GarouMUSH as Roger - Tuesday, May 04, 1999, 7:44 PM
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Locations Players
OOC Lounge and Randomly Generated Dungeon Room Adele Bailey Defends-W
Dreamer Elspeth Horus
Jack Loki Memory
Rorschach Sally Mac
Knight's Rest Inn Room 206 William
Forested Foothills: Woods Ravenfeed
Undeveloped Forest Blood-Fur
West Bridge Street Douglas
Dakota's Apt.-Silverton Apts.(#2559RJ) Dakota
Cave on the Island(#2648RAJh) Collin Touch Dee
2970 Concord Street, Apartment 3C(#3335RAFJ) Angelo
Kyle's Apartment(#3423RAJ) Kyle
Information for Bailey (Alias 'Night's-Justice'):
Bailey is connected.
Email address: dreamer@monmouth.com
Location: OOC Lounge and Randomly Generated Dungeon Room
Other Name(s): Bailey Richard Jacobsen. Night's-Justice. Walker-No-Walker (to
Cavall), Kipper (to Collin), Autolycus (Don't ask...just don't)
Race: Garou Sex: Male
Breed: Homid Auspice: Galliard
Tribe: Glass Walkers Rank: 1 (Cliath)
Pack: Cavall Sept: Hidden Walk
Position: Writer, organizer, contact for any number of goods and services,
Galliard to Cavall, spreader of news.
Info: From the way I see it, there are any number of types of power
among the world and the Garou. Power in Rank, physical power, leadership,
whether it be the alpha of a tribe or pack. But, there's that one type of power
many forget about, and even more should start to respect. Knowledge. This, lucky
for the Sept, is where I come in. If there's info to be found, I can find it. If
any one Garou wants to meet another, come to me, and I can set up a meeting. I
have a lot of connections, and know where to look and ask questions. I'm no ass-
kicking Ahroun, nor am I a Theurge when it comes to spirits. But, if those two
ever needed to team up, they'd go through me. (NOTE: Perception 4 (Empathic)
reading surface emotions through body language and voice tone, and Wits 4
(Comebacks/putdowns.))
It is currently 16:47 Pacific Time on Tue May 4 1999.
Rorschach says "A rough percentage? Perhaps 10-20% maybe. Some wizards (*cough*
Gone *cough) are easier than others."
Jack says "Is Gone still a -reg?"
Rorschach says "I don't think so."
Elspeth giggles.
Information for Roger (Alias 'Dreamer'):
Roger is connected.
Email address: elraver@yahoo.com
Location: OOC Lounge and Randomly Generated Dungeon Room
Other Name(s): Roger Cohen, Howls-when-Dreaming/Dreamer. Cringer, piece-of-
shit... and other friendly names given to Metis scum.
Race: Garou Sex: Male
Breed: Metis Auspice: Galliard
Tribe: Glass Walkers Rank: 1 (Cliath)
Pack: None Sept: Sept of Gaia's Steel
Position: Newly arrived Walker... with fear on his mind.
Info: (Sunday, May 2nd 1999): : I didn't /ask/ to be born this way...
or did I? I can't remember anymore. All I know, is that those ragebombers back
home were pissing me off and the last thing I needed, was to flip out and get
myself killed back there, fucking assholes. Well, now I have a new chance right?
They are kinder here... right? Yeah... right. Probably be just like home, they
spit and hate and laugh... and those damned visions won't go away, and I'll end
up getting my ass thrown on the street. Nothing new, all the same. Fuck! What
did /I/ do to deserve this?! Damn damn damn... (OOC: Intelligence:5)
Jack nods. "I was wondering if he'd stay about after site admin duties are
transferred."
Adele says "He isn't. Thank God."
Jack says "Ah, he's not on +wizards/full now, I hadn't noticed. But he still has
the bit."
Rorschach says "He's not, you'll notice in the +census for Wizards, either."
Adele imagines he'll keep the bit until we actually move.
