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[Locked to Residents]

[Appearing on the journals is a written message as follows. A voice option is provided for a computerized reading of the text.]

Attention Luceti Residents.

The following names are being called to participate in a strike against the cultist hordes:
[the names listed here appear on the journal.]

All subjects are required to arrive at the tunnels at 8AM on the 27th of March for deployment. All listed individuals are required to be present. Subjects will then be escorted to TERRACE for battle preparation and further details.

Target will be Region One, a former Malnosso stronghold, presently in cultist hands. Subjects are advised to prepare for combat in forested areas. Further information will be made available at TERRACE. Questions and answers will not be provided at this time.

[The Malnosso will not reply to this message, but everyone is free to use this post to discuss among themselves, whether using voice options on the journal or doing action threads.]

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"This won't take long. We can bring her back. Make her a smoothie or something."

He set aside the bottles he'd been stacking up, brushed his hands off on the sides of his jeans, and made his way round the counter.

"Smoothies. Wow. You really are trying to dad it up, aren't you?"

She hopped over the bar, beating him by the simple virtue of being a show-off.

He shot her a dirty look, one which was aimed at her back, before falling into step behind her.

"Hey, I'm gonna want one too."

"Throw in breakfast and it'll be just like old times," she huffed as she shouldered open the front door.

[Waiting for grownups to talk was boring. But Clem had been barred from entering the bar (who even wants to go in bars anyway? Drunk people say the meanest things!), so it was up to her to find outdoor entertainment in the meanwhile. When the door opens, there's audible scrambling, the patter of little sneakers trying to avoid being caught standing where they shouldn't be.

She comes to a halt moments after the door is fully open, hands coated elbow-deep in dirt. She smiles innocently despite the filthy smears on her cheek. She's totally been waiting patiently like an adorable angel child this entire time and has absolutely not been up to any wrongdoings no way no how.]

[Jack was utterly unperturbed by whatever it was she was up to when he got outside. She could clean her own darn hands later. That wasn't his job. All the same, he gave her a once over, raised his eyebrows in mock disapproval, then gestured to her.]

Buffy, meet Clem.

[ buffy isn't quite so unperturbed by the sight. or, at least, she does drag her rag of a dishcloth off her shoulder and crouch a few feet from the girl being given the introduction. ]

Hey, Clem. Jack, here -- [ she concedes his first name on account of there being a child in the mix and differentiating between jacks by surnames, as she often did, would help no one ] -- has been telling me all about how you can apparently actually stand his company.

[ she makes a little, casual gesture to bring the girl forward. inviting her within arms' reach so she can scrub off some of that dirt. buffy won't be offended if clem doesn't come. it is a lot to ask as a stranger. she knows that. ]

Tell me, now. That can't really be true, can it? [ the question is conspiratorial. good-natured. she expects the girl does in truth like horner. and why not? he was fun enough. humourous enough. cool enough. all appealing traits. and a child wouldn't see the sleaze so readily. buffy could understand the attraction. ]

[Oh. Oh there are introductions. And she's kind of gross and dirty.

She's quick to move slightly behind Jack's pant leg. It's not enough to hide by any means, but it's enough to create a physical barrier of Jack-ness that should be protective enough if this conversation doesn't immediately go well.]

Hi.

[She'll stay there throughout Buffy's attempts to interact with her. Buffy looks nice and all, but plenty of nice-looking people have terrible agendas. It's better to wait and be sure first.

The joke about Jack's trustworthiness gets a smile out of her, at least.]

Put the rag away, Buffy. You go smiling at kids like that, you're gonna terrify them.

[He reaches around to give Clem a pat on the head, before trying to scoot her ahead anyway.]

Clem, she's gonna be going to that place the suits- the Malnosso were talking about. She'll be keeping you out of trouble.

[ she straightens, perching her hands on her hips. ] What? Isn't smiling what you're supposed to do with kids?

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[ although she's good in a crisis, buffy isn't necessarily the best sitter. but when jack makes the long-form introduction, buffy offers up a sheepish wave. ] You're in good hands, Clem. [ a pause. ] Is Clem short for something? 'Cause I know this other Clem and he...

[ was big baggy-skinned demon. ]

Clementine.

[Oh, she can be scooted, but that doesn't mean she has to like it! She looks back to Jack instead.]

Is she supposed to help me kill people when they send me away?

Uh. Yeah. Something like that.

[He indicates via hand gestures that Clem isn't going to be killing anybody.]

[ for once in her life, she lets the whole i don't kill i slay thing slip to the wayside. ]

...Sure. [ she answers with feigned enthusiasm, taking her cue from jack's gestures. ] Among, y'know, other things. Other much more survivalish-based things.

Do you have to survive a lot when you're home? Some people get really good at it after a while.

She's great at surviving, Clem. Sometimes she goes a whole day without a shower.

Ignore him. [ she shoots jack a wry smirk. ] He knows nothing of my bathing habits. Besides, surviving is kinda my deal. Jack tells me you're familiar with the concept of the undead? Well, think of me as someone who takes care of the undead for a living. Hah. Get it? Living.

[Bad jokes are all around right now, and it effectively loosens up the tension brought on by meeting a new adult. Clementine giggles. Okay, Buffy. You can stay. You're allowed.]

[There we go. We're getting somewhere. Jack feels this is going well. Clem might even survive now.]

You stick with Buffy, you'll be alright. She's not as tough or as cool as me, but she's pretty close.

...That's probably because I'm twice as tough and probably three times as cool. Don't let the svelte figure fool you, hun. I could absolutely bench-press our good friend Jack, here, if I wanted to.

[ she glances at the bar door door. ] He does know how to party, though. After all, he suggested you should come on in for smoothies. I promise I won't even card you.

So you're super-strong? [A lot of the people Clem's met in Luceti have turned out to have all these amazing super powers. It's fascinating.] Do you break stuff with your bare hands? Can your whole family? Can you pick up Jack and his blue cow?

Whoa, whoa, whoa! No one's picking up anyone here!

[ she dances with the notion of saying something along the lines of yeah, jack, no picking anyone up but the double entendre seems a little lost in sad in the face of a young girl. so buffy settles for giving the other bartender one of those looks. oh, horner, if looks could quip... ]

Yes. Yes. No. And...I absolutely could, but I'm not sure I'd ever want to. I find it's often prudent to maintain a neutral zone between myself and Mister Horner. But hypothetically? I believe I could pick up him and his blue cow. And you too, to boot.

[ she catches the door handle in her fingers and hauls the entrance open, gesturing for both of them to get inside. there are smoothies to be made. ]

[Omg. Omg. Jack knows all the coolest people! Clementine scrambles inside without argument. Even if it's a stinky old bar with probably-gross people. If there's a chance of Buffy demonstrating how she can bench press a Buick, Clem wants in.]

[Jack follows and seats himself at the bar for the moment, that way he can give Clem a hand up to the stool, if she needs one.]

I could pick all of you up too, you know.

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