Two Years After Contact - Post Apoc RP.

[Psycho Of Ireland]

"You sound like a hoser, eh. That isn't how it works. You show what you got, then we quote you a price. You think it's not enough, you offer more. It's called bartering, This isn't like it was before. So either you show me something or sign up for the duty roster to work around here, or you take off, eh." The guy managed to sound tough with a thick accent which was no mean feat for a First Nation guy who didn't look like he should be talking that way at all. Something about his face showed that it had seen a lot of violence in a short time. He wasn't especially big but it was obvious he was strong.

@psychoofireland

Casey was slightly annoyed at the way that this man was talking to him but for no he was able to keep calm. it wasnt that he was intimidated infact he wasnt even close to it seeing as he lived in one of the worst area's in belfast before his family moved over here. ''right then ive got a stash of military grade equipment so you tell me howmuch is that worth?, and then if i like it i may throw in some more goods aswell as the location of the equipment'' he said with a slight bit of sarcasm as casey could alreay tell that equipment that was in good codition was always going to be valuble.

 

[Michale CS]

"Hey, time to wake up," she told him, figuring that's what a big sister would do... ensure that her little sibling had breakfast. Well, that's what she envisioned anyway. Who was there to tell her that there were other more creative ways, like tickling, a bucket of water, etc?​

"Okay Nora." He stood up and stretched. "Thank you. The Breakfast smells good." Gerard said.

Breakfast wasn't poutine. The potatoes had been mashed and mixed vegetables and just enough egg and flour to make sure they stuck together, and were fried into latkes. There was plenty of gravy though, both brown and white. And there was coffee. Lots of coffee. Served in Tim Horton's cups, and tasting like they had actually bought it there. It seemed that they were using up the supplies of one of the coffee houses.

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After Greenie replies to this post, her RP is paused until psychoofireland's RP catches up timeline wise.

@Greenie​

 

[Michale CS]

Casey was slightly annoyed at the way that this man was talking to him but for no he was able to keep calm. it wasn't that he was intimidated in fact he wasn't even close to it seeing as he lived in one of the worst area's in Belfast before his family moved over here. ''Right then I've got a stash of military grade equipment so you tell me how much is that worth?, and then if I like it I may throw in some more goods as well as the location of the equipment'' he said with a slight bit of sarcasm as Casey could already tell that equipment that was in good condition was always going to be valuable.

"Take off, eh. A stash could be two bullets for all I know, hoser, and those could be from a gun your buddy has fired at me. Show me actual hardware. Go sell your dreams and promises to the PM." He waved Casey on.

"Next!" He called out, and two well-muscled guards carrying AR-15s stepped a step forward and slightly moved their weapons, telling Casey that his turn was done.

 

[Psycho Of Ireland]

"Take off, eh. A stash could be two bullets for all I know, hoser, and those could be from a gun your buddy has fired at me. Show me actual hardware. Go sell your dreams and promises to the PM." He waved Casey on.

"Next!" He called out, and two well-muscled guards carrying AR-15s stepped a step forward and slightly moved their weapons, telling Casey that his turn was done.

Seeing the two men with the rifles move thier guns casey just laughed. he then pulled out a photo of said stash and threw it on to the counter.
''that was taken two days ago, so if you dont believe me then i guess you must suck at your job'' he said as he started to walk off. in the photo the was a clear view of racks of gund ranging from a simple pistol all the way upto a couple of high end sniper rifles with enough ammo for them to be used in multiple engagements, the main reason that Casey had tis photo was just incase something like this happend seeing as not many people would trust word of mouth these days it always helped to have some sort insurance.

 

[Michale CS]

Seeing the two men with the rifles move their guns Casey just laughed. he then pulled out a photo of said stash and threw it on to the counter.
''That was taken two days ago, so if you don't believe me then i guess you must suck at your job'' he said as he started to walk off. in the photo the was a clear view of racks of guns ranging from a simple pistol all the way up to a couple of high end sniper rifles with enough ammo for them to be used in multiple engagements, the main reason that Casey had this photo was just in case something like this happened seeing as not many people would trust word of mouth these days it always helped to have some sort insurance.

All three men laughed, then the man he'd been negotiating with spoke again. "If you're going to do a setup, eh, at least don't be so stupid about it. How the fuck did you get a picture developed or printed around here in the past two days, hoser? In case you didn't fucking know..." The guy paused to tap his own temple a few times in emphasis for the stupidity. "...aliens came down and fucked all of our shit up two years ago! If you got that much shit, you don't need us. Timmy, show the man out." The guy waved one hand dismissively at Casey and one of the two men raised his rifle, pointing at Casey, indicating he head for the exit of the stadium. This had caused enough of a stir for people all around to watch, point and stare, and for a few more of the gang members nearby to put hands in pockets, or openly place hands on holsters. This was not looking good for Casey's chances.