Jack just noticed, yeah.
Rorschach says "Is Outlaw on?"
The disconnected players and puppets are suddenly killed by the Huge Ancient Red
Dragon that was hiding in the corner.
Guest-of-Falcon has left.
Drew has left.
Seirian has left.
Signe has left.
Nim has left.
Rorschach thinks he can make her twitch.
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From afar, to Dakota and Roger, Bailey waves. Ok, we're ready. :) We say Bailey
meets Roger, and takes him to Dakota's?
You paged Bailey and Dakota with 'Works for Rog.'.
Dakota pages to Bailey and Roger: That's cool. ;)
From afar, Bailey nods. @tel #2559
@tel #2559
Dakota's Apt.-Silverton Apts.(#2559RJ)
A relatively spacious living room holds little furniture at the moment.
This in itself makes for an empty reception. However, a dim lighting
arrangement seems to knock off most of that feel. A couch is pushed up
against the left wall, under a window. A coffee table sits in front of
it, and holds an incense burner, which is constantly lit. A heavy-shaded
lamp sits on the couch's right. Books line the opposite wall in five
piles, measuring about a foot and a half tall.
Adjacent to the "Book Wall" is the kitchen. It possesses enough room for
about two people to move about comfortably. The cabinents are a light
beige, and the floor is a beige and white tile.
On the Book Wall's other side, is the hallway. That possesses three
doors. The apartment's sole bathroom, and the two bedrooms.
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Contents:
Bailey
Dakota(#3654PJc)
Obvious exits:
Out
+mp/h Hola.
You paged the room with 'Hola.'.
"Just a first impression thing," Bailey says to Roger, leading him down the
hallway. "We're pretty tight with security around here, so don't take any of it
as personal." He stops in front of one of the doors, looking back to the new
arrival.
Roger looks about the hallway nod absently to the words spoken to him. An
obvious distance is kept between Bailey and himself. "I completly understand,
you can never be too careful of one's own home. I thank you for what hospitality
you have afforded me." He then vigorously shakes his head and stumbles half a
step before looking back up to Bailey and then the door. "Um... Is this the
place?"
Roger(#4124Pc)
Roger is about 5'11" with dark brown hair and pale skin. His eyes are reddish
green in color. He isn't the most handsome or hideous man you ever met, but
instead boringly dull looking. The only standout feature about him is his long
upper-back length ponytail. But even that, can be easily overlooked when in a
room with other people who are anyway more interesting. He wears khakis and a
dark blue button down shirt, and a black leather jacket. Some with the
perception for it might notice a small lump that is always under his left
armpit. He seems to shy away from those around him, fighting the urge to run
away. Occasionally he will look about the room and then close his eyes as if a
bad headache had come over him.
From the door you hear what is easily identified as the beginning riffs of
Hendrix' 'Purple Haze'.
The song catches Bailey's attention, a soft 'hmm' escaping from his lips. He
mock-bows, motioning Roger to the door. "You get to knock," he says, the smile
creeping along his lips saying full well he knows what's coming next.
Dakota pages to the room: Bailey--you're cruel
Roger looks questioningly as Bailey for a second or two. Then with much
uncertainty, he knocks upon the door and takes a wide step back.
Bailey is standing behind Roger, now, stepping back as the Metis does so. Ah,
initiation. The shorter Walker peers over Roger's shoulder, waiting.
The door opens a peek and an eyeball peeks out. It narrows at Roger, then snorts
a bit as it focuses on Bailey. It closes and reopens, giving a wide berth for
the pair to enter.
Roger straights himself out and steps through the door with slight caution. "Um,
a quick 'by the way'. I have a gun on me, if that is a problem."
"You don't know me very well," Dakota says in her thick cajun accent. You can
hear a hammer being retracted from her direction. "This one'a yours, Jacobsen?"
