousands of channels of communication at a time made them considerably more practical than thousands upon thousands of physical cables spanning thousands of mile. Though we would have to find one of these sites to even make use of it. And since the federal government hasn't really come out with information its been tricky to find them all on a national level. But since they are also not technically classified and are also kinda in standby and also kind of in active use its not too hard to find information on them online. I probably have some information on one of my hardrives somewhere...[/color]" June said reaching for a shoulder bag that would usually hold her laptop and or tablet, only to realize it was back in the June Nook. "[color=9e005d]Well... Not on me. But I got it somewhere. But I don't know how much information wikipedia has on them. But even if those networks are down here or there isn't a station on the island isolated islands like these likely have some old satellite dishes that are present that we can at least send some sort of signal with. Be it something in depth like a voice or written message from a computer, or even an interference noise to transmit something comparable to Morse code.[/color]" June said wrapping up her rather autistic ramble on communication networks. 

	Then the thing that she really should have expected to happen happened. June's expertise and experience was requested by not only Billie but also Maria. Though June did chuckle at the comment about princesses and horses and buggies. "[color=9e005d]Princess's don't use horse and buggies, they use carriages and stallions silly.[/color]" She said clearly not getting the jest or jab. "[color=9e005d]Plus most modern 3d printers can be carried by hand. And the motor wouldn't need to be huge, Palm size, maybe smaller. Though multiple wouldn't hurt since the first few may crash and burn...[/color]" June said pondering for a moment. "[color=9e005d]Yeah you both may be right. I should probably come. We will need more bags though. And I think I left the box of shells at my desk.[/color]" June said before taking two steps, hearing the jingle in her pocket, then pulling the box of 20 gauge shells from her cargo pocket. "[color=9e005d]Oh, nope. I got them right here.[/color]" She said with the most gleeful of smiles before resting the short barrel shotgun in the nook of her arm and began loading the shells. "[color=9e005d]Hey while we are out can we grab some gummy worms?  I am running dangerously low. That and something with caffeine. Coffee does fine but it always reminds me of work so its really hard to do passion projects with coffee.[/color]" June asked as if this were a regular grocery run and not a localized apocalypse. While casually loading a short pump action shotgun.