Why'd You Kill the Merchant?!

[sansseraph]

Who: ALL O' Y'ALL
Broadcast: If you want
Action: FRICK YEAH PARTY AT THE JUNKYARD...I mean, Waystation. Junkstation.
When: 10/07 - Event End

It looks more like a junk heap than a waystation, but luckily there aren't any math fetishists to add you to the pile (hopefully). Talk to the scavengers and heed their warnings...if you want. Or perhaps you'll approach a shady individual for purchasing or selling stuff.

"Welcome, stranger!"

Comments

[willynilly]

It's okay, she's really strong. And I can fight, too! We'll be careful, promise.

[Aww, look at him, worrying about her. He does care! A bit!]

[theroadwarrior]

[I'M NOT WORRIED I'M NEVER WORRIED ABOUT THE YOUNGIN'S.

... >:^C]

S'long as you're sure. This place... got a lot of scavengers. Some slavers, plenty of thieves.

Also, gonna try to swindle you at shops.

[He's basically telling you in his own way to ask around on prices, okay.]

[willynilly]

Don't worry, I'm dirt-poor back home. I'm a master at wrangling the best deals out of people!

[She may look small and impressionable, but she cannot be swayed! Unless it's for something so cute she can't go without it. Her income is a lot more disposable here.]

[theroadwarrior]

[That almost makes him smile. Almost. If only because he's literally dirt-poor back home, so he can relate to that saying way too much. He's still not exactly convinced that she actually knows how to deal with complete scumbags, but her sincerity is hard to combat. And of course, Max is secretly weak to younger kiddos who endear him to them. The bastards, they ruin him.]

Stay more north, then. You'll find more of what you're looking for.

South's more junk for ships, for travel.

[And because travel is so crucial, as it's always been, there's more theft and crime than the other sector. It's not pretty, alright.]

Keep your comm on you, in case you get lost. Message me.

[YES DAD????]

[willynilly]

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You never told me your name, though.

[nO DAD????]

[theroadwarrior]

[....................... goddammit.

He tucks his chin into his scarf, thoughtful, grumpy in his hesitance.

Begrudgingly:]

.... Max.

[willynilly]

[She's genuinely surprised for a moment - she'd expected a grunt or a dismissal, maybe even a request to call someone else, so getting a real response makes her blink. She lets it pass without a fuss, though, just smiling and giving the dog another little scritch.]

Okay. If anything happens, and I need help, I'll let you know.

[Whether he's really worried or not, she appreciates the concern.]

[theroadwarrior]

[Don't make me scrooge-grumble, child.

But he nods, giving his stamp of approval.]

Be — careful.

[It's hard to get out, because Max is terrible at telling people anything remotely nice, but hey! This is nice! Way to try your best, bud. He'll be quick to make his getaway after that.]