+who
Locations Players
OOC Lounge and Randomly Generated Dungeon Room Adele Dillan Douglas
Elspeth Kid-B Loki
Memory Mountain' Rorschach
Sally Mac
Undeveloped Forest Blood-Fur
Dakota's Apt.-Silverton Apts.(#2559RJ) Bailey Dakota Roger
Cave on the Island(#2648RAJh) Collin Touch Dee
Vicki's Place(#3044RJ) Vicki
Tom's Place(#3289RFJ) Tom
Kyle's Apartment(#3423RAJ) Kyle
Williams Repair Shop(#3502RAJh) Jack
Dojan(#3940RJ) Spider
Bailey is a bit surprised, seeing an eyeball at the door instead of the usual
muzzle of a .44 Magnum. Nevertheless, he follows Roger inside, checking the
hallway one last time before he closes and locks the door. "Just check them at
the door," he tells the other male. "Dakota, this is the one who contacted me
last week."
GM Info for Roger:
Rogers brain is very open, meaning that he uses more then the usual percentage
of it. This results in him being a genius, but also results in his mind playing
serious tricks on him. He enters his own world, a bit like peering into the
umbra, where it seems incredibly real to him. More real in fact, then the real
world. With living color, sound, and feeling it plagues his mind and senses.
When he acts in this 'dreamworld' all his actions are carried over to the real
world. Sometimes he doesn't fully pass into this other world and only sees,
feels, hears, smells, and touches small projections of his mind atop of the real
world.
Also, he possesses a Glock 17, stored in a shoulder holster under his left arm,
which is a full-sized polymer-framed semi-automatic handgun. The magazine holds
17 9mm rounds.
Roger reaches into his jacket and after flicking on the saftey, removes the gun,
a black steel glock 17. Placing this fun near the door he faces Dakota and
offers an introduction. "Roger Cohen, Howls-when-Dreaming... or just Dreamer if
you like. Glass Walker Cliath, formerly of the Sept of Gaia's Steel in Athens,
Georgia." his confidence seems to be a fighting to stay within him now, his
works shake a bit towards the end.
Dakota brins her hand around as she closes and locks the door. She puts away her
'pet', a .44 magnum, and sits down on the floor, pulling the guitar in her lap.
"Dakota Jackson, Black Water, Fostern..Galliard..Mister Clean's sister, and
general leader-folk of this place." She tilts her head and nods once. "Have a
seat, Mr. Cohen. Want a drink or somethin'?"
Bailey circles, slowly, waiting to see what the newbie will do. He walks,
sneakers making not much of a sound on the floor, until he stands halfway
between Dakota and Roger, in sort of a semi-circle. "Bailey Jacobsen, he says.
Walker Galliard, member of the pack Cavall, Child of Dog, and Cliath...at
present."
Roger nods and a smile seems to attempt to edge it's way upon his face, this is
quickly avoided how ever as he takes a seat on the floor as Dakota had. "I would
love a drink, if you would spare one for me... In my haste to get here I did not
grab anything for myself. Thank you for your generous hospitality. I tell you
now, truthfully, that I did not expect to be met with kindness or even
tolerance here. I am pleased that I was wrong."
Dakota stands up and walks over and hands you a bottle of water. "What? You
murder your elder or somethin'?" She quirks a brow, expecting you to elaborate.
She asks the questions, you supply the water. She turns to Bailey, and hooks a
thumb at the fridge. "Help yourself."
Bailey nods, once, heading to the fridge, peeking inside. "Ok," he says, though
he's listening to the conversation. "Who wants what?"
Roger shakes his head, then suddenly stares past Dakota, over her head. Another
moment passes and he shakes his head yet again. "No, my elder was one of the few
that I didn't want to murder." he then looks to Bailey, "Anything... calming...
please." Returning his attention to Dakota he takes a breath and continues, "I
came here from home because my breed isn't accepted where I come from... I
needed to find a place where I can get past the limitations others might try to
put on me. I was told this was the place I was looking for."
