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"Tum Tum, it feels like I've been asleep for a year, but even in my sleep I know more about my own value than you do." Hmm, I prefer to be the one with the big grin, and right now my face holds only a sort of practiced, familiar boredom. "I've got …
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Reflexively, I put an arm around Roth. Sometimes it surprises me how easy this is. The look on her face concerns me, but she's plainly tryin' to keep it quiet. I quiet my face about givin' Li to Esco. Gigg had better have just meant it as an exam…
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Hm. Ugh, I need to sit down to think about this. I settle onto the couch what feels like an inch at a time. From a very nasty yet practical standpoint, I prefer TFM to Saint Anger and I'm glad the Man has a lever on the man. I'm not sure how useful …
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Foster killed a friend of his, is what I've heard. Dragged her behind a motorcycle till the deed was done. Chaz I knew a little about..busy fellow, but he didn't operate in any of my circles. But clearly he and Roth traveled together. I rest a hand…
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I smile slightly when Rothschild mentions requisitions, glance into the glass-capped sockets of Gigg's mask. A junkyard. We might need to make a visit there for parts, so it's good that Roth is friendly with its keeper. I tip my hat at the man..lord…
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I don't enjoy dealin' with Tum Tum because I always end up with the feelin' someone else is lookin' over my shoulder after I leave. Someday he's gonna make a deal with someone who has no sophistication and they'll just kill him - I don't want to be …
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You know, after hearing stories about how Hot you are..
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Well, well, Esco and Cinch are equal on my sheet, makin' it player's choice. Cinch highlights me for a change of pace.
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Although our time together seemed brief, I think Cinch learned a fair amount about me; +1 Hx, Cinch.
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I stare him down, waiting to see which way he hops, the pudgy toad. In the end he makes the choice that saves his life. "Smart man. Pleasure doin' business with you." I haul up and bring the device with me, steppin' out of the van. I leave the doll…
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Going Aggro via Direct Brain-Whisper; (Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 5, 1. Total: 9) Marking XP: (2)
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So cooperative - fug, but I love bein' loaded. I did not expect that guess to land. Well, after a confession like that I gotta weigh a few things in the balance. On one side, Gnarly let me into his home, and took an exchange I made with him like a …
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I light up while he blathers, suck in smoke and drop a wad of Depot Dollars on the cleanest horizontal surface in my reach, between us. I raise a brow and watch him as I drop another with a satisfying thud you can hear over Jello Biafra's angelic vo…
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I just smile at Beckett. It's good to have a partner. "It's called bein' indoors, you should try it. You get a lotta synthskin up in DVFP?" I find someplace to sit in the van, stoopin' low inside the confines of his whole collection of workin' gear…
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"Sounds like he's jealous of my hot, hot legs." I say with the mic disengaged. I negotiate with Beckett via a series of 'comin' or goin'?' faces as to whether she's comin' or stayin' with Hackmobile. Truth be told, if Gnarly is rockin' an 8-10KW TP…
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Oh he's mad is he? I love it when they get mad. "You ain't got the guts to play my song request you hollerin' poser. So I'll give you an out! You can play California Uber Alles, or you can talk to me about whoever stomped on your frequency last nig…
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"He says that, and then he goes and snitches on illegal music? Balance in all humpin' things, I guess." I take the mic from Beckett and let her focus on drivin'. The setup's pretty simple, so I tap into the line and speak to the microphone. "Hey, D…
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I frown. FPS at Irons.. "I'd hate it, too. She's clever and fast, though. From here all we can do is hope." Somehow with Fippers on the move, my concentration remains solid. "Out on the dunes, in a sand-colored panel van." I go into more detail wit…
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"Well, don't spread it around, I don't want to ruin my bad reputation." I smirk back. Rolling Weird to Find Gnarly via the Feed; (Rolled: 2d6+4. Rolls: 3, 3. Total: 10) Marking XP; (1)
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I did ask Rothschild if she wanted to come - I knew she wouldn't, her fear of leaving the walls of Depot is clear. But I want her to feel involved. I told her what I was up to - carefully, between minds. She's a grown woman and not my pet. "Hm?" I …
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"Truth, in my experience, is yet costlier than that." And it's because people love lies. And people forget truths. Like the truth that this is still DVFP, its society organic and artificial at once. Me, I'm borin', unpleasant, no action. Cinch, she…
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Oh, I'm not sending a pack of 5 jingle worth of Depot Dollars into the Irons for Winkle and his momma - that just sounds like trouble to me, how about you? No, luckily I had enough to make the exchange myself for 5 barter's worth of portable, good s…
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I beckon Cinch to come further in casually with wave of my ice-white fingers. She isn't a clumsy person. "Well.." I move through the apartment with a few clicks towards the package for Cinch. "Here's the goods, and frankly, Winkle won't be expectin…
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It's pleasing to share with Rothschild, and show her something good. "I'm a hard-headed woman." I keep an eye on her as she answers the door for me. When it turns out to be Cinch I start cleanin' off my hands and take her bait with a smile. "Cinch…
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With a nod, I take a settlin' breath and close my own eyes. I focus on our closeness and her mind, which is gettin' very familiar to me, and our resonance, which is new. And of course, I focus on home. "I inherited the place from my grandpa, which …
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Rothschild can make the decisions about the blenders, I think. I keep working while I respond, "I can keep the lights on here, don't fret. There's always some pick-up work, and Beckett's gonna hold down her end, too." She presses into me, and I sto…
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With Rothschild's endorsement of the ginger smell, I get to grating it carefully into a bowl. "Three people, each with their own blender? Are they all whole and intact?" I sure as spit don't need three blenders. I glance over at the piles on the flo…
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Jacket off, sleeves rolled up and buttoned back, I wave off Rothschild's blunt. "I shouldn't have anythin' more mind alterin' than liquor. What is it?" Since Rothschild is in the kitchen, and since she's cataloging everything, I put her to work han…
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"I'll hold you to it." It's also possible TFM wanted Ziggy to fail, let the smaller gangs rattle around each other for a while, and recruit the leftovers for a future bid. Not worth sharing that thought. I touch Rothschild's arm and just like I sai…
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I've got to rub on one of my ears with QR's shoutin'. "I do remember Guns, yeah." That man was a trigger-pull. "Hope Rose finds the peace she needs." Or at least comes back to the Crue soon - she was alright and I'd hate for her to gut it out alone …