This story is a continuation of this short post I made
https://reddit.com/r/EmptyContinents/comments/1t89zab/a_tourist_trapped_2029/
You don't *need* to read it, but it certainly helps.
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**July 19, 2029**
**Cocoa Beach Holiday Inn, Florida**
Presented below are the recorded minutes for the inaugural meeting and gathering of the Snowbird Society held on July 19th, 2029 at the Cocoa Beach Holiday Inn.
[Raymond Cerny stands at the podium in the hotel ballroom. The room is mostly filled, with several people in business casual or casual attire. Several men and women in more formal wear are seated to Raymond’s left on stage.]
Raymond: Greetings, and welcome to you all, and thank you for attending the first grand reception of the Snowbird Society. I am the founder and chair, Raymond Cerny of Chicago, and the illustrious guests behind me form the founding members. Please, introduce yourselves!
[The man sitting closest to Raymond rises]
**Jacob**: Welcome, I am Jacob Matthews of Chicago, as well. Raymond and I actually went to the same high school together, but only reconnected over the past year. I was visiting family in Melbourne for the weekend when I got stuck here.
[Applause]
[The woman sitting to the left of Tyler rises.]
**Chelsea**: Hi, I’m Chelsea Somers of Baltimore, Maryland. I was driving down to visit my parents in Ft. Lauderdale, but made a stop at the local 7-11 when it happened. I count myself fortunate to have survived when the rest of my family hasn’t.
[Applause]
[The man sitting to Chelsea’s left rises.]
**Tyrell**: Hey, my name’s Tyrell Jameson, from Detroit, Michigan. I was down here on summer vacation with my wife and daughter, staying at this very hotel when it happened. I’ve been fortunate to not have to relocate or get sorted to somewhere worse like some other people I’ve gotten to know here.
[Applause]
[The man sitting to Tyrell’s left stands up.]
**Pedro**: Hello, all, I’m Pedro Ortiz, from Kissimmee, Florida.
[Slight muttering in the crowd. Pedro continues.]
I was on a date with my girlfriend, I’d taken her to one of our favorite spots to eat for our anniversary, at New Smyrna Beach, when I got word of the Rapture. Of the Vanishing. I count myself lucky that I wasn’t as far from home as the men and women next to me, but I was still left with little but the clothes on my back, my car, and the love of my life, who’s with us tonight.
[Applause]
[The woman standing to the left of Pedro, and the last person, stands up.]
**Denise**: Hi, my name is Denise Appleton, and I’m from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I was driving down to meet my sister for dinner in Titusville. I’d stopped on my way to admire the sunset at the beach, when suddenly, everything changed. I hope to get to know all of you, and help this difficult transition.
[Applause]
[The five sit down again.]
**Raymond**: Now, I would like to open this gathering by stating something important. The label ‘Snowbird’ or ‘Yank’, or far worse pejorative terms have been used by locals for decades now to describe us out-of-towners, or tourists, to tell us we’re taking up too much space down here. I used it because I wish to use it as a point of pride. That no matter how far you've flown from the nest; be it 2,000 miles or a hundred, you should always find a safe place to perch. Some have fared better than others over this tumultuous year, and while the USPG says the *Farragut* is stationed here for our protection, and its systems have been used for helping maintain control and energy production, I must say, seeing that giant Destroyer feels more like a warning against any ne’er do wells at their new capitol complex near Port Canaveral, and for the rest of the territory under their sway.
Now, I am not saying the USPG isn’t unwanted. I am glad that they’ve provided some law and order around here. God knows some of the motels have gotten rather raucous. Like that one who constantly has fights in the parking lot with strange poses, while carrying around things like a fencing sword, a picture frame, an arrow. I saw one of them hauling a canoe with a stuffed gorilla!
[Laughter from the crowd.]
**Raymond**: Apparently they’re taking inspiration from a Japanese anime, and even have “sworn enemies” in another motel who fight them sometimes in the motel rooms, and the parking lots, and even the streets sometimes. I’d love to see the look on Hugh Desmond’s face when he gets reports of that.
[Raymond starts imitating an army officer]
“Mr. President, another report from Canaveral.”
[Raymond imitates President Desmond
“Have they gotten Merritt Island under control, at last?”
[Back to the army officer]
“Well, mostly, sir.”
“Mostly It’s been almost a year, what do you mean mostly?”
“Most of the citizens have accepted the rule, albeit begrudgingly. But there’s been some… Gang fights…”
“Why the hesitation?”
“Well, Mr. President, what do you know about anime?”
[Great laughter from the crowd.]
**Raymond**: But, they’re a symptom of the chaos of the past year. The disaster stories I’ve come across about isolated pockets of survivors around Florida, around the country, or what’s left of it. There were riots in far flung communities on the Gulf Coast when power ran out, or when supplies ran short. Some of them simply fled to the Conch Republic or Mobile. Hell, I’ve heard there’s a growing, makeshift community trying to rough it out in the wilderness formerly known as Pinellas County. And the less said about the countless car accidents suffered during that split-second, the better. I’ve come across some of you with us tonight, and know that there’s one here who narrowly avoided such a fate by a few seconds, simply because they were cut off in traffic a minute earlier. We should all be thankful to the powers that be that we are still here tonight.
