Second Patrol

[slightly_knurd]

[sitting on the ruined frame of Walter's couch, attempting to figure out his new communicator, fiddling with the buttons in frustration]

Trust this to somebody who can damn well figure out how to use it, where's Cheery when you need her... Hello? What? Is this on?

Dammit, I don't think it's on.

[glances down as his stomach grumbles,

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[dubia_lux]

*slouching down the street*

...?

[slightly_knurd]

[always rather hyperaware of slouchers, figuring they've got something to hide, eyes the stranger with his best copper stare, suspicious and penetrating]

[dubia_lux]

*knows that stare*

Good afternoon, officer.

[slightly_knurd]

[attempts to keep the surprise from his voice...then assumes it was probably obvious]

That's "Commander". What's good about it, then.

[buriedinsands]

If you go to the Network cafe, you can find lessons and food.

[slightly_knurd]

[reaches back into his pocket, fiddling with the communcator, accusingly at it]

I knew this was on-!

What? Who's this? What lessons?

[buriedinsands]

Zazie, Commander. Lessons as in how to use the communicator without the need of a slegdehammer.

[slightly_knurd]

Right. Zazie.

If this damned thing wasn't attached to my badge Id've smashed it long ago.

[hajikemomo]

I'm sure if you ask someone will show you how to use it. They're a little weird at first, but not that hard, really.

[slightly_knurd]

[glances up, holding the communicator] I'll ask Walter when he gets around to it. For a vampire, he knows his electronicks.

[hajikemomo]

Mm, he does seem very smart.

[slightly_knurd]

They all are. Smart, and charming, and bloody aristocratic. You can't trust vampires that after you're of use to them, they'll let you be.

[m1a1_love]

And down those very streets walks a young blonde woman, in a nice brown dress, but accented by the presence of a few grenades, two gun holsters, and a sheath for a knife.

She's smoking two cigarettes at once to compensate for the stress, and the fact that she only had the one beer yesterday, and didn't have any left for today.

She mumbles some disjointed song to herself, going "...I don't wanna holiday inna sun, I wanna go to new belsen, I wanna see some history, cuz now I got a reasonable economy..."

[slightly_knurd]

[smoking by the side of a building...glances up at the woman, eyes narrowed, particularly at the gun holsters]

Oh, gods. That'd better not be a gonne.

[m1a1_love]

She keeps walking, unconcerned, until some horrible, utterly frustrated look overcomes her face. She quickly puts both cigarettes in her right hand, then goes into a full booming yell, seemingly directed towards the very city itself.

"FUCK and PISS! LEFT MY GODDAMN TANK BACK THERE, YOU BLOODY BEEFCURTAIN CACKED OUT SHITS! STUFF THE EMPIRE BUILDING UP YOUR ASS AND SEE IF YOU DON'T FART BLOOD, EH?!"

Satiated, at least for the moment, the cigarettes go back in. The woman isn't yelling any more, but she's still a bit ticked. Mumbling things about "Dr. Who retards" and "Fucking Jet and Sub and Barney" and "That cocked off worthless kangaroo," etc, etc.

[slightly_knurd]

[watches, eyes narrowing fractionally, inhaling his cigar and yet keeping a steady eye on her, rather amused despite himself]

[sister1bear]

[Walks around the Square. She's coming back from delivering fresh fruits from the forest to people so she's carring a big empty basket. She spots Vimes. She smiles]

Hello. Checking out this place?

[slightly_knurd]

[breathing in the smoke of his cigar calmly]

For starters.

[sister1bear]

[Shifts her basket from one arm to the other.]

Find a place to stay at?

[slightly_knurd]

Found a place. Good enough for temporary situation. Your concern is touching.