Dakota pokes her tongue in her cheek as she thinks on that. "Well, I wouldn't
know. Jacobsen would know more about that than me." She pauses, "Me personally,
I don't have any qualms about y'all. As long as you do your job, mind your P's'n
Q's, we'll be fine." She glances to Bailey to gauge his reaction on the topic.
"That the only reason you wanna join my Walkers?"
Bailey returns with drinks; bottled water for Roger, and beers for Dakota and
himself. The topic has his interests. "Well...I've been here longer, yeah. And
Dakota's got the right of it. Keep your nose clean, and people won't fuck with
you, and the Family here can always use some new faces. I know a few Metis
around here, and most of them are pretty cool. A lot of Garou here judge the
person on his actions, as opposed to Tribe or Breed. Though, we do have our
traditionalists."
Roger thinks on this a moment, giving it serious pondering. "No... this is not
the only reason. I am one of the few optimists back where I came from. The
others only felt like complaining and abusing others. I feel that there is a job
I have to accomplish. I am a Glass Walker, I will do my part and come back
asking for more. I love the idea of the good fight for a good cause. I want you
join your Walkers because I want to contribute to something that matters... not
just get bitched at for being born from two Garou."
Dakota snorts at that, "You do know that we're currently up to our armpits in
Hell?" She chuckles a she pops the cap off the beer on the counter top. She
takes a drink and sighs, "But, yeah, I understand. What's your special skills?
Jacobsen tell you that you need to supply me with a list of references?"
Information for Bailey (Alias 'Night's-Justice'):
Bailey is connected.
Email address: dreamer@monmouth.com
Location: Dakota's Apt.-Silverton Apts.(#2559RJ)
Other Name(s): Bailey Richard Jacobsen. Night's-Justice. Walker-No-Walker (to
Cavall), Kipper (to Collin), Autolycus (Don't ask...just don't)
Race: Garou Sex: Male
Breed: Homid Auspice: Galliard
Tribe: Glass Walkers Rank: 1 (Cliath)
Pack: Cavall Sept: Hidden Walk
Position: Writer, organizer, contact for any number of goods and services,
Galliard to Cavall, spreader of news.
Bailey nods again. "Chiminage, natch." He finally sits down, between Dakota and
Roger, popping his beer. He says, to Dakota. "Gotta fly in a bit. Another
Gathering tonight."
Roger ponders once again and finally smiles. "Armpits eh? Sounds like I arrived
just in time then. As for skills? I have a... talent, for memorizing things.
Tell me anything once and I'll remember it years later if you ask again. Hrm, I
command the gifts of Sense Wyrm, Beast Speech, Controling Simple Machines, and
Creation of Elements. I'm good with puzzles and word games and the like...
enigmas some might say. I dunno. You want me to do something I'll learn pretty
damned quick.
Locations Players
OOC Lounge and Randomly Generated Dungeon Room Adele Defends-W Dillan
Douglas Foxtrot X Kid-B
Mountain' Sally Mac
Hostel(#1150RADHJ) Michael
1354 Osprey Drive, Living Room 7(#1651RJM$) Lee
Dakota's Apt.-Silverton Apts.(#2559RJ) Bailey Dakota Roger
Cave on the Island(#2648RAJh) Collin Elan
Rat and Raven Main Room(#2828RJM) Bowen
Vicki's Place(#3044RJ) Vicki
Tom's Place(#3289RFJ) Tom
Dojan(#3940RJ) Spider
Dakota rubs her chin, as she props a foot up on the table. "So, what your sayin'
is that you're brainy? Okay, we can use that." She looks over to Bailey, then
grabs a notebook, and hands it to Roger. "Gimme a few names of references. I
need to check you out. Once I've got my checks..I'll be callin' you back in to
tell you whether you're a go, or not. We'll discuss Chiminage then."