And indeed, by showing that he had access to either a photo developer (and who uses those in 2037?) or a digital camera and printer, coming to the poor part of town, Casey had shown that either:

a) He was lying - which was what the gang members believed.

or

b) He actually had access to a big cache of weapons, electricity, fresh batteries, and was willing to trade that away for cheap salvage, prostitutes, or slaves.

The good news was, since they thought he was bullshitting them, they wouldn't do anything with the photo, one because even if it were true it could be taken anywhere, and two, if the location was even written on the photo, they wouldn't go there thinking it was the most poorly laid trap in the history of poorly laid traps.

The obvious choice would be for Casey to allow himself to be escorted out. If he had any other plan of action, the risks would be high.

@psychoofireland

 

[Psycho Of Ireland]

All three men laughed, then the man he'd been negotiating with spoke again. "If you're going to do a setup, eh, at least don't be so stupid about it. How the fuck did you get a picture developed or printed around here in the past two days, hoser? In case you didn't fucking know..." The guy paused to tap his own temple a few times in emphasis for the stupidity. "...aliens came down and fucked all of our shit up two years ago! If you got that much shit, you don't need us. Timmy, show the man out." The guy waved one hand dismissively at Casey and one of the two men raised his rifle, pointing at Casey, indicating he head for the exit of the stadium. This had caused enough of a stir for people all around to watch, point and stare, and for a few more of the gang members nearby to put hands in pockets, or openly place hands on holsters. This was not looking good for Casey's chances.

And indeed, by showing that he had access to either a photo developer (and who uses those in 2037?) or a digital camera and printer, coming to the poor part of town, Casey had shown that either:

a) He was lying - which was what the gang members believed.

or

b) He actually had access to a big cache of weapons, electricity, fresh batteries, and was willing to trade that away for cheap salvage, prostitutes, or slaves.

The good news was, since they thought he was bullshitting them, they wouldn't do anything with the photo, one because even if it were true it could be taken anywhere, and two, if the location was even written on the photo, they wouldn't go there thinking it was the most poorly laid trap in the history of poorly laid traps.

The obvious choice would be for Casey to allow himself to be escorted out. If he had any other plan of action, the risks would be high.

@psychoofireland

''wow you really are as stupid as you sound, now just think of how your boss would react if you let such as offer get away oh and i suggest you stop pointing those rifles at me'' he said mockingly, he was about to snap from the way that teh man behind the counter had talked to him. casey slipped his hands into his pockets where he ussally kept a few small nail bombs that had a 5 second fuse on them before staring right back at the man behind the counter, he wasnt going to take the disrespect that this man was showing him and not do anything. ''i just came here to see about getting a slave or maybe some good gear that i didnt already have but decided to insult me as if i was stupid, oh and just so you know the reason i dont want to use that gear is because i already have good gear on me''

 

[Marchosias]

"All right, I put some aside, yes?" The woman called after her.

As she followed the men they headed directly for their truck, chattering excitedly as if they were late for something. If she didn't close with them they were going to get on that truck and drive off. It wasn't like there were taxis to hail.

@Marchosias

And that put Natalija in a bind... if she didnt catch up, she wuld be left behind and wuldnt find out vhat they vere up to. But she also didnt vant them to think that she vas folowing them. She needed some kind of reason, excuse... and then it hit her.

"Hey guys! Nice morning... if you'r heading out to crash-site again, wuld you mind giving me a ride there? I plan on doing some serius salvaging today! I'l pay for the ride this time!" she shouted in ther direction, vith a smile and a wave.

Even if they verent going there, or not just there, or vhatever they were up to, she figured a promise of payment wuld be enogh to peek ther interest and have them take her up on it. And once she vas on the truck, she figured a litle casual flirting vith Joska wuld be enogh for him to let it slip vhat they were actualy after. Natalija may not have been much of a talking-type, but she never had any problems using her looks to... influence... men to reveal interesting things about them-selvs or their plans, as they tryed to impres her.

That has in-fact served her very wel, in her black-marketing and smugling career. Seducing a busines-partner, spending a fun night together, just a litle "chery on top" folowing a profitable deal... and geting some very juicy details out of him, in a un-guarded moment during foreplay/sex. Then contact her asociates and set up a ambush some time later, acting on those details, and rob him blind, making the profit margin almost double. Naturaly, that kind of under-handed tactics have earned her more then a few enemys in the underworld, some of them very power-ful, vho tryed a few times to kill her... as wel as got her deeper on the vrong side of the law back home. Natalija VAS a criminal, and the charges agenst her in the Comonwealth were very real indeed. And not even a complete list, either... in defending her-self from dis-gruntled customers and mafia hit-men, she had to kill a few times, too.

