[network] @lancer, day 29, voice; I feel like I'm flooding this jfc [open]

[croi]

[Time: ambiguously noonish.]

You know...for such a barren town there's a lot of people around here. [Yes, guess who's at the other convenience store. He has a special relationship with them, apparently. Meanwhile, people intensify behind him culminating in vague background noise.]

Any of you need something?

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@TW; voice

[maskintape]

Wouldn't say no to cigarettes if you find any. Somebody partying it up with you's gotta have some, right?

[croi]

I'll check.

[Loudly, to people who're in his physical area.]

Hey, any of you have a cigarette?

[rattlingthestars]

[ Loudly, from somewhere to Lancer's left: ]

Who's thinking about smoking at a time like this?

[esparasido]

[ Loudly, from somewhere behind Lancer: ]

Check between your asscrack, someone mighta slipped one there!

[maskintape]

[ Wow. ]

Wow.

My bad, I thought you were - I thought it was a party, not a babysitting session you have going there. You, uh. Might want to put the pottymouth in time out.

[croi]

I could try but he'd just punch me again.

[And someone sounds actually rather happy about that.]

[maskintape]

...a kid punched you. Seriously.

[ He's not sure if that's horrifying or impressive. Maybe both? It's not like Lancer seems too fussed about it. ]

Should I be telling you to congratulate him from me, or to give him a wedgie?

[croi]

He wanted to fight. We fought. [This makes total sense. Someone is in a very good mood.] He did well considering...you know. [Granted, he ended up buried in snow very quickly, but you know, A for effort, C-/D+ for strategy, B- for strength, it's workable and a passing grade.]

@LELRIC; audio

[armoured]

[Al feels a sudden heady rush of excitement. His has been the largest travelling group for weeks now, but it finally sounds like people have converged. He hardly dares to hope that they might be at the convenience store or that his prodding may have elicited some results.]

You found a lot of people? Where are you? Who else is there?

[Excuse the barrage of questions given in a high-pitched and enthusiastic voice.]

[croi]

We're at one of the stores. As for who...I haven't been keeping track.

[esparasido]

[ And, from somewhere in the background: ]

At least remember the name of someone you buried ass-deep in snow, you diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick!

[armoured]

W-What? He buried you in the snow? Why?!

[esparasido]

Huh? Who's that? Who're you talkin' to—

[ There's some rustling on Marcos's end... ]

—Yo, is that Lel? Yooooo Lel!

[ answer the question, Marcos... ]

[croi]

[Like he's going to get a chance! Rustling intensifies, in that what Al can hear is the sound of Lancer walking away from Marcos.] Hold on, I think he wants his ass buried in snow again.

[This might be the sound of Useful Information vanishing like snow during the thaw.]

@huziwara, voice

[burnalive]

What, are you offering things? Isn't that considerate of you? [ probably not meant to be sarcastic. maybe. ]

[croi]

Maybe I just want people to owe me favors. [...maybe?]

[burnalive]

[ . . . well-- ] At least you're honest about it.

What do you have?

[croi]

Over the network? [...there's an implication there.] Not much. Unless you have something specific in mind, in which case there may be something.

[burnalive]

[ SHRUG. ] I'm guessing that alcohol and cigarettes are the most in-demand items, right? Anyone willing to trade?

[croi]

[Oh shit! Someone's shooting big.]

Maybe. No cigarettes but a few people have alcohol. But, I must say, if you're asking for that...what do you have?

[Because you gotta have a lot to get his bottle of whiskey.]

@quark | voice

[averytinyparticle]

I'm running out of food and water.

[Most of the houses he's been passing haven't had anything edible, and he's wound up mostly with an assortment of shampoos. One of them smells enticingly like candy, and he's getting more and more tempted.]

I've been rationing it as best as my Grandpa taught me, but it's not going to last me very much longer.

[The hunger practically seeps into his voice.]

Is there any where you are? [He doesn't want to take food from anybody else, but...] I could trade something, too!

[croi]

...you know where you are, kid?

[Because if they're going to deliver food figuring out location is a good way to start.]

[averytinyparticle]

Yeah. Sorta. I've been going Northwest. I just came in sight of the school, so I'm a bit below it. I was going to stop moving westward and focus on going North from now on.

[He pauses, an edge of uncertainly squeaking into his voice.]

Am I still really, really far away? Do you know if there's a good place for me to stop nearby that I could check for supplies?

[croi]

Head north. Avoid the school.

[Suddenly, someone sounds fairly serious.] We ran into problems there, but there was two of us. What house are you in? [Take a picture, use words, whatever.]

[averytinyparticle]

O-oh! Okay!

[Quark is startled by the sudden seriousness in Lancer's voice, but he's definitely going to take it to heart. The school's out of bounds! He's not really afraid of the danger, but he doesn't want to take his chances, either.]

Um...

[There's a sound of movement as Quark shifts to take a look around the room.]

It's full of glass and weird beads and stuff...

[He takes a picture of one of the doorways, which features a curtain of the aforementioned beads, followed by a picture of some of the broken glass on the floor.]

Did that help? This place doesn't have doors because of all the beads.