Roger grabs the notebook and pulls a pen from a jacket pocket. Looking at the
book for a moment he sighs, "Just to let you know, I won't have many possitive
references. Not many back home would want to know that I have an actual chance
as succeeding at anything." He then sets himself to writting some stuff down.
Bailey says, quietly. "You'd be surprised, Roj. This place has it's rough spots,
but it's better than some."
Dakota glances at the names and nods. "Hey, I just want to make sure you ain't
gonna stab me next week, y'know?"
Bailey tilts his head to the side, as if listening to something else entirely.
He nods. "Like I said, it's not personal. tradition is a better word."
Roger tills his head to the side as if pondering. "Trust eh? That's the case
here?... I hope I earn it. As for stabbing you next week, honestly, were I to
want to attempt this, I would never have allowed myself to meet you... better
for the mind when you don't know the target."
Dakota chuckles and shakes her head. "I don't do amateur psychology boy." She
pauses, "Where you stayin' at?"
Bailey's eyebrows raise at Roger's last comment, pondering the thought Roger
might have some skills he isn't letting on to.
Dakota's thinking on that, really. she's just not letting on to it.
Roger chugs down a mouthful of water and and shivers with a smile. "I have
enough cash on me to stay at a hotel. Unless you have something better
available? Hrm... I'm not an assassin by the way, at least not by action. I've
read alot of books and talked to alot of people... and I remember everything as
if I did it myself. And I would do it myself if I was called upon to do so. A
little part of my metis genes. Some 'curse' eh?"
Bailey doesn;t have enough dignity to stop his jaw from dropping. "Wait...you
see someone do something, and you can mimic the action? Or am I missing this..."
Dakota chuckles and leans against the counter. She tilts her head, letting
Bailey's question get answered first.
Roger looks to Bailey and tilts his head. "Correction. I remember it perfectly
enough to mimic the action. I don't forget so I can only improve... with enough
studing of something I can do it. Being that it's not beyond my physical
capabilities. I once read the 'Anarchist's cookbook' and in that same day... for
shits and giggles, mostly shits, I built a bundle of fragmentation grenades from
memory, then disassembled them... all in the time window of a few minutes. This
of course is only a small example, but in my opinion a fitting one."
Bailey nods, once, though the look in his eyes says that if he had a note book,
he'd be writing in it so fast smoke would be coming off the page. "I see. Hell
of a gift, man."
Dakota lets out a very low whistle at that.
Roger then looks down and frowns. "But there is a downside... as there is to
everything. Even right now I see things I wish I didn't. I see red and green
light in this room, brighter then the natural light, illuminating things in a
confusing manner. The thoughts that go through my mind appear to my senses... I
see and smell and hear the occasional city animal that I /know/ doesn't exist,
but I can't shake it off. I've learned to ignore much of it, but there are
things that you can't ignore."
Bailey lets out a low whistle at this. "Dayam."
Dakota blinks once or twice and shakes her head. "Good things, bad things. Just
like everything around here, y'know?"
Lisa has connected.
Lisa contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
Lisa shifts into Homid form.
Roger gains a look of shock on his face, which is quickly replaced by a wide
grin. "This... is a surprise. I'm not entirly used to, acceptance. However, it's
something I could get used to."
Dakota sighs a bit. "Acceptance is earned...I don't think someone's useless just
because they were born, deal?
From afar, to the room, Lisa smiles and says, "Ooops. Hi."
Bailey flashes a smile. "Hey, we're more interested in who the person is, not
the breeding. Just don't streak Silver Avenue in Crinos, and we'll be cool to
you."
Roger quickly nods to this. "Sure, makes sense. And what makes sense usually
works for me."
Dakota shudders, "Yes, no streaking in Crinos. That'll get me...upset." She
smirks. and then scratches her cheek, which still has a bit of a scratch.
"Anyway. If you check out, I suggest you find a place of permanent residence."
Bailey's hand, on reflex, goes under his overshirt, for the gun.
Dakota just remains calm. "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I know I need to fix the locks!"
