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You Keep Coming Up
Who: Drift, Ratchet, Pharma. Anyone else hanging around the clinic?
What: The reunion no one wanted.
Where: Red Alert's clinic
When: A day or two after Pharma's meeting with Tarn.
Warnings: Lots of bitchiness and angry and yelling.
Well. A nice little chat with Tarn was all very good and all (not really), but there was still a small manner of the fact that Pharma had no shelter, nothing to sustain himself, and still absolutely no idea what was going on. He's been making do finding small alcoves of rubble to recharge under, but he needed some place to settle down, if only temporarily.
He doesn't realize he's hit some semblance of a building until he's practically right in front of the entrance of it. He blinks, pressing one hand against it and just staring for a moment. This seems like good shelter, but... it was also probably inhabited already. After all, this place was hardly completely abandoned.
"I'm unarmed." It's the first thing he can think of saying in the off-chance that there's someone here as he steps through the entrance. After a moment, he shrugs and mutters to himself, "Although if you're the sort that shoots first and asks questions later, that doesn't really do much good, does it?"
What: The reunion no one wanted.
Where: Red Alert's clinic
When: A day or two after Pharma's meeting with Tarn.
Warnings: Lots of bitchiness and angry and yelling.
Well. A nice little chat with Tarn was all very good and all (not really), but there was still a small manner of the fact that Pharma had no shelter, nothing to sustain himself, and still absolutely no idea what was going on. He's been making do finding small alcoves of rubble to recharge under, but he needed some place to settle down, if only temporarily.
He doesn't realize he's hit some semblance of a building until he's practically right in front of the entrance of it. He blinks, pressing one hand against it and just staring for a moment. This seems like good shelter, but... it was also probably inhabited already. After all, this place was hardly completely abandoned.
"I'm unarmed." It's the first thing he can think of saying in the off-chance that there's someone here as he steps through the entrance. After a moment, he shrugs and mutters to himself, "Although if you're the sort that shoots first and asks questions later, that doesn't really do much good, does it?"
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