"Yes... this change of scenery vas exacly vhat I needed. Vas getting a bit too... hot... for my taste back home." Natalija smirked to her-self, shaking her head at the memorys.

 

[Greenie]

"Okay Nora." He stood up and stretched. "Thank you. The Breakfast smells good." Gerard said.

Breakfast wasn't poutine. The potatoes had been mashed and mixed vegetables and just enough egg and flour to make sure they stuck together, and were fried into latkes. There was plenty of gravy though, both brown and white. And there was coffee. Lots of coffee. Served in Tim Horton's cups, and tasting like they had actually bought it there. It seemed that they were using up the supplies of one of the coffee houses.

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After Greenie replies to this post, her RP is paused until psychoofireland's RP catches up timeline wise.

@Greenie​

"It sure does," Nora agreed with a nod as she looked Gerard's way. Well, at least he seemed well rested. She still refused to believe she was as well; denial was sure fun.

She headed over to where they were serving breakfast, swallowing as saliva gathered in her mouth. "Yep... smells good," she agreed once more, unable not too. It had been a while since she ate cooked food; this was like a feast. She grabbed a plate for herself and Gerard before pushing them in his hands, grabbing two cups of coffee as well.

"Right, let's chow down," she said, heading over to sit down and do just that. Seemed like it was the start of a very good day.​

 

[Michale CS]

''wow you really are as stupid as you sound, now just think of how your boss would react if you let such as offer get away oh and i suggest you stop pointing those rifles at me'' he said mockingly, he was about to snap from the way that teh man behind the counter had talked to him. casey slipped his hands into his pockets where he ussally kept a few small nail bombs that had a 5 second fuse on them before staring right back at the man behind the counter, he wasnt going to take the disrespect that this man was showing him and not do anything. ''i just came here to see about getting a slave or maybe some good gear that i didnt already have but decided to insult me as if i was stupid, oh and just so you know the reason i dont want to use that gear is because i already have good gear on me''

The fact that he didn't back down made Carl, the man he'd been negotiating with shake his head. Then, he looked up to the bleachers of the stadium, raised one finger, then drew that finger across his neck as he turned away.

Three shots from the sniper in the bleachers with the old .444 Marlin rang out. It might never be known if it was one of those shots or a reflex from Casey on those nail bombs that set it off, but in the scope of things, did it matter? Dead from bullet wounds, or dead from bullet wounds and an exploded nail bomb were both dead.

At least Casey would have some consolation in the afterlife that he took people with him, as Timmy and one bystander, a woman who had just come to the stadium to barter what she'd scraped up to bid on her sister so that she could be freed from slavery, died along with Casey from the explosions.

Chaos reigned in the stadium as the bombs went off people scattering everywhere. A handful of soon to be slaves used this to make a daring escape, and a bunch of people looted.

There was a lot more shooting, and a lot more running.

The final death toll was twenty-seven people including Casey, and thirty-nine injured.

It probably ruined it in people's minds to go to the Stadium for anything anymore, since there was a terrorist bombing there.

~Fin~

~~OOC~~
I'm sorry it came to this, but I did give several warnings that this was an ill-advised action. Look all of this over and realize that I let you choose your own path, and you just dove right into suicide. Sorry man. You can make another character if you like. I hate character death, but I think Casey's middle name was LEEROOOYY JEENNNKINS in this case.
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It was called the "bad quarter" for a reason. Prostitution and drugs were blatantly in the open, and sometimes acts were witnessed on the streets. Most of the buildings had been ransacked, refortified, and ransacked again. But there was a sort of town square as it were. The Molson Stadium had been taken over by what looked like a fairly organized gang, who seemed to be running an ongoing auction here. Everything was being auctioned - Food, water, gasoline, hardware, drugs, time with prostitutes, and now and again... a person. Usually pre-teen to teenage girls, but the occasional male came up for bid.

It seemed like they all were bidding using swatches of cloth, which, from observation, it looked like you obtained from one of the heavily-armed men near the entrance of the stadium. What people traded for the swatches seemed to vary widely. The colors seemed to be significant of value, Black, Green, Blue, Yellow and Red in order of rarity, so that seemed to be the order of value - black being the least, and red being the most valuable.

The last person auctioned, a girl of about fourteen, was sold for three of the red swatches, to a man who looked hungrily at the young girl. He literally grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder. She didn't even resist and her eyes were glazed, as if she were on drugs at the time, which was entirely possible.

Where would he go in this place, or was this even the place he wanted to be?