That doesn’t mean our pain is over, though, quite the opposite. The USPG has been desperately fighting to help these communities survive and be sustainable, but it can’t be everywhere. The local governments have done their best, but there’s still so many that have slipped between the cracks. The poor, the hungry, who have been stuck in hotels and motels in worsening conditions. Some of us have been relatively fortunate to join the hotel staff and cleaning services, so we could afford some meager savings and food, or found odd jobs mowing lawns, construction, deliveries, maintenance, and so on. The person I’m proudest of is on stage with me. Pedro, stand up again.
[Pedro stands up]
**Raymond**: Pedro, tell everyone what you’ve been doing for the community.
**Pedro**: I’ve been an advocate for the Latino community who got stuck here, away from their homes. Some of them can’t speak English very well, so my girlfriend and I have been helping them find homes, motels, or hotels that could take them in, and get them reliable access to necessities and even a couple of side jobs for some of them.
[Applause]
**Raymond**: I came across Pedro through Tyrell, who’d come to know a few Latino community members over the past few months. Tyrell was living on the same floor as me in this hotel when I came here in October, when the Sorting got started. Tyrell saw this tired, shaken, middle-aged cook from Chicago who had no kitchen to go back to, and saw someone with potential. Tyrell saw that someone could be a useful cook in the hotel kitchen, and helped me get a position there, and I’ve now helped to oversee multiple new meal options here. I can see that you’ve all enjoyed plenty from the empty buffet platters in the back, too!
[Mild laughter]
**Raymond**: I’ve come across all the people on stage next to me over the community building that’s happened over the past year. There’s been some from all across the country, and some who weren’t even born here and face even greater difficulties. Some people say, “go back home!” The United States has been their home for years, even decades! And even worse, their home country has gone too! Pedro has come across a family who moved from Nicaragua 12 years ago, who’s faced such discrimination, even attacks on their house! But Pedro found them a safe community of fellow Latin Americans in a hotel in Satellite Beach, who had found a new community amidst the current tragedy.
[More Applause]
Raymond: When the talks of forming this community first got started earlier this year, I suggested Pedro be the face of it, but Pedro, ever humble, declined. He said that for a serious, large scale project that we were to undertake, a man of, well-
[Raymond gestures to his white skin]
**Raymond**: -My appearance, should take the head. For a more widespread appeal, as it were. I’ve only been a small-time chef in a Chicago kitchen, as my highest level of leadership. But as someone who’s helped poor and homeless people back home with giving them some of the leftovers before, volunteered at local soup kitchens, and learned a thing or two from my new friends next to me, I decided I could take on this burden, as long as they would stand with me.
[Applause]
**Raymond**: Now, this isn’t all about me. This meeting was gathered so that you people could discuss issues you’ve been having, and how we can be of assistance to you and this community that’s formed in the hotel. There’s a podium right there.
[Raymond gestures to a podium standing on the ground near the front of the stage.]
**Raymond**: Please, come over if you have any comments, questions, or concerns. Let our flock aid your nest.
[A man in his mid-30s comes up to the podium]
**Riley**: Hello, my name is Riley Swanson. I’m from Pittsburgh, and was staying in a motel at New Smyrna Beach. I was moved down here 2 weeks ago as part of the Sortings, and have exhausted all my savings and almost all belongings except for the clothes in my suitcase and my wallet. Even my phone was pawned for a Razor Scooter so I could get around New Smyrna, and I couldn’t get it back before coming down here, since I need my scooter so I have a means of transportation. I took a plane down here so I don’t even have my car, it vanished along with nearly all my belongings. I was wondering if this Snowbird Society could provide us with potential employment opportunities somewhere in the area.
**Raymond**: I’m glad you asked. Denise here worked for the hiring department back in Wisconsin, and helped people in our hotel find employment opportunities in the Merritt Island region. From here to Sebastian Inlet, Diana has set up connections and information across the island. We can set up a meeting after this, and help to get you acquainted somewhere you could be of assistance!
**Riley**: Thanks, I was wondering how I was gonna get along in this new place they dumped me. I assume there’s a food kitchen that will be provided for, I’ve had to scrape by on rations provided to me by kind people in the hotel, and some people in this room.
**Raymond**: Yes, thankfully there has been a steady supply of food coming in from container ships the past few months, but food has been getting a bit harder to come by. The world population has gone down significantly, but that also means far less people farming. Thankfully, there’s been some talks between the Puerto Rican communities here and in Miami with the mainland, and there may be some trade deals involving farming coming up. In the meantime, there’s been local vegetable gardens grown, and fishing has risen in popularity an innumerable amount, naturally. If you’d like, there’s always room for more people on fishing expeditions.
**Riley**: I actually went fishing with my dad on the Allegheny River when I was younger. I never was the biggest fan as a kid, but I always wanted to take any kids I had in the future fishing. Maybe this can be a chance to fulfill it, in a way.