She calls out to the door.
Lisa opens the door and growls, brushing hair from her eyes as she lets out a
few choice curses in Greek. "It's not the locks, it's the damn polish the
janitors use. Gets caught in the tumblers..." She closes the door and smiles.
"Heya, Bailey. Catch you in a private moment or you reaching for your gun?"
"Learning by Dakota's example," Bailey answers with quickly, releasing his hold
on the .38. "How is, have a drink, and meet the newbie."
Lisa smiles, "Is good. Have lots of nice dirt on Hypermart." She waves to the
newcomer. "Heya."
Roger looks up to Lisa and nods. "Hello... I'm Roger Cohen, cliath Glass Walker.
Hopfully a future resident of this city."
Dakota nods a bit to Lisa. "We're doing the inquisition right now. You know the
drill." She chuckles at Bailey, then shakes her head. She addresses Roger, "If
there's anything else you think we should know, fess up."
Lisa cracks open a Barq's withone hand and says, "Lisa Wilson. Bullet-to-the-
Knees. Cliath no-moon from DC." She glances to Dakota. "Take it I'll be doing a
background check?"
Dakota slides the 'Newbie Notebook' over to Lisa with a chuckle.
Lisa sits on the floor, opening the book and spreading it out on her lap. "Ok,
let's start with something simple. Why did you resign?"
"She has a set rules she follows," Dakota tells Roger, "So if she repeats a
question I've already asked you, don't panic."
Bailey settles back, listening to this with interest.
Roger ponders this a moment and answers patiently. "I left where I was to seek a
place that would offer me a chance to use my talents without first thinking
about my breed."
Lisa frowns a bit and says, "Well, it's a nice answer but you missed my
reference to _The Prisoner_ entirely. I'm gonna have to loan you some tapes so
you can study up..."
Dakota just chuckles at that, elbowing Bailey lightly. "Lisa..be gentle.."
Bailey looks over to Dakota, raising another eyebrow.. "Hmm?"
Lisa chuckles and says, "What? After my Rite of Passage the DC Walkers...well,
ok, the Raggies and a few Theurges...made me do the whole opening sequence."
Roger tilts his head a bit and shrugs. "You want me to recite a movie? I can do
that."
Dakota laughs, "I wouldn't be surprised if he knows the entire Decleration of
Independence."
Lisa smiles, "TV show, actually." She pauses. "You've never heard of _The
Prisoner?_"
The silence is broken by Bailey's cel ringing. He jumps, unprepared, and answers
it. "Hello?"
Dakota holds a finger to her lips indicating silence from the others. She
figures she knows what this is, so she looks quite concerned to Bailey.
"Oh, hey," Bailey says, slightly relieved. He puts his hand over the receiver,
and mouths a name to the others, William. "Caught me in some Family stuff, man.
What's going on?"
Lisa lifts her head and listens.
Bailey grins into the receiver. "Coolness," he says, and asks. "When are you
free after Friday, so I can show you around?"
Dakota relaxes slightly as the name's mentioned she, waves a hand to Lisa,
letting her know it's alright.
Bailey thinks on something, and nods. "We'll look into Saturday, show you the
main places."
Bailey nods, once more. "I'll find out what you need to see by then, when I see
you next, 'k?"
Bailey smiles. "Later."
From afar, to the room, Dakota ughs and needs to bow out of the scene, folks.
From afar, to the room, Lisa nods.
Dakota blinks as her pager goes off. "You two, continue being hospitiable to our
friend, I'll be back. Gotta calla f riend."
From afar, to the room, Dakota waves and bamfs.
From afar, to the room, Bailey nods, and finds he's being called to another
scene very soon.
Dakota has disconnected.
Bailey clicks the phone closed. "Ok, Will's settled in, and needs a guide." He
looks to the other two lwft. "Don't let me interrupt. Keep going, though I have
to split soon. Gathering, tonight."
