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

[pain_train]

Aw, that's really sweet.

[Someone gets punched.]

These guys are like kindergarten, though. I'll be fine. You don't want to keep Renart waiting!

[poisoninmypocket]

[You're making this difficult for him, Wrath.]

It would be unconscionable to leave an ally behind in the thick of battle, Lieutenant. Even with something so simple, we did go in together.

[pain_train]

[Why you gotta make things so complicated, Monty.]

Okay. Um. Gimme a minute. Watch the door.

[Fine, he needs to go and he won't leave without her. And she's not going to leave a fight undone. Which means the gloves are coming off. She dives back into the fray and starts incapacitating people. Broken bones tend to slow anyone down.]

[poisoninmypocket]

[That hadn't been an invitation to leap into the fray and start pummeling everything in sight again, Wrath. Monty has to duck when there's a bottle thrown his way, but soon enough just about everyone save the bartender appears to be down from the fighting. Dear god is this a mess.]

Ah... you can send the bill for damages to the Atroma, sir.

[Monty has absolutely no idea if the Atroma can be sent bills, but the baleful look the man behind the bar says probably not.]

L-Lieutenant. We really ought to be going.

[pain_train]

[Wrath dusts her hands off. She's feeling quite satisfied with a job well done.]

Okay! Let's get you back to your ship.

[Personal obliviousness field: on HIGH.

She heads toward where the shuttles are docked.]

Good game, Monty. That was fun.