Casey was slightly annoyed at the way that this man was talking to him but for no he was able to keep calm. it wasnt that he was intimidated infact he wasnt even close to it seeing as he lived in one of the worst area's in belfast before his family moved over here. ''right then ive got a stash of military grade equipment so you tell me howmuch is that worth?, and then if i like it i may throw in some more goods aswell as the location of the equipment'' he said with a slight bit of sarcasm as casey could alreay tell that equipment that was in good codition was always going to be valuble.

"Take off, eh. A stash could be two bullets for all I know, hoser, and those could be from a gun your buddy has fired at me. Show me actual hardware. Go sell your dreams and promises to the PM." He waved Casey on.

"Next!" He called out, and two well-muscled guards carrying AR-15s stepped a step forward and slightly moved their weapons, telling Casey that his turn was done.

All three men laughed, then the man he'd been negotiating with spoke again. "If you're going to do a setup, eh, at least don't be so stupid about it. How the fuck did you get a picture developed or printed around here in the past two days, hoser? In case you didn't fucking know..." The guy paused to tap his own temple a few times in emphasis for the stupidity. "...aliens came down and fucked all of our shit up two years ago! If you got that much shit, you don't need us. Timmy, show the man out." The guy waved one hand dismissively at Casey and one of the two men raised his rifle, pointing at Casey, indicating he head for the exit of the stadium. This had caused enough of a stir for people all around to watch, point and stare, and for a few more of the gang members nearby to put hands in pockets, or openly place hands on holsters. This was not looking good for Casey's chances.

And indeed, by showing that he had access to either a photo developer (and who uses those in 2037?) or a digital camera and printer, coming to the poor part of town, Casey had shown that either:

a) He was lying - which was what the gang members believed.

or

b) He actually had access to a big cache of weapons, electricity, fresh batteries, and was willing to trade that away for cheap salvage, prostitutes, or slaves.

The good news was, since they thought he was bullshitting them, they wouldn't do anything with the photo, one because even if it were true it could be taken anywhere, and two, if the location was even written on the photo, they wouldn't go there thinking it was the most poorly laid trap in the history of poorly laid traps.

The obvious choice would be for Casey to allow himself to be escorted out. If he had any other plan of action, the risks would be high.

@psychoofireland

 

[Michale CS]

"It sure does," Nora agreed with a nod as she looked Gerard's way. Well, at least he seemed well rested. She still refused to believe she was as well; denial was sure fun.

She headed over to where they were serving breakfast, swallowing as saliva gathered in her mouth. "Yep... smells good," she agreed once more, unable not too. It had been a while since she ate cooked food; this was like a feast. She grabbed a plate for herself and Gerard before pushing them in his hands, grabbing two cups of coffee as well.

"Right, let's chow down," she said, heading over to sit down and do just that. Seemed like it was the start of a very good day.​

Breakfast went well, though there was a rumor circulating that over in the bad part of town that there had been a bombing and rioting. From the best she could figure out from listening, it was at the nearby stadium, which had long been rumored to have been taken over by gangs who did all sorts of horrible things there, but ran a sort of black market for the town. The rumors started out with someone saying five people died, and by the time the meal had ended, Nora had heard numbers as high as fifty deaths.

Nora had definitely picked the right place to go. At the end of the breakfast period, An old First Nation woman stepped up on a small stage that used to be a display for a large statue. "I know we all are just getting by, but the reason we are getting by at all is because we are working together to keep this up. I know, stealing isn't right, but salvaging is different. The reason we are so blessed is that we are working to keep our blessings. So, I'd like six people to go with me on a supply run. Before any of you get any ideas, this is for salvage, things people have obviously left behind, not for anything anyone is trying to hold onto. If you're interested, line up in front of the curator's office and I'll interview you in small groups if I have too many volunteers, just to give you the details. We wouldn't have our coffee today if it weren't for last week's run, and if we don't keep doing these until the government gets its act together, we're all in trouble. Thank you, and have a blessed day."

The woman got off of the pedestal and walked back to the curator's office. A few people followed but not many, and many were still mumbling and rumbling about joining or not.

~~ OOC ~~
Pause is lifted for obvious reasons.​

 

[Michale CS]

And that put Natalija in a bind... if she didn't catch up, she would be left behind and wouldn't find out vhat they vere up to. But she also didn't vant them to think that she vas following them. She needed some kind of reason, excuse... and then it hit her.

"Hey guys! Nice morning... if you're heading out to crash-site again, would you mind giving me a ride there? I plan on doing some serius salvaging today! I'l pay for the ride this time!" she shouted in there direction, vith a smile and a wave.

...