**Raymond**: Perfect! Denise will meet with you after this to set up a future meeting, to see which fishing boats could be available for you. Anyone else?
[Riley leaves the podium, as a tired, hungry looking woman takes his spot.]
**Bonnie**: Hello, I’m Bonnie Winslow, from Denver. I was down here as part of a job training seminar here in town, and was staying at a hotel there when It happened. I was able to stay there for a while but couldn’t seem to get any food after several months. Meanwhile I’ve been staying at an overflowing homeless shelter since the job we were training for got Vanished. I haven’t been getting much food or sleep, and have been sleeping poorly in the hallway for months. Is there a better place somewhere that I could potentially stay? One that has more than one or two meagre meals a day?
**Raymond**: Of course! I’ve managed to convince the hotel manager to let me assist in gathering food and supplies needed here, and we snagged a solid deal with port officials to let some hotels where the disenfranchised people, with nowhere to go, who have children as well, have priority feeding. Turns out even hardened merchant marines have a soft spot for hungry kids. Shoutout to my main man Pagasa for being the middleman in that discussion.
**Bonnie**: Thank you, I wish I could ask for employment too, but I’ve just been so drained after everything…
**Raymond**: Not to worry. At the Snowbird Society, we always help anyone who comes to roost. Anyone else?
[Bonnie leaves, and a young man comes up]
**Reggie**: Hey there, I’m Reggie Wainwright, and I’m from Gainesville. I was born and raised in this state, and decided to go to University of Florida, naturally. I was in my 3rd year when the Vanishing happened, and was staying at Sebastian Inlet with a friend at the time. Well, fortunately I’ve stayed with him and his family, but we got in a big fight and I got kicked out a couple weeks ago. I tried staying at that one motel you mentioned earlier, with the canoe and gorilla. Well I couldn’t stand that place so I came here hoping to find some help. Anything a 3rd year biology student can get for help? Like some kinda job?
[Jacob stands up and speaks]
**Jacob**: I believe I could be of assistance. I know a motel nearby that’s been having… trouble, lately.You know the one you’ve been staying at recently?
**Reggie**: I am NOT staying at the hellhole again!
**Raymond**: Jacob, seriously, is this the time for jokes?
**Jacob**: I’m serious! The cleaning lady at the hotel down the street from there has been looking for another set of hands, one to clean the men’s rooms, since she can’t exactly go in there while the men are staying. And there’s not been any instances of the fights spilling over to that one for almost a month!
[Raymond pinches the bridge of his nose.]
**Raymond**: Jacob, I swear…
**Jacob**: Hey, it comes with free food and board! Plenty have tried to stay there but between the guests' attitude and dealing with “Boyz II Men” harassing people with rock-paper-scissors every other week, it’s had high turnover. I know it sounds difficult, Reggie, but if you’re looking for a roof over your head and 3 square meals a day, it’s a good spot.
**Reggie**: Well, I guess beggars can’t be choosers. Besides, I’ve been meaning to give a couple of those guys a rematch. “Atom Heart Father” stabbed me lightly with an arrow, trying to “awaken me”, when all he did was give me a scar on my forearm. I’ll “awaken” him if he comes down there again…
**Raymond**: O-kayyyy, any other people? Please, someone with a less violent problem and/or solution, Jacob.
[Raymond turns to glare at his old friend, who silently slumps back into his seat.]
[Reggie returns to his seat, and another man comes up, carrying a toddler in his arms.]
**David**: Hello, I’m David Rodriguez, from Atlanta. I was taking my son to his first beach vacation in Melbourne when it happened. My wife had family nearby and was visiting them when it happened. I never liked them, so I decided to take my boy Davey, here, to the beach at the time. I wanted to leave earlier so we could meet them for dinner, but we stayed a bit late due to traffic, and ended up getting saved from oblivion. It’s just been the two of us since then, and while it’s been hard getting food for the two of us, taking care of and raising a child, I had nowhere to put him while I tried to find work. I found some gigs landscaping, to make ends meet, but I had to leave Davey in the homes of whoever’s lawn I was mowing. I hate to do it, some of them have kids of their own and don’t like Davey crying whenever the lawn mower sound comes by. Is there some kind of free daycare for young children available?
**Raymond**: I’m glad you asked, and so sorry to hear for your loss. In this very hotel, on the 4th floor, we’ve had a couple people who had child care experience set up a daycare! It’s free, and we pay the workers with meal vouchers that are recognized in a couple other hotels we’ve had connections with. If anyone here has children they can’t watch for most of the day, or feels like they may want to assist in this childcare endeavor, feel free to talk to Denise after the meeting. Now, I think we can move on from me talking, and let the rest of you connect with others in this room. I have a few people I want to talk with one-on-one, and I hope that all of us can be of assistance to you. Remember, Here at the Snowbird Society, No matter how far you've flown from the nest-
[The rest of the people on stage join in-] ”You should always find a safe place to perch!”
[Applause comes from the audience, with a few giving standing ovations. The people on stage leave, and join the crowd, going from table to table, conversing with others and meeting new people they can assist.]
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