Kiddo,
It's been a couple months since you gave birth to Leah and your Ma gave birth to Ollie, your youngest brother. The whole family has moved out of the Ascendant, heading south to Salt. Your Ma gave you Jemma's shack, and she, Ollie and Hump built a new place. Where is it in Salt? Right beside you, or somewhere close or what?
You're woken first by Junker, barking at something. It's dawn, just barely. Of course, Junker woke Leah, who just started crying. Someone lying beside you just stirred, murmuring that they will take care of Leah. Who is it?
Let's see you roll your Moonlighting, Kiddo. I want to know how things are going for you.
Speaking of which, let's see how much of your crew you've retained.
Roll+ Hot. On a 7-9, choose two folks who are here or near Salt and working for you. On a 10+, choose three:
* Svenja
* Bega
* Brillo
* Caesar
* Amazon
* Trojan
* NPC not listed
On a miss, MC chooses who is on the crew for now, and they're all out on a job.
This isn't to say the unchosen won't arrive, but something has prevented their arrival.
Comments
Moonlighting (Roll+Cool):
(Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 4, 6. Total: 13)
Custom:
(Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 1, 5. Total: 7)
Svenja left the Northern Candies, and the Ascendant, in search of "greener pastures" and wound up, in all places, at Salt with us. I think she liked the outing with Ma' and me more than she let on. Omo up and came with us too — abandoning her job at the clinic to follow Rinso while he opened his, citing his "drek grammar" as the main reason he couldn't make a run of it alone. I had to giggle... Rinso does have some pretty shit writing.
In any case, Cherry and Svenja have been running protection (Bodyguarding: 1-barter) for a supply run I negotiated with Boomtown (Brokering Deals: 1-barter), and I got the last of my kickbacks from Proper and Star (Entertainment: 1-barter, Enforcement: 1-barter) — which is an arrangement I'm not sure I want to keep going anymore... I mean I'm not one to turn down money for keeping the arrangements going, but Leah's taken up so much of my time I don't think I'll be able to focus on anything other than her in the long-term.
I was perfectly happy sleeping when Junker started barking, but now that Leah's crying I'm wide awake... Well, as awake as a sleep deprived mother can be I guess. She's doing better at sleeping through the night at least. I slowly roll over, sniffling in the cold morning air, and kiss Vee on the cheek, "it's ok, honeybee, I'm up. You got the last one." Then I grab my shirt, slip it on over my head, and go to grab Leah. I slowly lift her out of the crib, swearing she's grown since I last put her down, check her diaper just in case, and then gently rest her head on my shoulder, "It's OK, sweetie," I whisper groggily, "Mommy's here." I kiss her cheek gently, and go find Junker to shut him up.
What the hell is he barking at, anyway?
You pick up your daughter. Leah's not wet, but she is not happy to have been woken up. She has your temper, it seems. She keeps crying, even though you kiss her cheek and hold her the way she normally likes. You head to the front door to check for Junker, who likes sleeping in the open space under the shack. Junker is a meter in front of the house, barking and dancing side to side.
There's a snake outside, slithering back and forth like it's looking for an opening. Junker is keeping it at bay, but the thing is probably poisonous, and he seems keenly aware, and loathe to jump right in. They've hit a standoff.
I guess I should be thankful that the most excitement I see lately is the occasional snake I have to kill with a shovel. The frakking things are just everywhere. I grab the shovel sitting by the door, and head out to deal with this. "Good boy, Junk — I'll take it from here..." I'm sure someone'll want this snake's head for the antivenom.
Alright, Kiddo. Let's see you deal with this snake. Roll me a Seize by Force on that sucker.
(Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 4, 5. Total: 10)
• Suffer little harm.
• Inflict terrible harm.
• Take definite hold of it.
I kinda feel bad frakking that snake up like I did... It was so busy dealing with Junker it never saw me bring the shovel down on it. I chopped its head off so quick it went rolling off down the road. I grabbed a bucket over by the corner of the shack, and carefully put the head into it for later.
The trick here is that snake heads can sometimes still bite you after they're decapitated, so I'm being really careful not to get near it. I let it bleed out and properly die before disposing of the body over by the meat shack, and stowing the head away for later. I don't like snake meat, especially poisonous snakes, but there's no sense in throwing out food...