"Yes... this change of scenery vas exactly vhat I needed. Vas getting a bit too... hot... for my taste back home." Natalija smirked to herself, shaking her head at the memories.

They all looked at each other, and after a brief argument in rapid Hungarian, Joska waved her on. "We talk about pay later. Come. We are going to place near crash site. Airfield. Good paying job. I will tell my new boss you are with us, igen? Then we can work out payment for all later." Obviously Joska meant sexual favors as the payment.

It had worked. She was riding the truck with them as they raced out to the airfield...

Arriving about an hour after a certain Japanese aircraft had landed.

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~~ OOC ~~

The next post I reply to from Natalija will be within sight/earshot of Arisu and Aly. Feel free to respond here for the harried half-hour drive from town to the airfield near the crash site, @Marchosias​

 

[Marchosias]

They all looked at each other, and after a brief argument in rapid Hungarian, Joska waved her on. "We talk about pay later. Come. We are going to place near crash site. Airfield. Good paying job. I will tell my new boss you are with us, igen? Then we can work out payment for all later." Obviously Joska meant sexual favors as the payment.

It had worked. She was riding the truck with them as they raced out to the airfield...

Arriving about an hour after a certain Japanese aircraft had landed.

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~~ OOC ~~

The next post I reply to from Natalija will be within sight/earshot of Arisu and Aly. Feel free to respond here for the harried half-hour drive from town to the airfield near the crash site, @Marchosias​

"Paying job... niiiice. Wonder if I can get in on the action too? Wel see I guess." Natalija imediatly thoght to her-self, as the truck rocked along.

She culd feel all their eyes... swalowing... her, and it flattered her, not making her feel thretened in the least. She known that the "payment" Joska ment wuld likely include sex or at least some oral atention... in his mind, aniway. But Natalija had alot of expirience handling horny guys... literaly and figurativly. Not that it vas out of the question, no... looking at him, tall, nicely muscled, even relativly handsome... she culd guess he vas alot of fun in bed; but if and vhen it hapened, it wuld hapen on her terms, not his. He stil owed her that dinner he promised, for one.

As the truck drove, she taken the time to check-out her M76, too, taking out the clip, poping it back in, re-adjusting the scope, aligning the front iron-sights, and checking her belt satchel for spare ammo. If those dogs vere stil around, she may very wel need it. Dogs... or worse. She had no spare clips, but she had 20 spare 7.92 Mauser rounds, that she culd fill the clip vith by hand, vhen the 10 in it vas spent. Not a ideal thing in a fire-fight of corse, it vas much slower, she wuld have prefered to have spare clips ready to simply exchange them when needed... but she'd make do vith what she had.

 

[Greenie]

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The woman got off of the pedestal and walked back to the curator's office. A few people followed but not many, and many were still mumbling and rumbling about joining or not.
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Nora was a fast eater, so she had chugged down her coffee in record time, having already finished the latkes she'd taken for herself. There was a slight frown on her face as she listened to the news about the stadium. She wasn't sure which one it was, but if it was the Olympic stadium, she could bet her father would say it was long time coming. For her part, she was just glad she'd never thought of heading any place shady. There were bad enough rumours about different places; staying near churches was usually the safest way to go.

She chewed on the inside of her cheek as she listened to the older woman speak, stealing glances around as she did. If she was being honest, it didn't seem like such a bad deal. She was good at finding and... well, salvaging, as the old woman was saying. Nora had to admit, it sounded better than stealing and scavenging. If she could stay safe, not have to worry about being hungry, and Gerard would be fine... well it was something she couldn't just say no to. In her opinion, it would be stupid to let go of the chance.

"Hm..." She looked over to Gerard, wondering if he should come along. Nah, best he stays here. Plus, she certainly didn't want to get attached.

"Hey," she said to him, "I'm going to see if I can get some... work with that lady, alright? You stay here... or er.." She didn't want to order him around. "Well don't leave this place unless you're coming along." Saying that, she patted at his head in what she thought was a sisterly manner. That done, she headed for the curator's office.
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[Xytheus]

Tobias was left with two real choices as far as boats went.

• The Caribbean Breeze Boat Rental still offered a few boats for rent, but always insisted on a hefty price to go 'unsupervised' They had smaller boats and even a power boat or two left operating. With gas at a premium - It would be some time before some of the major refineries got operational again - this would provide the exact kind of boat but would take a hefty enough chunk out of the public kitty for Tobias to have to explain this expenditure later.
• The Colonel Paddlewheel still operated. Silent, better on gas, and operated by an old timer who knew well enough to take money and not ask questions, it would provide a larger boat - although the paddlewheel had lifeboats that could be lowered. The Colonel still ran tours now and then but mainly when the boat went out it was for a wedding reception or a gambling party. Other than the fact they'd have to likely swap boats to the small one, the Colonel was a common enough sight in the water around Galveston for it not to be considered odd in and of itself.

