I clasp my hand over hers, "Where's the little teeter? Where'd ya'll plant her? Can you take me?"
There's a moment of silence, and then I'm aware Twig is just standing nearby and I can feel her awkwardness. I glance over at her and nod thankfully,…
"Looks like I left the 'yard in a good hand," I snicker as I approach her, but quickly grow solemn as I draw close, "I was afraid I was gonna find ya dead." I want so bad to wrap her in a big hug and just hold her, but I'm afraid she'd shoot me, so …
I step out of the bus and back into the open, and shout as loud as I can muster through the mask at the retreating sandsnakes, "Go! Go back to your caves and to your vid screens! Tell him Will Isaac and Gigg are baaackk! Tell him we're comin' for hi…
The Misfits/Danzig just keeps playing in my head as the soundtrack of this Junkyard scene, and this video is pretty cool, especially in the context of parts of our story.
I take cover in the bus with Last and Isle, and give them both a respectful nod. "Fat Man sent these snakes because of what we did to his palace. I'm with Cinch and Krin, and we passed a some more of his cowboys fresh outta the Depot armed up like …
OOC: Gigg is actually naked except for some ripped and tattered leather pants cut off above the knee and his mask. His previous helmet and scrounged pieces of castaway armor left behind likely under the big pile of bodies outside the Depot rotting i…
OOC: On a 10+ choose 3:
• You inflict terrible harm (+1harm).
• You suffer little harm (-1harm).
• You take definite and undeniable control of it.
• You impress, dismay, or frighten your enemy.
OOC: Sieze something by force, exchange harm, roll+hard (highlighted)
(Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 3, 6. Total: 11)
Rasputin and NOT TO BE FUCKED WITH are active here for Gigg, I believe
I see the Obsids and a mutter escapes my lips, "This is what I was afraid of..." I look over at Cinch, who's already studying the situation. "Drive me into the middle of them snakes. I ain't no use stuck in this tank. No need to slow down, I'm just…
My eyes look down at her hand on the brake, and I know the right word from me and she's turning this rig around. Then I look up and lock eyes with her briefly before she glances back at the road and the rear mirrors. She's one of the few good things…
Shootin' while moving is a tricky thing. Mostly a waste of ammo, especially with a little machine pistol like this and Pops' Kevlar-armored cowboys. Soon as I see we are gonna outrun these fuggers, I drop back down out of the open hatch, and give K…
Cinch's robot car is pretty cool, but I'm not sure who this fugger yappin' on the radio is. A real buzz kill. Chaz had an arsenal of cassettes for times such as this in swagman. We gonna have to work on Cinch's bootleggin' mood.
I take the machin…
The red fog starts rolling in my brain, and there's a grin forming under this mask. I turn to Krin in the backseat, "Wontcha let me have that pistol, Krin. It don't matter no more if I get shot." I don't elaborate, but the smell of damp earth and t…
"So, we gonna outrun 'em, huh? You don't seem like the gamblin' type, Stazie. You banking on Last and the Zons just sitting 'round the campfire sippin' 'shine and spinnin' the bottle? What if them sandsnakes have come back that assaulted us a few d…
Gigg is large, and not just what's left of his body, but what's left of him inside his head - memories, pain, trauma, guilt, shame, loneliness, abandonment. His mind is like a roomful of jacks-in-the-boxes, and at a moment's notice one pops open and…
I was in the palace courtyard getting some sun that day. He'd let me out of the basement cuz I had developed a chest cold and cough, and he thought baking it out might do me some good. It was still morning, a while before the Scorch, so everyone wa…
It's chilly, well past sundown, but there's a trash fire burnin' in a sawed-off oil drum in the Junkyard. Me and mamma are sittin' close enough to feel its heat. The sounds of a half dozen cowboys drinkin' and playin' cards can be heard from the nea…
Looking out the window past Cinch, I see the ball roll out into the middle of the stand-off and the little kid run out after it, and last 24 hours that I've kept bottled up and tucked away explodes.
"AIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" wails out of me impulsivel…
I'm nodding at Krin through the rear view mirror as if she's just given me the advice I was looking for, and it helps to dissipate some of my stress and impatience. It's important for me to make it to the Junkyard -- I'm needed there, and getting ca…
OOC: On a 10+ mark experience and take +1 forward if you do as your mask wishes. Not sure how to read this sentence. Do I get the XP regardless of whether I do as the mask wishes?
I'm fidgety. Been fidgety. Impatient with this lockdown. I've been exchanging looks with Krin, while waiting in his gorrum queue line. I'm not sure she knows what to think of me, and the longer I cut glances at her in the mirror, the more she starts…
Good idea, Tara. Without Esco, Cinch, Motley, and Sierra is a 3-way tie with Gigg. I'll roll 1d6 and Cinch (1-2), Motley (3-4, and Sierra (5-6)
(Rolled: 1d6. Rolls: 3. Total: 3)
"Pops is gonna hit the Junkyard in the morning. Finish off the 'Zons. You got one of the fastest set of wheels and nobody knows this place like you do. Whadya say we hightail to the Junkyard and take 'em someplace safe where the Fat Man can't find '…