Val's Diner


#1

[This is an IC thread for introducing your characters and potentially doing a little bit of pre-game RP]

Why hello there sugar. I’m Val, the proprietor of this establishment. Why don’t you put down your heavy bags and tell me a little about y’all? I’ll serve you up somethin warm to take the chill off.


#2

[[ so… when would this be set in relation to the game? It may affect if I can participate or not XD ]]


#3

Good Point! - Might start another thread, but my character was in town 2 months ago, only a fleeting visit but keen to do some RP with potential characters that would have been in town on that fateful night.


#4

Good Point! - Might start another thread, but my character was in town 2 months ago, only a fleeting visit but keen to do some RP with potential characters that would have been in town on that fateful night.[/quote]

[Anytime prior to the start of the game. Most people will have passed through here some time]


#5

My name isn’t important, nor will I be here long.

For now, I need a drink. Then a doctor. Preferably in that order.

Actually… I should be on my way now…


#6

Maybelle Mountain here, you want to trade for it, I’ve got it.


#7

My name’s Flora. I ain’t gonna be here long either.

Where do out-of-towners usually stay, while they’re here? I… don’t really know my way around.


#8

You know who I am Val… I’m Beryl. The Blacksmith. I eat here almost twice a week to escape my own cooking.


#9

Rogers surveys the seen, bodies of Raiders stacked up away from the main buildings ready to be burnt, or left as the case may be…
He looks over at the Main street straight in to the eyes of the new Mayor, in all the confusion Rogers can’t even remember the poor guys name…
“So Mayor, what first then?
Clean up the Dead,
Save the town from the encroaching mechanised infantry,
or Humanity from crazy AI viruses?”


#10

"You forgot at least five other threats on that list of yours Ted."
Sigh.
“Let’s start with the bodies.”


#11

“Uh, I have to do the Candyman burial ritual for my brother. So um, if someone can’t help me get him back to Playland, I need someone to help carry him outside somewhere. Then leave. Then, um, there’ll be some smoke happening, and possibly a slightly weird smell…”


#12

Hawk catches this walking past the bar and turns back.

“I’m sorry to hear about your brother. For some of us family is all we have in this world. Losing it is heavy burden to bear. I have some business I must attend to first, but if you are still around when I return I would escort you and the body safely back to your playland.”


#13

Leaning heavily against the outside of the medical centre, hand resting lighting against her gun, a blood covered and bandaged Fox watches the scene outside. Her focus moves back inside for a moment, and lingers on the comatose form of Sosa. Grunting she straightens with obvious effort and bellows
"Sergent Fallon! anyone seen Sergent Fallon! Pink hair, rather smug look on her face, want to speak to her."

Then with a conflicted look adds, “and Hawk, guy with a sword, I need to speak to him too.”