@Xytheus

Tobias sat in his vehicle, with the engine off, considering his options. The best would be to get a rental speed boat, but that was incredibly expensive; even before the invasion. The other option was the old paddlewheel. It was quiet, expertly operated and no one would suspect a thing. He pondered these options for a few more seconds before starting his vehicle and driving away from the food storage. He headed for the Colonel Paddlewheel ship that was docked at the north end of the island. After a short drive he arrived at the dock. The pier the boat was on was old and wooden. The shore it connected to was littered with washed up items. Most had picked through and salvaged by locals. Still, several small boat hulls and rusted containers remained.

He walked down the pier, examining the ship as he did. He arrived at the boarding ramp. "Anyone home!?" He awaited a response before daring to set foot on someone elses ship.

 

[Michale CS]

He walked down the pier, examining the ship as he did. He arrived at the boarding ramp. "Anyone home!?" He awaited a response before daring to set foot on someone elses ship.

From the bow of the ship, Tobias heard a wooden door slam, and some sounds of movement. A moment later, he heard, "That depends on who yer askin'! Yer ask my wife and she's liable to say no!" This was followed by a chuckle as the sixty-something white haired sailor tromped his way down toward amidships where the boarding ramp was.

"Well, come on aboard, so I don't gotta tell at yer." Old Bob Creedy was the operations manager of the Colonel before the Invasion, and was a retired Navy pilot. The rumor was, if it floated or flew, he could pilot it. In the days following the Invasion, he had proven that to some extent, where he both drove hovercraft to ferry supplies to the island from the mainland and flown the medivac helicopter to and from the mainland to UT's Medical Center in Galveston. It was even rumored that he'd been a SEAL. He certainly had the physique for it, even in his sixties.

Once aboard, Bob gave Tobias a hearty handshake and escorted him to his office. "So what can I help yer with, Mister Mayor? Got some shindig planned that my old tub can host?" Bob's accent was one of a kind - he was born in Bangor, Maine and served his time in the Navy mainly in the Caribbean, then once he left the Navy had moved to Galveston, making for an odd blend of Noreaster, Jamaican and Texas drawl all wrapped up in one voice.

 

[Michale CS]

"Paying job... niiiice. Wonder if I can get in on the action too? Wel see I guess." Natalija imediatly thoght to her-self, as the truck rocked along.

She culd feel all their eyes... swalowing... her, and it flattered her, not making her feel thretened in the least. She known that the "payment" Joska ment wuld likely include sex or at least some oral atention... in his mind, aniway. But Natalija had alot of expirience handling horny guys... literaly and figurativly. Not that it vas out of the question, no... looking at him, tall, nicely muscled, even relativly handsome... she culd guess he vas alot of fun in bed; but if and vhen it hapened, it wuld hapen on her terms, not his. He stil owed her that dinner he promised, for one.

As the truck drove, she taken the time to check-out her M76, too, taking out the clip, poping it back in, re-adjusting the scope, aligning the front iron-sights, and checking her belt satchel for spare ammo. If those dogs vere stil around, she may very wel need it. Dogs... or worse. She had no spare clips, but she had 20 spare 7.92 Mauser rounds, that she culd fill the clip vith by hand, vhen the 10 in it vas spent. Not a ideal thing in a fire-fight of corse, it vas much slower, she wuld have prefered to have spare clips ready to simply exchange them when needed... but she'd make do vith what she had.

(( Placeholder for after I get a response from Aly's player. @Jageroux . This is on pause for the moment. ))

 

[Shalashaska]

"I doubt any bar in Budapest has sake as fine as I've brought with me, but I would be willing to try wines and spirits of a local type once I have gotten the data I need from the Invader craft. I draw the line at beer, however. I've never been a fan of most beers, even Sapporo makes my stomach turn to smell it." She replied amiably.

"I was quite the champion at my college when it came to drinking contests. It appears I have a very good metabolism. I am also one of those types of people who can eat however they choose and not gain weight. If I didn't have the constitution for alcohol in college I would have likely been heavily bullied, for my origin. Being only half-Japanese was quite the dishonor to some."

Most of the rest of the flight went similarly, with them trading stories from their youths before the Invasion, and then a sleep period, before the pleasant beeps of the cabin warning asked them to put their seat belts on for the landing.

"We will be landing at about seven in the morning local time, and I've asked my guides to be there when we get there. I hope they are reliable, as one can never tell." Arisu strapped on the seatbelt for the descent.


@Jageroux

(Been kind of overloaded with stuff and this slipped past me; sorry.)

