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"Lovebirds... Gross," I tease, taking another drink, and starting to feel good. I wonder if this is a temporary arrangement, so that Roth can steal something from her... Opportunism at every fekin' corner. Love ain't a fekin' blessing — it's a fekin…
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Business... The thought of discussing it with an outsider turns my stomach. I make a sour face, and take another swig of the turpentine these arseheads call "swill". "Yeah. Couple new girls... What's this with you and June? You sweet on her or somet…
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I reach over and take the bottle from her, "easy now – that shite ain't cheap" I stifle a snort before taking a swig, and putting the bottle down between us. "Tricks are shite. Had to put down a bunch of rocksuckers at the Diamond. Scared off a bunc…
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I look 'round the bar – at the mosh pit, the gangs, June, and now Rothschild – and laugh. "Is that a joke?" I don't stop her from drinking the booze... Better she feels secure. I loosen up a bit when she asks about hooking up with Krin. "They ain't …
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Huh... What's June up and doin' with Last and Ace? ... Here I was thinking my back room dealings were the most secretive in the valley... I watch June sit down next to them, and I'm surprised to find myself a little disappointed she didn't come ov…
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I take a big gulp of the swill as he hands it to me. It scorches the lining of my throat on its way down; but my cough is gone... Fekin' magic, this stuff. I double-take at the sight of Rothschild at the door, let a lone June. There's a pair of ind…
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That gets a chuckle out of me. I ain't one for politics, really, myself. There are more direct ways to solve problems than coming to consensus with a fekin' committee. Not that those more direct methods have been payin' out lately... Sure, the oil i…
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I guess word travels pretty well 'bout our little estabishment... I'd always hoped the Diamond had a little more "rough-and-tumble" kind of a reputation — but that'll do, I guess... Anything to bring in the business. "I suppose so. What're all these…
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I shake my head when he asks if he should know me. "Not unless you were tending bar ... What, goin' on 2 years ago now? I run a joint down in the Irons. Quieter than this place — I doubt you'd like it..." That's just a guess though. "Wot do you feke…
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Fekin' shite. It's so loud in here I can't even hear myself think! I can't remember if it was this bad last time I was in here... My joint is filled with folks who might gut you if you cook them off; but these folks over here, moshin' like they're s…
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A wry smile sneaks into my face, and I wink knowingly at Cinch, before turning to address the Fipper. "Sure, sure." Fekin' fippers... I nod to Cinch, and push myself off the wall. "If I ain't there, I'll likely be poundin' back the cheapest whiskeys…
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I smile and back off. I didn't know Cinch had a thing with a fipper. That's fekin'.... Weird. "Hey — no problemo. I get it, eh? I just only recently discovered Fippers can fraternize with us folks, myself. I don't wanna be interruptin' or nothin'. W…
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I follow her nod over to the door, and raise an eyebrow at Cinch knowing a fipper. She doesn't seem too interested in chit-chat... "Might could do. I don't gotta be back just yet. This business... Is it with them? Is this a bad time?" I guess I coul…
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I take up a spot leaning next to her on the wall. "Good. Locked down a few new additions — a pair of identical twins, if you believe it. I'd wager they'll bring in a pretty penny... About to head back actually. What're you up to?"
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Sash takin' over is good enough for me. I'm mostly browsin' about, toothpick in hand, takin' in the sun for a change... I can go days without it sometimes. I've been burying myself in work since that bullshite at the Diamond with Sierra, and this is…
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I don't much care to do interviews with girls — I ain't lookin' for ladies who need jobs much anymore... I'm lookin' for girls who want some freedom. To get out from under some blazebrain system out to get them. Mostly I let the girls come to me, dr…
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OOC: Recruiting some girls. Roll+Hot (Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 5, 2. Total: 10)
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Gigg, be Hot.
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Sierra, be Hard. Also, Sierra, please highlight Esco.
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Sierra takes +1Hx with Esco.
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OOC: Rolling the harm move! Roll+Harm Dealt. (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 3, 3. Total: 7)
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I huff an angry breath through my nose, and stagger a bit as Sierra inserts herself between us. I try – fek knows, I try – to ignore her. To bluff the same hand. To pretend all that shite I said back in there wasnt real... But it was, and I feel my…
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That stings enough that it shows in my face. In part because I thought maybe there was something mutual between us... And because I've always tried to be nothing but welcoming to Sierra. I thought maybe we shared some form of loneliness, or responsi…
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I drop my head into my hands, the weight of all this suddenly too much to bear. She's confused... Maybe I've been too busy to devote a hundred percent of myself these last couple days, and I guess that makes me to blame — not that I could devote all…
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She wasn't going to... What? Hurt herself? It sure as shite seemed to me like she was ready to do that. I wait until she stops coughing before I start talkin' again. I wanna hug her... Comfort her... I just don't know if that's what she wants. I don…
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I don't fekin' understand... But I need to. I don't open up to many folks that come and go in my life, and Sierra's the first person where I find myself actually givin' a shite about her. If I let this go — what the fek is left? OOC: Reading Sierr…
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Week 11 - ♥8 An old piece of machinery is discovered, broken but reparable. What is it? What would it be useful for? With Prin's assistance, some researchers from the Pleiades colony have investigated her former home. They came across a room, only…
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"Wot the fek!" I shout, as Sierra seizes from Pellet's taser. I barely have a second to think before I'm diving to catch Sierra, and make sure she doesn't land on the knife, or hit her head... I used to have a brother that seized from time to time —…
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Week 9 - ♥3 Someone new arrives, who? A small group of people returning to the ship to collect some food from the refrigeration units when they ran across a young girl in her early twenties scavenging for food. She was fit, and (somewhat astonishi…
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The knife goes up to her throat, and my knees go weak — this is going so far sideways it's practically upside down. "Sierra," I plead, "don't. Please."