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[notascreensaver]

AndrAIa's been a little on the busy side for the past while. Between Game duty, running her shop, and raising her daughter, her life's left little opportunity for her to visit Milliways.

Nonetheless, she has a promise to keep, so here she is, with her brother-in-law at her side.

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[somekindalucky]

Follows-Chalk had not been expecting this.

He's seen some things these past few days, since leaving  the familiarity of Zion.  Yesterday evening he'd happened across a caravan.  Three people and a pack Brahmin weren't much but their stories of bustling towns and bright lights managed  to stoke the flames of his curiousity even higher than before. They'd done some trading, leaving Follows-Chalk lighter by three small gecko hides, heavier by ten more .45 caliber rounds, and considerably bemused at the handful of bottlecaps the owslandr had thrust at him. It had on the whole been a somewhat strange if educational experience and he had left the men's camp feeling reassured that he could in fact take on whatever the wastes threw at him.

But Follows-Chalk had not been expecting this.

There is a heavily tattooed young man in a loincloth currently standing very, very still in the doorway of the bar. A little assistance probably would not go amiss.           

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[wolfnoble.livejournal.com]

Darcia thanks his noble blood for the speed at which his wounds stitched themselves together. A fine tracework of healing lines are the only remaining evidence of his self-inflicted battery, though it has scarcely been a day, and he dons a mask and eye patch to conceal the worst of it anyway. No headdress today.

His eye drifts over the clientele but settles on the old coin he exchanges for a drink. It smells strong and unlike what he's used to, but then, he hadn't asked for anything in particular, and would rather immerse himself in the unfamiliar of this place.