Alysson enjoyed the conversation with Arisu. Very rarely did she get to actually... Talk to anyone. Her occassional letters and run-ins with her brothers were nice and all, but she liked branching out. There wasn't anything about her brothers she didn't know, and she wanted to know new stuff. That's why she chose to travel, after all. Having been so caught up in the conversation, Alysson was confused when she woke up. When did she even fall asleep?

Were her pants on?

"Oh thank God." She mumbled groggily - she had sworn to herself no more sleeping with her employers. The last time that happened the guy turned out to be a possessive basket case, and that was a road she did not want to travel down again. Rubbing her face to wake herself up, she fastened her seatbelt. Was she hungover? Again? Reaching into her coat pocket, she grabbed her flask and took a quick swig of alcohol. "Can't be hungover if you're always drinking." She laughed quietly as the plane began to descend.

 

[Michale CS]

"Paying job... niiiice. Wonder if I can get in on the action too? Wel see I guess." Natalija imediatly thoght to her-self, as the truck rocked along.

She culd feel all their eyes... swalowing... her, and it flattered her, not making her feel thretened in the least. She known that the "payment" Joska ment wuld likely include sex or at least some oral atention... in his mind, aniway. But Natalija had alot of expirience handling horny guys... literaly and figurativly. Not that it vas out of the question, no... looking at him, tall, nicely muscled, even relativly handsome... she culd guess he vas alot of fun in bed; but if and vhen it hapened, it wuld hapen on her terms, not his. He stil owed her that dinner he promised, for one.

As the truck drove, she taken the time to check-out her M76, too, taking out the clip, poping it back in, re-adjusting the scope, aligning the front iron-sights, and checking her belt satchel for spare ammo. If those dogs vere stil ft, she may very wel need it. Dogs... or worse. She had no spare clips, but she had 20 spare 7.92 Mauser rounds, that she culd fill the clip vith by hand, vhen the 10 in it vas spent. Not a ideal thing in a fire-fight of corse, it vas much slower, she wuld have prefered to have spare clips ready to simply exchange them when needed... but she'd make do vith what she had.

Alysson enjoyed the conversation with Arisu. Very rarely did she get to actually... Talk to anyone. Her occassional letters and run-ins with her brothers were nice and all, but she liked branching out. There wasn't anything about her brothers she didn't know, and she wanted to know new stuff. That's why she chose to travel, after all. Having been so caught up in the conversation, Alysson was confused when she woke up. When did she even fall asleep?

Were her pants on?

"Oh thank God." She mumbled groggily - she had sworn to herself no more sleeping with her employers. The last time that happened the guy turned out to be a possessive basket case, and that was a road she did not want to travel down again. Rubbing her face to wake herself up, she fastened her seatbelt. Was she hungover? Again? Reaching into her coat pocket, she grabbed her flask and took a quick swig of alcohol. "Can't be hungover if you're always drinking." She laughed quietly as the plane began to descend.

The plane made its landing, and ahead of Arisu were her three hired guards, including Alysson, as they descended the boarding stairs. When Joska saw Arisu he waved to her and told Natalija, "Japanese woman pays us to keep her safe and guide her while she is here. Is good job, pays well, in gold."

That was shocking in and of itself, for many reasons, not least of which was the fact that few people traded in precious metals, instead opting for more practical goods. One commodity that didn't seem to lose its appeal was gold. Gold symbolized the future, now. A future in which humanity was back to what would pass for normal before the invasion. Gold, it seemed, was a buy and hold for the many optimists in the world, and for every budding government.

Even a small amount of gold would buy more than a week's salvage at a good site.

Some minor formalities exchanged after the area was deemed safe by all involved. "I am glad to be working with you. I will depend on all of you to work very closely together and for our mission. I found however, that people who have played together work better together. So, Joska, let us have you and your crew guide us to the best restaurant and bar around, yes?"

