[log] Trading Spaces [closed]

[coyoteking]

Characters: Charles, Al, Church, Zach, also Cecil
Location Somewhere around F21, the lake tunnel, then 242
Date: Day 156, midday and Day 157, evening
Summary: Brief meet-up with Al and Co while they travel in opposite directions, then meeting Cecil in the fire station
Warnings: Language for sure

[Charles doesn't like the lake tunnel. It makes him feel claustrophobic and sets his teeth on edge. Unfortunately, it's the only way into the Entrance, and that's where he's decided to go, good life decisions be damned. It's cold outside (duh) but not as cold as it has been, so he's a little less worried about frostbite while traipsing around out here. Actually, being in the tunnel helps a lot with that, cutting off the wind. So, you know, trade off.

He's starting to think 'hey maybe this isn't so bad' when he spots three shapes up ahead. Someone coming from the other end of the tunnel, and there really isn't an option to give them a wide berth. Which he isn't even sure why he wants to bother doing in the first place. It's not like he's fucking scared of these losers or something. Definitely not. He pointedly keeps trudging forward, hatchet over his right shoulder.]

Comments

[majorlazer]

Yeah! Good, someone else that knows what it is. There are way too few of us.

[This town is crawling with people that have never heard of McDonalds or Domino's. It's kinda sad, and that's coming from someone who barely ever ate that kind of food.]

Yeah, burger and fries and nuggets. If you find big mac sauce, keep me some?

[coyoteking]

[Any sense of familiarity in this place is a gift, so even if it's over something mundane like McDonald's, he'll take it.]

Yeah, will do, man. Maybe I should bottle it up and trade it for good shit. Seems like a solid investment.

[majorlazer]

Rarest and most sought after items in Norfinbury: coffee, condoms, sauce.

[Zach can't help the snort that escapes him. He hopes Al is not listening in, he probably wouldn't be very impressed with the childishness.]

The guys that were there before said there wasn't any, but they didn't really know what to look for. I'm amazed that McDonalds still exist in like, 2050, but I shouldn't be really, right? People will eat junk food until the end of times.

[Shrugging a shoulder, Zach smirks.]

Hey, I hope you get to open whatever you're looking to open over there.

[coyoteking]

I mean, the other kind of sauce, too. [People seem pretty willing to trade for liquor.]

Yeah like I said, I'll keep an eye out for you. And thanks, I don't know how optimistic I am since these goddamn doors seem bomb-proof, but we'll see. I've got some ideas. Good luck reuniting with your girlfriend.

[majorlazer]

Yeaaaaaah. I'd kill for a beer. [Not really. Hopefully Charles gets that it's hyperbole. Not everyone is like Duster, right?]

D'you have key cards or anything? It's worked for people before. But yeah, I getcha - I tried with the door in the vet's office for like, two days, and couldn't get anything out of it. It's fucking frustrating.

[Sorry for the language, Al.]

[coyoteking]

[He gets it, don't worry, Zach. He doesn't think you could kill anybody.]

I don't have a card, but this thing doesn't have a card slot anyway. I don't think that's how it opens, but there's gotta be some trick.

[majorlazer]

[Well, that's nice, but also wrong. Nevermind, Charles, you don't need to know about Zach's weird past.]

Hmm. You think it's a puzzle? In the vet office I tried to pry the door open with my crowbar but. No dice.

[coyoteking]

Yeah, I think it might be. I mean, you're not the only one to try and force one open. I don't think brute force is the trick.

[majorlazer]

Well, good luck with that, man. Hope you get one open, that would probably unlock a few through town. Might give us some more explanations for what's happening here...Imagine you unlock a passage to the town hall, or something!

[coyoteking]

Yeah, that'd be somethin'. Good luck reuniting with your girlfriend. Stay safe up there.

[majorlazer]

Thanks, man. Good luck with the mysteries.