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[bass_line_blues]

Normally, Preston doesn't hang around outside for long periods of time. It's not the most survivalist tack.

But it's a nice day - probably one of the last, now that fall's approaching - and there don't seem to be any zombies outside. So he's leaning back against a wall, idly kicking an empty beer can around.

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[meet_the_thorn]

"Hey, Preston," Jenny says carefully, their last meeting still fresh in her mind.

She spent three minutes loitering a block away after she spotted him, trying to decide whether or not to say hi.

But he's Preston.

[gwarrrgh]

Edward is starving. Absolutely starving. He is beginning to see dancing people in front of his eyes, dancing people who are wearing clothes with sequins, singing, "Aren't I a nice bit of tasty meat, c'mon Ed, I can't be beat, eat eat, eaaaat!!"

He goes cross eyed and dizzy, as he shuffles down the middle of the street. He smells something kind of fleshy, and is heading in the direction the smell is coming from. "Gweghg."

[bass_line_blues]

Preston glances up.

(He's not surprised - he's been able to smell her for the past ten minutes, after all - but it's nice to give her the option to approach him.)

Amiably, with no sign of hesitation or discomfort: "Hey, Thorn. What's up?"

[meet_the_thorn]

"Not much," she says, shrugging and smiling hopefully, just a tiny bit. "Heading to the Wasteland. I haven't been in a few days. You?"