Arisu's technical crew had unloaded the flex-fuel SUV from the plane, and she got behind the driver's seat herself, waving Aly over. "Your truck looks full, Joska, why not have one or two join us?"

~~~OOC~~~
This is an opportunity for Natalija to meet up with the other PCs, as Joska can be easily convinced to let the second person transferring to Arisu's SUV be her.

Feel free to interact, and assume that Arisu stays politely silent on the trip to the restaurant, near the Opera House, only exchanging pleasantries until then.

@Marchosias @Jageroux​

 

[Marchosias]

The plane made its landing, and ahead of Arisu were her three hired guards, including Alysson, as they descended the boarding stairs. When Joska saw Arisu he waved to her and told Natalija, "Japanese woman pays us to keep her safe and guide her while she is here. Is good job, pays well, in gold."

That was shocking in and of itself, for many reasons, not least of which was the fact that few people traded in precious metals, instead opting for more practical goods. One commodity that didn't seem to lose its appeal was gold. Gold symbolized the future, now. A future in which humanity was back to what would pass for normal before the invasion. Gold, it seemed, was a buy and hold for the many optimists in the world, and for every budding government.

Even a small amount of gold would buy more than a week's salvage at a good site.

Some minor formalities exchanged after the area was deemed safe by all involved. "I am glad to be working with you. I will depend on all of you to work very closely together and for our mission. I found however, that people who have played together work better together. So, Joska, let us have you and your crew guide us to the best restaurant and bar around, yes?"

Arisu's technical crew had unloaded the flex-fuel SUV from the plane, and she got behind the driver's seat herself, waving Aly over. "Your truck looks full, Joska, why not have one or two join us?"

~~~OOC~~~
This is an opportunity for Natalija to meet up with the other PCs, as Joska can be easily convinced to let the second person transferring to Arisu's SUV be her.

Feel free to interact, and assume that Arisu stays politely silent on the trip to the restaurant, near the Opera House, only exchanging pleasantries until then.

@Marchosias @Jageroux​

At the mention of the vord "gold"... Natalija's eyes flashed. The Japanese woman striked her as a typical book-worm-ish science-type... or maybe not that typical, since most egg-heads she dealed vith, had a dis-like of actualy getting there hands dirty in the field, prefering to stay in there nice cozy labs, vhile ther assistants did the grunt-work, and hired supplyers got them the materials. Not that she given a shit... they payed wel for the goods they needed - legal or otherwise. And that suited Natalija just fine!

As the woman and Joska talked, finalizing the details of their deal, Natalija remaind silent in the back-ground for the moment, vith a neutral expresion, eyes flicking over the woman's retinue that vas with her. Her eyes stoped on that other woman, measuring her out for a moment. She had the look of a street-thug, dirty un-kempt hair and and cruel face, along vith reddish-eyes, that last actualy striking Natalija as a litle un-nerving. She vas packing heat to match, along vith a bulge at one of her boots that sugested a knife there. Trained in reading body-langage, Natalija also culd tell that the woman vas some-what drunk, too, from the vay she stood. Not that she needed any particulery good obzervation skills for that, given the stifling wave of alcohol-fumes coming from her, making Natalija wrinkle her nose sligtly in dis-pleasure. Alcohol and her.... bad mix.

"Ova je pravi lik! Imat ću je na oku, ne sviđa mi se... podsjeća me na mafijaške gorile, samo u ženskom obliku." she decided, keeping her neutral expresion, then turned to Joska, just as the scientist sugested that some of his people culd accompany her in her SUV.

"If its ok, I can ride vith them? They may need extra firepower if anything comes at us on the way, and you are alredy good there." she sugested to him, nodding at one of Joska's gang atop of the truck, manning the PKM on a bipod, then at her sholder, and the M76 slinged over it. None of the 3 guards vith the scientist, the drunk woman included, vere armed with any kind of long-barrel, handguns only.

Natalija's English accent, vas also noticably diferent from Joska's, much sharper, and wuld make it obvius to Arisu that she vasnt Hungarian. In general, Hungarians spoked English vithout too much accent, since ther langage vas much more similar to English then any Slavic one.

// OOC: Natalija is dresed in a faded blue jeans vith a belt, urban-camo style military jacket, low hiking boots, and a blue-vhite T-shirt under the jacket, over a bra. Hair-do is much the same as in my pic. //

 

[Shalashaska]

Stepping out of the plane, Alysson struggled to keep her composure. Holding a hand in front of her eyes, she felt so tempted to give the sun a middle finger. It hurt her eyes and pissed her off, but she figured she'd just have to deal with it. Running a hand through her hair, she took everything in. There were a lot of people. A lot guns.

Nice.

She wasn't surprised, in all honesty. The way Arisu talked, it was very clear this was something very serious. But, she couldn't help but be worried about what type of trouble this people may be.

"If its ok, I can ride vith them? They may need extra firepower if anything comes at us on the way, and you are alredy good there."

Directing her gaze to source of the voice, she focused on the woman. Out of all of the grunts, she was the only one that stood out. Perhaps it was because of the accent or her mannerisms. The way she moved was... Different. Her posture. Military, maybe? No, she couldn't be sure. Maybe a mercenary such as herself?

"Feel free to join us." Alysson spoke up with a wry smile, approaching the woman slowly before extending her hand, offering a handsake. "Alysson." She introduced herself calmly, the faint effects of the alcohol still swirling through her head, but she knew how to handle herself.