[1]"I understand." Emma doesn't seem swayed by your apology, but doesn't press anything. She smiles at you, after a beat, offering a hand to help you up, "Want to go get some dinner, somewhere? The festival in town is open again, and the Crusaders are patrolling a bit more heavily than before."
You, always game for free food, agree, heading out past the gates. You notice Emma is openly wearing her 'new' las-pistol now, right on her hip. It prompts an uncomfortable realization about her mental state; an increase in paranoia and fear. The town, while quieter than it was on the first day of the 'festival', is quite lively. Students are out in full force, taking in the night's food and drink. They huddle together in groups, tightly-knit but welcoming. The vendors themselves offer you great deals, especially Emma. A practiced, false smile curls her lips as she declines gift after gift. She lets you pick the restaurant, but, before she does, she pulls you aside to murmur something quietly.
"Hey, just remember that...sometimes killing isn't always the answer? Please?" She offers, haltingly. There's an accusation in there, you feel, but brush it off, simply nodding in return.
A bar and restaurant combination. It looks fairly clean on the outside, and there's a steady flow of traffic in and out. The front has glass windows, which speak of prosperity in a place where most people have shutters. If you remember correctly from a discussion with a friend, it has a wonderful selection of flat-grilled steaks, a good selection of beer and wine, but its a little hard to hold a conversation.
The town's main bakery, while doing a considerable business in daily bread, also provides tea, sandwiches, daily soups, and desserts to a small selection of tables scattered around a beautiful, warm brick oven. The yeasty, doughy smell of bread drifts on the wind, accented by the bitter-sweet smell of fresh tea. You notice not that many people inside. A more popular breakfast spot, you're sure.
While providing a good portion of meat for the local area, the butchery also has a number of side dishes and sandwiches, usually carved from fresh sausages and aged meats. You know for a fact that their fried food is something to be envious of, but made at least one of your friends sick before. You don't think that will be a problem for you, however, Emma might have issues after eating there.
You are Pheobe Gainer.
Local Time: 3:30pm 1/3/2010
You have an aching headache.
You are hungry.
In pocket:
A bloody mesh of grey kevlar. Over Body:
A grey, armored duster, marked with symbols. (hidden)
Torso:
A new, fitted grey shirt with long, tight sleeves. (hidden)
Lower Body:
New, Grey semi-formal pants.Hands:
A pair of leather gloves. Feet:
Woolen socks(hidden)
Feet:
A pair of fur-trimmed leather boots.
In Holster: A brand new, grey las-pistol 240/250
In coat pocket: Two 'Ballistic' Auto-Syringes, a reusable flaregun with one flare.
[1.1 credits] in local bills
Overload: Amateur.
Healing Factor: Beginner.
You are under contract with The Brotherhood of Scholars for twenty-four years. Grandmother(adopted): Mother Nicole Gainer, (Cordial),
--Contactable through Mail, Tyler Hop
--High Influence with Scholars, Crusaders, the Thornton Family
--Current lawful ruler of Steelworks 9 Region (Crusader Supported)
Organization: The Thornton Family
--Contactable through Mail, Emma
--High Influence within Steelworks 9 Region
--Allied with Nicole Gainer, you
Contact, Threat: William Thornton
--Contactable through Mail, Emma
--High influence within The Thornton Family
--Feared within Steelworks 9 Region
--Allied with Nicole Gainer, you
Contact, Military Trainer: Tyler Hop (Cordial)
Friend: Emma Thornton (?)
--Low influence within The Thornton Family
Schoolyard clique:
--6 young men and women, of intelligence (respectful, friendly)
--3 young men and women, of strength (respectful, friendly)
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