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Post by Bozza on Apr 29, 2015 19:28:33 GMT
"We were over at the rest stop and we heard that you have lost your daughter. We could go and look for her if you want. Do you have any idea what took her or which way they might have gone?"
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Post by southpaw on Apr 29, 2015 23:22:47 GMT
(On phone)
The man snorts
"If I knew that do you think I'd be here weeding fucking tomatoes?"
He turns towards his house, shaking his head to himself. He only takes a couple paces before sighing and turning back to look you in the eye.
"We don't even know who 'they' are."
(I suck at writing dialogue soooo)
The man invites you inside. As you walk in you can hear the sounds of sobbing from the other side of a closed door. The man looks at it for a moment with a troubled expression before gesturing for you to sit.
From there he tells you all he knows:
The farm is poor and has a small yield, but it's still one of the few left that is independent and not sitting under armed guard. The family are used to the odd bit of theft from every group from hungry civilians, to bored kids, to bandits and, once or twice, to Legion. He tells you they took on a stranger calling himself Tomas as a farmhand a week ago. He rocked up to the house a mess as the man's wife took pity on him. A deal was struck that they'd feed him a couple days and help him back on his feet in return for him doing some chores.
Tomas seemed a nice enough sort, but he disappeared the night before their daughter, Claire, went missing. The only clue they've found so far was Claire's small pistol by the outhouse. They assume she must have been snatched from there.
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Post by zerojoke on May 1, 2015 2:10:38 GMT
I ask him for his Jet.
Stan can tell he has jet.
He knows things. He sees the track marks on dude's arms, the cheap cans of beans piled by the door, the burnt canisters of chronic jet use.
"Where is the jet that you have and when are you giving me all of it here is a hint it is now."
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Post by southpaw on May 1, 2015 15:22:57 GMT
He tells you he doesn't have any. But its quite obvious he's also lying.
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Post by southpaw on May 3, 2015 11:53:01 GMT
I give you the chance to beat someone up...
After a second look at all the guns and stabby things adorning the men in front of him, he relents.
"I did have some. Tomas didn't leave, I kicked him out after finding him using my stash"
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Post by Bozza on May 4, 2015 10:29:08 GMT
"Do you think Tomas took your daughter? Was anything going on between him and your Claire? Could she have left with him?"
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Post by southpaw on May 4, 2015 19:36:55 GMT
The fellow will be known as Jeff. I am an awful DM and leave names far too late.
"He must be behind it. But anything going on? He pauses a moment to think before shaking his head. "No...no there can't have been. He must have stolen her. But whether he did it to spite me for kicking him out or whether he plans to-" His eyes start to water and he swallows hard. After a moment he continues. "There's rumours about a man, one who supplies the fiends. Normally they pay him with caps or whatever they rob but he's said to have a taste for..." Jeff's voice breaks and he covers his eyes with a hand as he bites on his fist. You watch silently as his shoulders jar with quiet sobs for a few moments before he seems to compose himself. He drags a sleeve roughly across his eyes before looking back up at you.
"Please, you must find my girl. I don't know this bastards name but the rumours say he's holed himself up in one of the abandoned motels over the way. I think its called the Leadville. Please. Help us."
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Post by thefishofdoom on May 4, 2015 22:14:22 GMT
"and what can we expect to get out of it?"
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Post by southpaw on May 4, 2015 22:30:36 GMT
He looks at you in disbelief. "Look around you. What do you possibly think I could have to offer you?"
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Post by thefishofdoom on May 5, 2015 0:27:34 GMT
"drugs are worth money. we bring your daughter, we take your stash".
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Post by southpaw on May 5, 2015 14:15:08 GMT
"Fine. Done."
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Post by southpaw on May 7, 2015 11:25:13 GMT
With that then you can all totter off. You leave the farmhouse and head off with the directions to the motel in hand. You estimate it will take just over an hour's walking to reach the place, and by late morning you spot the building. It seems fairly remote. Pre-war it would have only been a cheap place for drivers to stop at night or a place for illicit encounters. A few buildings in various states of disrepair sit close by. Most are rubble by this point but the half-destroyed shells of a couple are visible a short distance up the road.
The motel itself is in relatively good shape. Even from a distance you can tell its been patched up with scrap and bricks scavenged from random places. In the road on either side the burnt out husks of cars have been dragged across to make a crude roadblock and provide some element of cover for the single guards standing near them. The motel has two floors, built into a horseshoe shape with roughly 10 doors on each level. But its hard to tell how many of the rooms are occupied and of those that are, which tenants are threats and which are just addicts out of their minds. From here you can see for certain there is one guard on each of the roadblocks, one leaning over a rail on the top floor, and three sat around a table in the courtyard. One of the latter is slumped back in his chair however and judging by the paraphernalia strewn across your table you think he's probably chasing a unicorn in his mind.
The area opposite the motel is mostly open land with a few rocks scattered about and the corpses of various wasteland critters decomposing under the sun.
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Post by thefishofdoom on May 8, 2015 12:49:36 GMT
"so, anyone good with talking?"
boniface looks at stan.
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Post by Bozza on May 11, 2015 20:36:11 GMT
OoC: what do you want to do? Do you want to go and talk to the guards or have a sneak about at night?
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Post by thefishofdoom on May 12, 2015 13:32:13 GMT
ooc: i want philo to move their cerebelli with his headbrain. also talk to them, because else we're gonna get bloody slaughtered
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