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I glance down at her hand for a moment before looking back up at her, and smiling. "Wot's this, then?"
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I tilt my head up to catch her gaze after a moment's consideration, and nod complicitly. "Yeah. It ain't bad." I pat the table in front of her, motioning for her to sit. "So you're fixin' to stick around long term, then? We ain't scared you off yet?"
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I'm leanin' back in a chair, with my back to the rail overlookin' the pit proper, my feet up on the chair next to me — it looks like I'm relaxin', but really I'm savin' it. I smile when Rufe starts talkin' business — as much as I wanted to make this…
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I'm takin' it slow tonight, chattin' up everyone who came in, tryin' to make sure everyone knows they can come to me if someone gives 'em shite. My eyes keep lingerin' to the the door, though — hopin' Fleece will come in. Rufe, of all fekkin' peopl…
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OOC: Tweaking the feed. Roll+Sharp. (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 2, 2. Total: 5)
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I pitch in. Never let it be said I don't pick up a fekin' hammer, and get some blazin' work done when I have to! The girls need a private space, and we need to set up some private rooms where they can perform their trade... Nothing gets a barn built…
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I make my way through the crowd, barely stopping when the blazebrains start giving me the third degree. I stop just shy of the door, and turn around to address the group. "We're closed for a private function — gotta let the girls pretty themselves u…
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I nod, "Go grab some shite from my stash and get a shiteload of booze for tonight. Some food, too. We're gunna need it." Then I set off to find Wink — wherever he got to.
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I take some time to eat, and tolerate my coffee while the ideas percolate in my brain. It occurs to me we ain't actually stopped to take a breath since the attack — hell, I can't remember a day we weren't open since we opened. Maybe if I treated the…
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Well then... • What do they love best? • Who do they know, like and/or trust? (preferably other than Mot, but hey... I ain't picky) • How could I get to them, physically or emotionally?
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OOC: Everybody Eats, Roll+Hot (Highlighted). (Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 6, 6. Total: 15)
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Fekin' Mot... Where the fek is that blazebrain, anyhow? I doubt he'd settle for Marigold keepin' one foot in the water. Then again, that shite ain't up to him. "Everyone's got a price, Sash... If we can't convince Marigold to stay, then we'll cross …
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My eyes fight me when I try to open them, the daylight an unwelcome guest in my world... I eye the room for her, and I'm surprised by the emptiness filling my chest. I decide against lingering, but leave the sheath to my knife on the table next to h…
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The idea of us all fleeing the irons at the hand of the United Front, only to run into the open arms of the Fat Man sits poorly with me. I think on it as we walk up the stairs to her room. "Wot if I brokered things for you? Let you set up shop on yo…
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That's actually a bit better than I was hopin' for — even if she's still uneasy 'bout lettin' her go. Sierra might not be lookin' to stay put, but I don't plan on goin' nowhere — certainly while these UF fekkers are in need of payback. I stand up, a…
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I chuckle at her suggestion those UF blazebrains get skinned... I'm about to tell her we did one better, but she moves on to Sierra. My eyes narrow, and look away. "I heard." I'm just glad she ain't here now... I wouldn't know what to say, and I ain…
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I scoot the seat back so I can sit, and take a swig from her tumbler. This place is nice... Wonder wot it would take to get them under my wing. I tap a finger down on her pad of paper, and sit back in my chair, "you're gunna work yourself to death, …
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Young boys, huh? ... Once we've got a good supply collected for the Pit, and folks are starting to settle into a routine, I'm going to go find Fleece. Make sure she's alright... I need to mull over this revelation about the Fat Man.
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OOC: My question: How could I get to them, physically or emotionally?
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OOC: Rolling Everybody Eats, Even That Guy... Roll+Hot. Highlighted. (Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 1, 4. Total: 8)
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That's not the answer I wanted to hear, but it might be the only option I have. I nod, to release him — not that I'd imagine he was waiting on permission. I guess I need to find a way to get the Fat Man here. Talk him down.
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I nod, "aright. You got any safes or the like? Somethin' I can use to keep my shite safe? Or at least the name of someone who makes 'em?"
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I look around for them. "I don't see why not..." Obviously Sash is here. Is Marigold handy?
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Those two UFers... Well, I saw security escort them off the premises, without their gang colors — or any other clothes, for that matter. Some girls followed in tow, laughin' like the vindictive witches they can be when scorned, those UF patches in h…
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I get to work touring the facilities, checkin' out the pit, the maintenance rooms, the Foreman's office, the cold storage, lookin' for spots the girls can set up shop. I may clean out the maintenance room in the basement, turn it into a spot for the…
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A new singer? ... That had better not be Sierra. Won't be a fekin' bird in a cage, my arse. ... That was unfair. I shrug it off. "That kinda attitude gets your arse kicked out to the fekin' curb — my joint's gunna be the best in town, and I don't …
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OOC: Fingers in every pie. Roll+Hot. Highlighted. (Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 5, 4. Total: 12)
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I sigh. I ain't got time to teach mophead here how to read. "Sash," I call out, tucking my knife, sheath and all, back into my jacket pocket, "teach this fekin' blazebrain how to read." I make my way around the bar, to see what they've got. I look…
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I shake my head, "the sooner you bring me Kettle, the more likely I am to get you out of that dark corner." I lift my knife, and step aside, showing him the door. Presuming he leaves, I tuck my knife back into its sheath. I look to the bartender, "…
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I let the blazebrains go, deciding this young shite is probably a good enough prize for now. I keep my knife, and my gaze on him a minute longer, lettin' him sweat this one out. "Dremmer and his boys took our home, and we ain't done nothin' to him t…