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Guest
Original poster
Nashville, TN | 20 February 2027 - Mid Morning
WEATHER: mild, clear skies, about 50f (around 10c)
Willow exchanged a glance with Fiona, and both girls frowned subtly at her slurred speech. Wow, Ben, nice pick. That wasn't to say that the three of them - and usually a few more of the younger crowd around Nashville - didn't occasionally indulge in drink, but to show up wasted? That was a whole new level.
"Yeah, you could say we're the welcoming committee," Willow said dryly. "You can refill your flask at the bar if you've got something worthwhile to trade, buuuuut, girl you need to get your shit together if you don't want people side-eyeing you the whole time." Willow was blunt, and judging by Fiona's scrunched face, maybe she'd been a little too blunt. But she didn't have time to babysit a drunkard.
Fiona, however, was too nice for her own good, and quickly stepped in between Willow and the newcomer. "What my friend here means to say, is that people here can be a little judgmental towards the new people... so that's why we're here! To help you sort of... settle in? I'm Fiona, this is Willow, and my brother, Ben." She pointed to each one in turn. "Why don't you come with us? We can show you around? Talk about possible job placement?"
INVENTORY (WILLOW)
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Wearing
bluejeans ripped at the knees, red hoodie
western boots & tan backpack
On Person
Buck Knife w/Multipurpose Tools [left hip]
Crowbar [hanging on backpack]
LED Flashlight [hanging on backpack]
Backpack
Worn, much-too-large Patriots Hoodie
20ft Climbing Rope
Small Sketch Pad & Pencils
Matches [100]
Survival Blanket
Flint & Steel
Black Tactical Gloves
Hearing Protection Earbuds
Food & Water
18oz Bottled Water [1]
Stashed at Home
Winchester SXP Defender (5/5) [holding]
12g Shotgun Shells (5) [in pocket]
Ruger LCP Custom (5/5) [left leg]
12g Shotgun Shells [25]
9mm Rounds [50]