Roger hrms then looks to Dakota once again. "The Prisioner? No... haven't seen
it. Haven't watched much of TV, mostly read the books."
Lisa smiles, "Then I've got a treat for you." She glances to Bailey. "Nah, I'm
pretty much done here. Background check's gonna eat up a lot of my time."
Bailey stands up, then, and chuckles. "Well, play nice, you two." He turns to
Roger before he goes. "Good luck, I mean it."
Locations Players
Truck Ex-BJ
OOC Lounge and Randomly Generated Dungeon Room Adele Aspen Casper
Clever-fo Foxtrot X Frisket
Grey-Sky Guest-of- Kid-B
Mountain' Outlaw Rorschach
Wade
Hostel(#1150RADHJ) Michael
Farmhouse: Hallway and Living Room Duncan Trevor
Seattle Underground(#2427RJ) Alexis Rave The Pries
Undeveloped Forest Blood-Fur Nightflas
West Bridge Street Collin Sally Mac
Dakota's Apt.-Silverton Apts.(#2559RJ) Bailey Lisa Roger
Cave on the Island(#2648RAJh) Dante
By the Waterfall Alexandra
Bridge Street(#2898RJ) Cassica
Vicki's Place(#3044RJ) Vicki
Tom's Place(#3289RFJ) Tom
Williams Repair Shop(#3502RAJh) Derrick
3923 Regan Avenue(#3923RFJ) Cutter Vincent
Dojan(#3940RJ) Mike Coop
Industrial Sector, Southwest Side Andrea Eric Patrick
Roger nods and smiles to Bailey, thinking that he's going to like his decision
to come out to St. Claire. "Thanks. Enjoy the night."
Bailey manages a smile for the other Walkers, and nods. "Thanks, guys," he says,
and heads out.
Bailey steps out of the apartment.
Bailey has left.
From afar, to Roger and Lisa, Bailey waves, thanks for the RP, and heads out for
an early night.
Lisa stretches and pulls off her anorak, dropping it on the floor with a loud
thud. She rolls up her sleve and unstraps a knife sheath tucked to her forearm.
"So, feeling welcome yet or just paranoid?"
Roger lets out some tension with a sigh. "A bit of both really. I've been
welcomed by the few Walkers I've met... but I've yet to meet anyone else. I
don't know really. How do I accept that back home I was a kick toy... while here
I can become someone great?"
Lisa shrugs. "You just do. Deal and move on." She pulls a Glock from the small
of her back. "Situations change."
Roger eyes the Glock and a twinge of nervousness overcomes him. He fingers a
small lump underneath his left armpit. "Change?"
Lisa nods and says, "Yeah. One place isn't like the next." Lisa proceeds to pop
the clip from the gun and clear the chamber. "For example, most of the walkers
here wouldn't gun you down for no reason. Especially in their home, and on the
carpet they have to clean." She smiles.
Roger chuckles and shakes his head. "Of course not... that just wouldn't make
sense. I'm still a bit surprised by change from one place to another... but it's
a pleasing surprise."
Lisa shrugs. "We tend to be a practical lot here. If you pull your weight, cool.
If not, then we might have a little talk with you." She tugs at her jacket and a
coiled bullwhip slips free.
Roger wrenches back a bit and then calms himself down. A quick glance around as
he settles down again. "Ah... so. I've heard there has been, trouble, in the
city latly?"
Lisa chuckles. "What, you mean Malfeas trying to bust loose into the city. Yeah.
But we're coping..."
Roger looks to the door and sighs. "Well, if I'm going to find a place to stay
for the night, I should head out. Any more questions for me?"
Lisa says, "Yeah. Feel like crashing here? Don't think Dakota would mind. Not
until you found someplace of your own."
Roger nods and smiles. "That would be wonderful. Thanks, and good night."
From afar, Lisa smiles, "Night."
Lisa has disconnected.
Thank you for visiting.
Please return soon.
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