As you're finishing up, Junker moves over with you, sniff the dead snake once. Then, he exhales real sharp through his nose, as if to say "I'm done with this shit." and trots back over to the shack.
It's funny, right? You watch him walk over there, and that's when you spot a pair of eyes, shining out from under the shack. Right where Junker came, where he sleeps. They're watching you calmly.
It's another dog.
It isn't coming out. What do you do?
I slowly rise up off my haunches, which is getting much easier now that I'm not lugging around 35 pounds of baby weight anymore, and put the shovel away. We've got a little bit of spare meat from last night that I was saving for breakfast, but business has been good enough that I think we can afford some food from Oliver's. I check on Vee and Leah before heading back out to offer the meat to Junk and his ... ahem, house guests.
You grab the spare meat from... where do you keep it in this shack anyways?
Anyway, I give my girls a kiss before heading over to the storage closet and grabbing that hunk of meat. Then I'm back outside, trying to coax our guest out from under the shack.
You head back outside. The meat works to get the mother to stick her head out. Yes, it's puppies. Six. The momma is some mutt, but she makes cute babies. Maybe, with Junker's stock, they might be worth selling? OR giving away. They aren't weaned, you're pretty sure.
Your Dad is up, He's standing outside his new place, "pretend smoking", which is where he has a stick in his mouth and is thinking and chewing on it. He's not looking your way. He totally came out to check on Junker, probably the puppies, too.
I give the pups outside a good look over, and pet the mother once she's eating the meat I brought out. I won't say I feel a kinship with her, 'cause that would be frakking stupid, but she's got this goofy grin on her that I totally understand... Almost like she's saying look what I made! ... They're cute, alright. Vee'll love 'em.
I stand up and brush off my knees, then spot Dad playing coy over by his place... He always was a terrible liar. I narrow my eyes and bite my lip in mock persecution as I stroll over to him. "What are you doing to my dog?" I jokingly call when I'm in earshot.
When you step back, he looks down at you, "Lost th' weight, it seems. Gonna hit the road soon?" The door to their place is open. You see Rinsa in there, laying on the floor, coloring.
I pause a minute when he comments on my weight, spotting Rinsa down on the floor coloring, and shake my head. "I hadn't planned on it just yet... Business is good enough that I can coast for a while, but I may need to chat with Star and Proper soon... It's just not right that I'm still getting kickbacks for their hard work when I'm down here taking care of Leah." I nod over towards Rinsa, and add, "you taking care of her now? What's Ma' think of that?"
Rinsa looks up from her coloring at you. She's kicking her feet in the air and was humming until she heard your voice. Now she's looking at you with those deep eyes of hers. No expression for a moment. Then, she waves with the hand holding a blue crayon.
... Which I really hope isn't necessary. I pat Dad on the shoulder and wave back to Rinsa, then walk over to see what she's up to. "Hey sweetie! Whatcha drawing?"
"A shadow dwagon!" Rinsa calls back, like it's just a thing you need to draw. She pulls the page up from the floor to display it. It's, well, for a four year old, pretty decent. You see the blue and black dragon, wings and all. There's a guy in its clutches, bitten in half, he's a skeleton now. And blood, all around the dragon's mouth and the ground.
I giggle at Rinsa's enthusiasm and crouch down next to her to get a better view. It's a pretty bloody picture for a four year old — but I seem to recall having some pretty violent drawings at age four too... Especially under Ma's influence. "Hunk stomping stupid guys" was a popular one for a while. Hunk loved that... I tussle Rinsa's hair and give her a kiss on the top of the head. "Your mom shouldn't be on the road too much longer sweetie. Are you anxious to see her when she gets home?"
Your Ma appears from the bedroom, lil Ollie attached to her breast, eating away while she holds him. She looks up at you, gives you a nod, "Mornin, Kiddo."
Well, I'm not going down that rabbit hole... "Did Ollie show you the puppies? They're really cute!"
That's around when Ma' comes out, feeding Ollie, and I wave up at her. "Mornin' Ma'!" I get up and give her a kiss on the cheek. "Had a snake wander over to the shack this morning... I think it was poisonous, so I was gunna run the head it down to Kim later. You feel like going for a ride?"
