Clarity, Bar nods solemnly, "only guy 'round for miles, Clarity... Balls chased him down, roughed him up bad before we caught up. He confessed, and Justice was meeted out."
Ratpack doesn't follow your reasoning, "so he shouldn'a shot our boy Tictac…
Robinson, where to after this? Back to the workshop? Or more errands?
Rue, the familiar smell of peaty scotch, and cheap tobacco flood the air again, and you feel a presence behind you. "Brings back memories, donnit Sweet cheeks?" the familiar voic…
Clarity, Bar sighs quietly to himself, and pauses — probably searching for the right words to describe the situation. "Doughboy took a shot at one of our boys yesterday, likely out huntin', and killed him... Was likely an accident, but I ain't the o…
Clarity, the boys walking scout stop mid step when they hear the thicket ahead rustling, and call out, "We got movement!" loud enough that Thirds can see the boys at the fire, including Balls, jumping to attention — but then Clarity starts talking, …
Thirds, well, if you're talking about the camp proper, there's a good five or so guys sitting by the fire with a mixture of various weapons, cooking a can of something to share. They definitely look like people from the south side of the Ruins. If y…
Wisher smiles to herself as she gets comfortable. "Maybe I can convince Grampa Bill to let me trade some of our stuff out with Monroe... Y'know, once things get quiet. Maybe we can get a batch of arrows or somethin' ready in a week or two. That is, …
All, It becomes obvious as you approach that there are people on scout duty for the camp. Things are really quiet, and the trees between you and the campsite are cutting down on visibility and hearing. One thing you can tell, is that at least 2 guys…
Thirds, If you've got a record in mind, why don't you tell Clarity what it says.
Clarity, as you do that, you spot Rue coming in the front door.
Rue, you find Clarity with Thirds in his safe room at the back of the library among a slew of ancient …
Roark chuckles at your comment, and nods when you ask him to keep an eye out for Doghead harassing Shan. "I'll have a chat with the man. If he's got your vote, that's good 'nough for me." He waits patiently as you take a hit, and consider how to dea…
Roark smiles when you thank him, then makes a dubious face when you say you're only good at killing. "Sayin' you're only good for killin's like sayin' I'm only good fer smokin' spliffs, and talkin' atcha. I'll keep Doghead off yer backside though...…
Roark nods, and leans against a tree for comfort. He's rather soft-spoken, so he leans closer to you without actually looking at you. "Yeah... I've been tellin' Doghead to lock up a long time now. It ain't your business huntin' down food he couldn't…
Roark isn't one to hide his presence. He's quiet, but respectful of your privacy, so he averts his gaze when he sees you're bathing. "Afternoon, Rue... Just comin' by to chat's all. Doghead's been yakkin' at me all day 'bout some food of his got sto…
Hugo huffs a laugh, and even nods a couple times. "Monroe, huh? Maybe I will..."
The boys get to work helping you get that map. Anything else to say before they escort you out of here?
Shan stops dead in his tracks, even backs up a step when you start going off on him. He holds up his hands defensively, and keeps his mouth shut right up until you turn to walk away. After a few paces, you hear him mutter, "well, shit..." Then he tu…
A small girl named Sun made this. She spent her entire life living with her mother out in the ruins, learning how to hunt and scavenge with the best of them. You feel a great loneliness emanating off of this arrow. The amount of effort that went int…
You can practically feel Corbett waving goodbye behind your back. Somewhere in the mess of voices bouncing around your head, you hear Harrow whisper, "you keep away from my little brother." It hurts to think about doing otherwise.
Shan follows you …
Corbett takes a long drag off his cigarette when you "ask" to see the tent, then blows out a puff of smoke all over the place when you ask if Harrow took Doghead's food. "Sis does whatever she wants, Rue. Sometimes you jus' can't say no to her. Hell…
Hugo wants more than anything to strip this place down, and get home without incident. He doesn't mind fighting to defend what he views as his property, but a guarantee that this place will go uncontested would be enough to convince him to let go of…
Hugo looks behind you, scoping out the map on the wall, then answers, "That'd make a lot of scrap paper... Kindling... The plastic over top of it'd make a good window. What the hell you want that thing for?"
Corbett's narrows his eyes, and sets his jaw at the accusation. "You're accusin' me of stealin' from Doghead, then tellin' me the path to not gettin' shot — regardless of whether I did — is to give him shit that'd no doubt be more expensive than if …
Hugo bites his lip, and sizes you up. You can tell by the way he moves that he doesn't care for being told he's wrong... "I don't give a shit what killed these other men," he answers, coldly, "they prolly ate some bad meat, or drank some water they …
Corbett pays no mind to you looking at his bag. Instead, he smirks, and answers, "if I had a big-ass house-boat, enough gas to get me wherever the hell I wanted, and food to last a year, I wouldn't be hirin' nobody... But Sis is more realistic. She …
Corbett shrugs indifferently when you comment on Harrow running the family. He balances the log and rocks a bit off a big stone by the fire. His old combat boots muddy, and scuffed to high hell. "She's the one keeps us fed most days. We just make su…
Corbett shrugs and tosses a stump he's been using as a chair closer to the fire, then he sits down. "Sis said to stay behind. Not enough rations to guarantee all three of us could make the trip, so I'm supposed to chill here... Do some fishin', scav…
Shan doesn't seem to notice what you sound like. He seems mostly interested in just having someone to talk to.
Corbett on the other hand seems less interested in company. He picks up a whittled stick and starts stirring whatever's in that pot of h…
Shan listens calmly to your stories, hanging on every word. "Up north, huh? Gets right cold up there. Sounds like you been around quite a bit... One day when you got nothin' better to do, we're gunna get drunk, and you're gunna tell me why you set r…
Wisher shakes her head, "Naw... Nothing like that. The folks here are either family, or like family... Just thinkin' about layin' with someone who's either wiped my ass, or vice versa grosses me the hell out — let alone makin' a baby with one of 'em…
Roark gets up from eyeing a magazine he picked up when you call his name. It was a woodworking magazine with lots of pictures. He's not much for the trade, but he definitely appreciates good work. "Thanks Robinson," he says low, "quality work. How m…