[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?

@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.]

@huziwara, voice

[burnalive]

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

[croi]

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

[croi]

I'll check.

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

Hey, any of you have a cigarette?

[croi]

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

[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!

[esparasido]

[ And, from somewhere in the background: ]

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

[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.

[armoured]

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

[burnalive]

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

What do you have?

[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.]

[croi]

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

[And someone sounds actually rather happy about that.]

[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?

[armoured]

It's not... Lel.

[He starts to admonish Marcos, but his irritation is cut off when the sound moves further away and he feels the situation already getting sillier.]

Hey!

[Wait for it... He's surely going to tell Lancer not to bury him, right?]

Make sure you remember where you buried him so that you can dig him up later.

[Call him Lel, will you?]

[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.]

[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.]

[maskintape]

Uhhhhhh.

[ This is some weirdass fucking samurai mafia shit, isn't it. Tim's pretty sure that Lancer is making a ^w^ face right now because of FIGHTING and MEN TESTING THEIR STRENGTH and THIS BOY HAS SPIRIT and etc etc.

Countdown until Pottymouth starts calling him sensei. ]

You didn't leave him with - with any booboos, right? 'Cause I have some bandaids I can set aside for you if you need 'em, so.

[ Teehee ]

[burnalive]

[ . . . the most interesting thing she has . . . ] I have a... cat... pillow.

A pillow.

It's shaped like a cat.

[croi]

Heh. Is that all you have? And you want alcohol for that? Look, missy, you gotta try harder than that.

[croi]

[Snorts.] Of course I did. I buried him in snow.

[^w^!] He probably doesn't need them anymore, but Clayton was looking for some.