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the_last_resort2015-02-17 09:49 pm
truth_is_the_enemy) wrote in the_last_resort2015-02-17 09:49 pm
Entry tags:
Recruiting
Who: Una and Niles
What: Una travelling to other universes, recruiting guests
When: Outside the space-time of the game universe (but nowish)
Where: The Dakota Reaches, North America, 2047
Notes & Warnings: Will add if any come up
Coming from New York, Defiance had seemed a small town, precariously perched on the edge of civilization. But compared the Dakota Reaches, Defiance had been the bloody cultural capital of the Americas and Niles rather desperately wished he could be back there. Or practically anywhere but here, really. The one bar in town (if it could even deserved the word "town") was more a shack, listing unnervingly to one side, ill-lit, wooden walls creaking as the winds swept over the Dakota plains.
Niles sat at the bar nursing a truly terrible whiskey, avoiding returning to the barracks and the drab rooms with empty walls and an uncomfortable bed. As far as punishments went, exile to this place was a very effective one. Two weeks here and Niles was wondering why E-Rep bothered to keep an outpost here. There were few resources, no trade...he couldn't imagine any reason someone would willingly want to come to the Dakota Reaches. There was nothing but raiders and bad weather.
What: Una travelling to other universes, recruiting guests
When: Outside the space-time of the game universe (but nowish)
Where: The Dakota Reaches, North America, 2047
Notes & Warnings: Will add if any come up
Coming from New York, Defiance had seemed a small town, precariously perched on the edge of civilization. But compared the Dakota Reaches, Defiance had been the bloody cultural capital of the Americas and Niles rather desperately wished he could be back there. Or practically anywhere but here, really. The one bar in town (if it could even deserved the word "town") was more a shack, listing unnervingly to one side, ill-lit, wooden walls creaking as the winds swept over the Dakota plains.
Niles sat at the bar nursing a truly terrible whiskey, avoiding returning to the barracks and the drab rooms with empty walls and an uncomfortable bed. As far as punishments went, exile to this place was a very effective one. Two weeks here and Niles was wondering why E-Rep bothered to keep an outpost here. There were few resources, no trade...he couldn't imagine any reason someone would willingly want to come to the Dakota Reaches. There was nothing but raiders and bad weather.
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"I'm hardly omniscient. You'd better give me directions." She stood and offered her hand. "I look forward to bringing you to Blackstaff."
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He rose and clasped his gloved hand in hers, giving a firm and businesslike handshake as he rattled off directions to his quarters. It wasn't a very large outpost so the directions were fairly simple and didn't take long to run through.
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Easy enough. (She noted the gloves, that he hadn't removed them; perhaps a quirk or affectation—or something more ominous. Not that now was them time to ask.) She nodded. "All right. See you in twenty-four hours, Pottinger."
All in all, she thought, this had been a very successful trip.