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I don't say anything to reassure or punish Beckett when she gets that down look on her face. She doesn't really have to apologize. I do accept the hand though, to get out quickly into this devilish heat. Despite the situation, I mutter "I've got it…
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"I'm too tired from packing to walk back today..tomorrow it might be gone. Stop by the wreck. We'll leave at the first sign of trouble." I bring the binoculars back up over my eyes and scan the wreck again from this shorter distance.
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Pong? "Hhh..neither do I. It's not a..not a person." Probably.
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I let out a low, sustained chuckle at the situation we're in - there's nothing intellectual about this pleasure of speed, but I like it. As we cross the vehicle's path, I go quiet. The ping could be anything, contain nothing. Could just be a camera…
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Acting Under Fire; (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 1, 5. Total: 8)
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Sand Snakes. They're fascinatin', really, worthy of study, but that's not my field. Long way is the prudent answer, and I don't mind road trippin', but my gut answers. "Let's gun it."
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"Flipped car off the road, still burnin', don't see any people yet.." I say blankly as I consider Beckett's question. It's a good question but I've gotta keep priorities straight. "..It depends on the strength of the antenna, my power supply, and th…
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I sneer at the Scream 101 story, sounds like he's a tool. "Sounds pretty weak. Not what I'd do with the ability to broadcast." I squint out at the smoke and nod in response to Beckett's instructions. I pop the glovebox and aim the binoculars at the…
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"Lemme see what you've got for spinners." I smirk back to her. "Then we can be bad and listen to some dangerous, censored tunes." I sort through the discs she's got - some of them are copies marked in pen, some originals covered in art. Most of 'em…
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I take the touch with quiet gratitude and turn my eyes to the scenery for a few moments. "I agree." The real kicker is the temptation to stay and insinuate myself. To participate and solve little problems and be oh so useful. Control the situation…
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"I don't fully know what happened. JD and Sasha are both alive. Otherwise I don't know how they're doin'." Hackmobile's a non-smokin' car, so I take a breath of the dusty air from out the windows instead. It's probably weird, but I don't hate the c…
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Beckett's living sitch makes a goofy kind of sense. It's all hers and she can park it where it's cool. "I'm fine. Ziggy's people are gonna be extra antsy, just so you know. 'Bout twelve of them just bought it." I help Beckett get my junk all tied …
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Well, I'm leaving the beer here, but the help getting the rest of it back to my nook of the Irons is appreciated. I send H back on her way with a handful of basil for her trouble. The generosity might tip me off, I don't care. I move my relay to wat…
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The Feed is berserk. Top trending hashtag is #riggedDVFP, but the competition is fierce because nobody quite understands what they just saw, myself included. While Feed activity is high, the pressure of it is different from before. Curious. I come …
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I know Preen used to be real, real pretty, I met him in here once and he took me for some kind of wise old master on copin' with bein' visibly horrid. I read him a whole damn riot after that and he still spilled out his guts to me, how there's no wa…
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It's a trick alright, turnin' my head just so when his gaze pans towards me, keepin' my cool, leanin' in towards the bar sometimes but never out of pace with some other, bigger action happenin' near me. I can feel just about where his eyes are focu…
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Definitely tryin' to hide; (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 3, 6. Total: 10)
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Jeanette here really owes me - she's one of the merchants of the Irons, tryin' out a new life after things went not-so-good in Bordertown. I've checked the feed for her a couple times to see how her supply trips would go. First time I did it because…
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When I'm checking the Feed, folks might feel a bit of a buzz in their palms standin' right next to me, and they can see I'm just starin' into the middle distance, eyes glossin' over things that aren't there. It feels positively like home to be soak…
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(Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 3, 5. Total: 10) Marking XP; (1)
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Ratchet belongs to Deena, who I understand was a part of a previous brothel. Deena's made a shift to dealing cards along with turning tricks as Ratchet's gotten older, and she's good at it. Not that I get to play cards with anyone but the freshest o…
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Well, sheetfire. "I'll be back, takin' a walk." I nod to JD and get situated to move again. I walk out to the main shaft and cross to the other side of the entrance to Diamonds. Figure it's mostly abandoned now, right? There I pull out a long con…
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"Such optimism. I surely will, Esco." Smoke pushes out of my nostrils in two lazy streams as I grin. It's tough to admit to myself, but I'm waitin' on Sierra's answer. If she entertains at the Diamonds today maybe I'm stayin'. I could listen to her…
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"Hmm." I know Esco and JD are good for a little float but if he doesn't want it, I won't give it. Sierra puts the fightin' question forward. Delicious. I light up and wait. Then she asks for a drink..this got even better. Smoke settles into my lung…
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"How about I give you beer, you give me jingle, and all the blazebrains can keep their own comp'ny, because I have some business at home?" The attention in the room that had once been warbling in whatever direction, pulling a little more towards ta…
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I roll my cart into the bar area, breathe in the place. "Did I hear you say 'Out of beer'?" I can't keep a smarmy, tobacco-tinted amusement out of my voice. I stop the cart at the bar next to Esco and prop my elbows on the top, slipping my arm free…
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Honestly if I have stuff left over when I pack it in, I just let JD at the Diamonds do whatever with it and he owes me smokes or real coffee. Keeps the bartop clean, you know? If it's valuable, well, I make the call then and there. This cactus bee…
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I can feel the anxiousness boilin' off of Scribbler as he laughs..it's hard to describe the way I feel that happen, I could say it's like an echo. When I talk about my enhanced experience at all, I bring violins into the discussion, but who here ha…
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My stall is pretty simple, rolling cart folded up to one corner, table that's sorta always here, chair that I've sometimes got to go hunt down. I'm tryin' to move a cactus beer today, but nobody's bitin'. I'm all out of hot pickled peppers already, …
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Highest Hx with me's got to be Cinch. I'll be spending 2 Barter on my lifestyle. Hard to keep my personal hovel the way I like it without partin' with some scratch. Plants are picky in this climate.