[Locked to Residents]

[malnosso]

[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.]

Comments

[originaljackass]

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

[herotypical]

[ 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. ]

[smallsurvivor]

[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.]

[originaljackass]

[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.

[herotypical]

That's not half so impressive. Clementine's pint-sized and I am what elegant people might refer to as svelte. Joe Bodybuilder could lift us.

[ she takes the long way 'round the bar, opting not to vault it once again because she's already done enough showing off. ]

[smallsurvivor]

[There's so no such thing as too much showing off. Buffy's so impossibly cool.

Clementine tries to climb up onto the stool unassisted, but there's some scrambling involved with the action. If Jack wants to be a buddy and give her a boost, it won't be refused.]

[originaljackass]

[Up she goes with an assist to the warm. No big, he just feeds you at home, that's all.]

And this is why I waited to introduce you. [Just undermine him, Buffy! Go ahead!]

[herotypical]

Saying you waited is just another way of saying it was on your mind. Thought about. Considered.

[ and that notion unsettles her, as much as she tries to play it off as a joke. it isn't as though she thinks horner is scheming something in her direction; rather, she finds the memories disquieting all on their own. him. her. the bar. a child. part of her wants to believe his reluctance comes from the same place as her own.

ah, well. no turning back now. buffy dumps a generous amount of field berries into the bar's blender. ] Be honest, Clem. Has he so much as mentioned me before today? I bet not.

[ she hopes not. ]

[smallsurvivor]

Um. Well! He was busy. [Clementine's starting to get the hint that this is one of those conversations grownups have when they're trying to talk about something else. Or something. Those red berries look good though!]

Is it true there's no such thing as running out of food here?

[originaljackass]

[He would've got to it, jeez. He has a lot of exes to mention, Buffy isn't necessarily in the top ten of them.]</small. Yeah, basically. By all means, pig out.

[herotypical]

[ she rolls her eyes at jack's take on the situation, but then realizes...jack hadn't been here for the kin'corans. ]


I'll be honest -- [ she supplements the berries with some orange juice. ] It is true that supplies've now and then gone to the sparse side. But we had warning. Sorta. I mean, in as much as a sudden influx of refugees could ever warn someone of...

[ kin'cora. vaskoth. zombies. buffy sighs. ] Even then, it was about three times as abundant as it probably is most worlds.

[smallsurvivor]

So nobody has to eat anything really gross. right? [NO PEOPLE? Clem's highly conscious of the time she was served a dying buddy for dinner.]

[originaljackass]

[Refugees, huh? He raises an eyebrow, logs that away, and then decides he doesn't care.]

I never do and look at me, fit as can be.

[herotypical]

Depends. Do you find squirrel gross? I hear there's a girl around here who cooks squirrels.

[smallsurvivor]

Why would you cook squirrels? there's almost no meat in them.

[originaljackass]

[Jack would also like to know why the hell we're talking about roasted squirrel.]

[herotypical]

[ it's called casual conversation, horner. learn to have it. or...perhaps just have it with someone who isn't buffy summers. ]

Beats me. I suspect I wouldn't be a fan of squirrel -- never mind how much meat they have -- [ and how the little girl knows that. ]

Anyway. Maybe it's not even true. I heard it from a guy who knows a guy who lives with a girl. In gossip terms, that's practically untraceable.

[smallsurvivor]

[Because sometimes roasted squirrel comes up in conversations that happen between a half-dozen starving adults. It's so not even weird.]

It's not good to gossip. That's how a lot of lies get spread.

[originaljackass]

Yeah, Buffy. You heard the kid. Shame on you.

[herotypical]

I am what I am. I can't be changed.

[ and instead of saying anything else, the immediate area was filled with the sound of a blender rather violently blending. ]

[smallsurvivor]

[It's a startling noise that Clem wasn't entirely prepared for. She yelps and jumps, burying her face against Jack's middle. Please don't be getting your hand gnarled off now, Buffy. Please don't be getting your hand gnarled off.]

[originaljackass]

[Oof. Well, Jack hadn't been quite prepared for that. Of all the things to make her react, a blender wasn't one of them. Momentarily at a loss for what to do, he pats her on the back.]

Easy, Clem. It's just a blender.

[herotypical]

[ with a reaction like that, buffy can't help but scrabble her fingers over the blender's face in the hopes of shutting it down. she knows its buttons like she knows almost everything else in this bar, but the overwhelming desire to stop spooking the girl drives logic well outside of her brain. ]

S-sorry! [ she stammers, finally opting to just unplug the damn thing. ] I should have yelled fore. Or maybe timber. Or whatever the blender equivalent is.

[smallsurvivor]

[Of course it's just a blender! But it's a blender with sharp blades and it sounds just like the kind of accident that would leave terrible horrible things all over!!]



Is there a lot of blood?

[originaljackass]

Blood? Who said anything about blood?