App done for Boomtown

[terminatefate]

 I guess I can get by as a medic in New Dodge.  I've done my fair share of goddamn stitching and patch ups.  Looks like there's plenty of shit to explore beyond the domes as well.  [She squints a little and lights up a cigarette.]  I hate sitting tight.  Makes me fidget.  Giving me a place to stretch my legs is probably a good thing -- for your own sanity, much less mine.

Why the hell don't I have thermite in my inventory list?  Did someone tell you there wasn't going to be metal around?  Put it on there, now.  I can get by with a few cans.  It's called being prepared.

[Sarah blows smoke lazily, but her eyes are hard.]

And yes, that was a rhetorical question.  I want thermite, fucker.

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[godelsolution]

I think we've got thermite. For the mines.

[terminatefate]

I want my own stash. Just in case.

[godelsolution]

'Borrow' it from the miners? Order it from Eli?

[terminatefate]

I'll probably wind up ordering it considering my inventory list is already extensive. Something tells me that 'borrowing' it from the miners probably isn't the best way to start this trip.

[Sarah blows smoke and shakes her head.]

If I need it badly enough, I'll leave that option open.

[godelsolution]

I was hoping metal wouldn't be an issue, but apparently my player has other plans.

[terminatefate]

That's why you go in prepared. Easy enough to think metal can't follow, easy to let down your guard. [She scowls.] You're never safe, never, not even if it's been years.

[Sarah folds her arms with the cigarette hanging from her lips.]

You should know that. [If this girl knows what metal is, then it stands to reason she knows to not trust a goddamn thing and to stay sharp.]

[godelsolution]

I'm not stupid. I know that. I couldn't bring anything with me, though.

[terminatefate]

What year is it for you?

[She eyes the girl for a long while, figuring.]

And do you need anything, now?

[godelsolution]

2027.

Dunno. Like what?

[terminatefate]

Is John alive?

[Her jaw hardens. Judgment Day has come and gone by then. Her own status doesn't matter, but his? His does.]

And that depends on what you're missing. Guns I have, ammo, but if you want something else, I'm pretty sure I can make it fly. Something you miss, maybe.

[godelsolution]

He is. He was when I left. I didn't give them what they needed to get to him.

I don't know that you can get me what I miss.

[terminatefate]

Good. [And she visibly relaxes, then waves with the cigarette between her fingers.]

If it's not a person, maybe. Hell, it could be food. Oranges, maybe. Figure I might as well ask.

[godelsolution]

Well, I mean, it would be a person. But pixie sticks might be nice.

[terminatefate]

Something tells me smuggling in people isn't gonna fly. But if I could, I'd do it.

[Sarah lets out a laugh.]

I bet I can find room for pixie sticks.

[godelsolution]

No, I doubt that you would. Because they kind of need him. And I'd swat him if he showed up.

Yeah?

[terminatefate]

John? [Because she's sharp and she's right. She might have to leave John there. Maybe.]

Sure, why not? No one said I couldn't bring candy in. Importing it shouldn't be hard. Or I could just order it.

[godelsolution]

Yes. John.

That would be good. Then.

[terminatefate]

[Sarah just nods, not prying, and not disapproving, either. John can make up his own goddamn mind about his life--as long as he's careful. If he's not, she'll smack him upside his head no matter how old he is.]

I'll see about it one way or the other.

[godelsolution]

Thanks. It'll be good, I think. Having people there that know what's happened.

[terminatefate]

Believe me, I understand.

[godelsolution]

Apparently Derek might show up.

[terminatefate]

Who is he? [She shifted and took a long drag on her cigarette, her expression curious.]

[godelsolution]

John's uncle.

[terminatefate]

Kyle had a brother? [Her eyebrows arched. News to her. I can't tell if that'll be a good thing or just goddamn awkward.


Mun thinks it's awesome, but what does she know?

[godelsolution]

Probably both. He's...something.

[terminatefate]

Well, that's what makes life interesting.

[godelsolution]

I hope so.

[terminatefate]

Not that we need anything more interesting in either of our lives, at the point. [Which is totally not why she's pulling for a job in New Dodge. There's no such thing as peace and quiet without machines.]

[godelsolution]

No, my interesting just about got me killed. In both places.

[terminatefate]

I can relate to that. Both places? [Sarah frowns.] That's some shit luck.

[godelsolution]

Actually, I apparently am exempt from that!

[terminatefate]

Are you? [She looks amused.]

[godelsolution]

I *guess*. I'm not the one cutting myself shaving.

Just when I think I'm a robot.

[terminatefate]

[Wait, wait, what.]

...back the fuck up and tell me about the robot shit.

[godelsolution]

How far back?

[terminatefate]

How about the part where you thought you were metal? I mean, I've had dreams about that shit myself, but-- [She waves, frowning] That's pretty bad.

[godelsolution]

Well...before I came here, that's what was going to happen. Being replaced by metal, anyway. And sometimes they don't even know they're not human.

[terminatefate]

Shit.

[So much of her expression is what the fuck along with a good helping of anger.]

Upgrades.

[godelsolution]

Advanced infiltration.

[terminatefate]

Dogs still the best way to find them out, then?

[godelsolution]

For some.

[terminatefate]

And the others?

[godelsolution]

It doesn't work as well with the newer liquid models.

[darknessb4me]

Where are you?

[terminatefate]

boomtown - New Dodge, or will be if this goddamn app is accepted.