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[Junk XIII] Those Punkass Kids (S 4-4)
Stitch,
You're up now, so I guess you what... head into the clinic? You get there before Duracell. The place was shut down, you haven't had any overnights this week, so Kim's been shutting down to let everyone get some rest. A few patients come in once they see you there. And you've treated a few folks before Duracell comes in. She looks a little surprised to see you here, but she isn't rude about it.
A few hours of light traffic, nothing earth-shattering, and Ikea comes in, looks around, comes straight up to you. He grins as he's walking. Do you have a patient when he comes in? What's their deal?
What do you do?
You're up now, so I guess you what... head into the clinic? You get there before Duracell. The place was shut down, you haven't had any overnights this week, so Kim's been shutting down to let everyone get some rest. A few patients come in once they see you there. And you've treated a few folks before Duracell comes in. She looks a little surprised to see you here, but she isn't rude about it.
A few hours of light traffic, nothing earth-shattering, and Ikea comes in, looks around, comes straight up to you. He grins as he's walking. Do you have a patient when he comes in? What's their deal?
What do you do?
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"Hey, Ikea." I say, finishing up the stitches. "What are you grinning about?" His smile is contagious, and my easy morning has left me in a good mood.
Its a scrap of paper with the dot matrix printer holes on the right side. On it, written in masterful calligraphy is the following:
Stitch,
Please join me for lunch at Sprite's. Butter Nut is preparing something special.
Metro
Ikea still staring up at you, grinning with those huge dimples. Olive sees the paper, she's sort of glancing at it, trying not to get caught looking.
What do you do?
I toss a throat lozenge to Ikea- it's not candy, but it's the closest I've got. "Thanks, kid!"
Ikea takes the Halls and bites it in half, puts half back in the wrapper, then hands it to Olive. He dashes off.
The rest of your morning shift passes, did anything crazy happen?
You head over to Sprite's for lunch.
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Sprite's is a pretty new place, considering. At least, Sprite had 'Tech move in a bunch of newer lumber and plating to take the rust off the outside. Sprite scrubbed a half dozen cafe tables and a dozen rod iron chairs. It looks like a tag-sale version of a French Bistro.
You see Metro sitting at a table. But he isn't alone. There are three guys sitting with him, like two of them pulled chairs from other tables. One of them, a guy with a big handlebar mustache, is eating some food that was where you were going to sit. It looks delicious, your favorite. What is it?
Another, with big bushy hair, he's at Metro's right and he's munching away at Metro's food, smiling and chatting at him. I sat chatting at him because Metro is not talking back, really. He looks... neutral. Sort of shut down. Maybe sulking, but not exactly that open about it.
You know these guys are Libs. You've seen them before, around.
What do you do?
I kind of pull up short when I walk it- that was my veggie plate! Those are hard to come by...
"Uh, hey." I say toward the table. What the hell is going on?
OOC: Read a sitch incoming.
(Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 5, 4. Total: 12)
Metro doesn't answer.
"Answer me, Metro." Jonamac says low and dangerous.
"Yes, you were having lunch. I am not eating." Metro says in a clipped tone.
Braeburn, the guy with the sideburns, he makes some noisy sounds of enjoying your salad, and nods. Then, with a mouth full of fresh veggies, he agrees, "So generous. Such a pleasant fellow. Always sharing and caring, like Momma Laramar taught us."
Metro starts to get up out of his seat, but the third guy, who has his back to you, it's Honeycrisp, he pushes at Metro's chest to keep him seated, "Don't go, man. Stick around, we're about to kick up outta here."
Jonamac looks up at you, "Wait... were you coming here to eat with techie?"
Jonamac and Braeburn are in control, for sure. Jonamac is ultimately in control because he's figured something isn't quite right about Metro, and he's using it. He hasn't quite figued it out, maybe he doesn't know what rules Metro's playing by. But once he does.... badness.
This fucking planet. I tell you. Not enough that Metro builds a fucking radio tower that's basically going to help every person in this damn town, but I've personally sewed up half of the Libs- Jonamac included. Shows what you get for being a nice fucking person.
Jonamac grabs another forkful of Metro's food and answers, "Ida's doin quite nice. Quite nice. Appreciate it, doc. Hey, you know, I bet you could grab some food of your own, still. Best if you run along, though," He puts an arm around Metro, "Tell doc you don't want her around, Metro." He squeezes Metro's neck.
Of course, it doesn't hurt, but he mimics pain and looks up at you. You see it around his eyes, the horror of this loss of control. He says in the same neutral tone, "Stitch, it would be best if you weren't around, right now."
Honeycrisp laughs at that, the grabs a bit of food off Metro's plate and munches on it.
What do you do?
Honeycrisp has his back to you, you know, if you wanted to punch some fool.
I backhand Honeycrisp.
OOC: Go aggro incoming
(Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 6, 4. Total: 12)
That poor sucker Honeycrisp...
Well, it reminds you of this ancient Garfield comic strip called the "Bean-filled Whack Bonk".
Except, your backhand was the Whack Bonk. Here's the strip, just for reference:
There's this pregnant pause. I know, I know, couldn't resist, but really. Honeycrisp, he's counting stars for a second. And Jonamac has a mouthful of food, that you can see because his mouth drops open with shock. Braeburn's eyes bug.
Then bam, Jonamac is laughing. Braeburn joins in, like horse laughing and drek. Jonamac stands, followed Braeburn, who pulls Honeycrisp up. Jon says, "Well, frak... if ya put it that way, heh heh. I guess y'all want some privacy? That's classic. Honey C, she laid yer ass out."
They move on, walking, laughing at Honeycrisp, and then Jonamac calls back, "I'll catch up with you later, Metro."
Metro watches them leave, like he wants to say something. But he doesn't. He turns to you, "I'm... I'm sorry, Stitch."
When they leave I exhale the breath I'd been holding. Deep breath. I actually close my eyes for a second. All I saw was red for a second there.
"Not your fault." I assure him. I sigh, pulling the note out of my pocket. "You wanted to see me?" I laugh weakly.
I stand there- a few feet away from him- not sure what to do. My brain supplies me with a memory- the first time Ethan hit me- except Ethan is replaced by Metro. I flinch.
He looks away from you, still sensing your discomfort. He says quietly, "This is why I stay away from people, Stitch."
"I'm... sorry you're hurt." I start, hesitantly. "I just... I know. I'm sorry they did that to you."
I take a step closer to him, but I wait for him to take the last step towards me.
"You are so special to me, Stitch," he says, no longer looking you in the eye. He's looking past you, up to the tower. "You make me feel like a person. I feel like I belong with you."
He looks back down, at you, right at you, with that unflinching stare he has sometimes, the intensity of it is, well, inhuman. "I worry that this incident will only incite further violence and reprisals... I look forward to leaving Boomtown. With you."
I agree- I want to get the hell out of this town. I feel like Jonamac is only going to be trouble for us and I don't know how to deal with him.
He smirks for a moment and gives you a sly look. "You know what? Instead... let's go for a ride in the van to a secluded spot and have strenuous sex. I'll bring hazelnut coffee."
"Define strenuous..." I return his sly look sidle up to him, half tempted to jump him right here. "Actually, never mind. Yes, let's drive somewhere. Quickly."
You spend some time exploring the definition of strenuous.
On the way back to Boomtown to find Kiddo, you head by her place and see a bunch of the Northern Candies sitting outside, their bikes off. Kiddo's bike and another bike are sitting without riders.
Metro stays in the van and you head towards Kiddo's, right? Please go here.