[network] @ASolomons; text, morning of 374 [open]

[devoutish]

As we move into the newly discovered area, please be aware that my associates and I are nearby and have many useful items available for trade and in some cases available for free. Many things will be of interest to doctors and explorers especially. Contact privately for more information and to arrange a meet up. Thank you.

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[devoutish]

We're all medics here. You've told me before that you're not a real doctor. But thread I can give you.

[And as for the pens, he sends over a picture of an impressive array: there are seven of them, in a few colors (red, green, black). One is even a fountain pen.]

What have you got that you're willing to trade away?

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[sleight_of_fate]

I've got professional training, just not a degree. But. It's alright. Don't worry about the thread.

[He's not going to show his feelings are hurt. Just because he's not a doctor, doesn't mean he hasn't saved lives, fixed people. Been up to his elbows in someone else's blood. He just came about it a different way.

It's probably just as well. Alfie might very well be talking about painkillers and Rhys can't be trusted with those anyway.]

I wouldn't need the fountain pen. But I've got condoms. A few cigarettes. A couple of steel barbecue skewers. A couple cups worth of instant coffee.

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[devoutish]

I will give you some of the thread. There are more specialized things that I would not give you.

I'll trade you two pens for the skewers. Four if you include the cigarettes.

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[sleight_of_fate]

[Rhys likes Alfie, and isn't expecting a favor for the tea he shared before, but ouch.]

The skewers are big. Long enough to get a good grip for stabbing.

One skewer and three cigarettes for three pens?

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[devoutish]

How many cigarettes have you got in total?

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[sleight_of_fate]

I've got five right now.

[He likes you, Alfie, but first rule of negotiating is never admit to having more than you're willing to lose.]

I could also part with a couple more tea bags.

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[devoutish]

One skewer and two teabags for two black pens. Three teabags and one of those pens can be a coloured one.

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[sleight_of_fate]

I can do that. I'll take the two black pens.

Are you anywhere near Res 3 right now?

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[devoutish]

We're coming up on the bunker, as I said. We'll be meeting people there.

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[sleight_of_fate]

Right, sorry. I haven't been sleeping all that well.

I'll be back to the bunker in a day or two, then. I'll catch up with you then, since this will all keep.

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[devoutish]

Very good. You send a message when you're here.

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[sleight_of_fate]

Sure thing. Stay warm in the meantime. And not dead.

[This seems like an important thing to mention.

And Rhys will in fact catch up with Alfie on the morning of 376, when he returns to the bunker.]