Your Ma nods at your information about the snake, unperturbed, "One thing I always hated about Salt. All the damn snakes. And yes, I wanna ride. Ols, will you watch the kids so's we can get out for a bit?"
Ollie responds from behind you, "O'course." He chuckles lightly, "S'pose we can have a lil sing-a-long, right, Rinsa?"
Rinsa hops up to her knees with sudden energy, eyes alight, "SING A LONG! Yes! We gonna do Ima pepper?!?"
"Heh heh, no doubt, darlin." Ollie responds as he walks back inside.
Most of my morning routine's a little boring — feed and change Leah, eat, check in on Rinnie... Today I guess I'll be filling up the bike though. I think I might take Leah with me... Give Rinnie and Vee some alone time for a change... They've been right patient with me, so I think they deserve it. Not that I don't trust Dad or anything, but I'm not going anywhere dangerous, and Leah's got a bit of irritation on her hands and feet — like really dry, red skin — so I wanna bring her over to Kim's clinic. Rinso said it's probably nothing, but I wanna get it checked out... Mother's paranoia, right?
Let's pick up with your Ma on her ride and you on yours, heading to see Kim. How does Leah ride on your bike, by the way?
I've got a sling that Cherry gave me for carrying Leah. It's basically a big sheet of cloth that ties over my shoulder, and holds Leah close to my chest — nice and snug. It's great for a little privacy during feedings too. It's purple. I think it looks sharp... I tend to ride a little slower with Leah, just to make sure I can respond to the road safely.
The place is busy, like always. Looks like inoculations going on. A queue to outside, folks getting meds.
Duracell will take the snake head, offer some meds in return if you need it. Do you?
That's quick enough, and here you are in Boomtown. What do you do?
Gods... I'm supposed to be on leave from this shit.
(Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 4, 4. Total: 11)
Q1: Is Duracell telling the truth about there being nothing to worry about?
OOC: How can I get Duracell to tell me what's going on?
You need to guilt her into it. Thinking your kid is in danger. Or, threaten to start a panic if you don't get answers. You realize that she wouldn't take a bribe, which is rare.
OOC: How can I get Duracell to pull Kim aside right now?
You wore her down.
After a few minutes, Kim comes back, "Is Leah sick?" She doesn't know what's up, Duracell must have not said.
"I'm not some bumpkin, Kiddo. Stitch is a miracle worker, but I know my shit." She looks down at Leah, then back up, "Sorry."
Then I sigh, and look over to Kim and shrug, "Sorry to push you like that doc... Old habits die hard I guess. If there's anything I can do to help keep folks healthy, you know I will."
Where do you do?
She hugs you, then leans down over Leah for a closer look. Leah, for her part, seems stymied by Butter Nut, and gapes at her.
I turn back to Butter, all smiles, and add, "so when are you coming up to Salt? You know we're all missing you!"
"She's got your nose, Kiddo. Your adorable little nose." She smiles, then looks up at you, "She's going to be a real heart-breaker, you know." She smiles at you, then reaches out a finger to touch the tip of your nose.
I huff a breathy laugh, and look back down to Lean with a contented smile, "she's something special alright... Already broke her Uncle's heart when I took her away for a feeding." I almost wonder what's on her mind... There's something about that look. Butter's a complete mystery to me...
(Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 2, 5. Total: 10)
Q1: What is Butter Nut really feeling right now?
She's happy for you, proud of you, too. A tiny bit jealous of you, since she's a little lonely.
Q2: What does Butter wish I'd do?
She wants to go. If you, just you brought her up there. She'd go for that. Riding with a baby and no sidecar, that would freak her out.
Q3: What does Butter intend to do?
Butter Nut intends on having some fun away from work. She's worked so hard for so long, she doesn't even know what a vacation is. She knows you are interested in her, and while she's not trying to play "homewrecker", she really wants to feel attractive, and being near you does that for her in spades. She hasn't had a pretty girl interested in her since Chiclet. And that was ages ago. She's always been a little bit curious.
Anyway, I'm going to eat this delicious food, and share a couple raisins with Leah, and try to relax a bit before meeting up with Ma' to head home. Maybe I'll drop in on Tech to show him Leah...