[GP/EP] You're not clear of story out here

[st_arkcrowblack]

Even before she knew for certain that it was the first of a month, Snow’s body had started bracing for it. She was wary and tense, preparing to cope with yet more people in the space of the hotel. It seemed that no sooner had she adjusted to whoever had showed up the last time, there was someone new again.

She didn’t want anything to do with the lot of it. That was what those busy women on the welcome committee were for. She didn’t think the committee was a stupid thing, not at all. Focusing on settling new people in kept the lot of them busy and away from her, and that was where she wanted them. They terrified her.

Snow White had only come into the main building to forage for food. The original plan was of course to turn right back around and escape before the expected rush (small or large) of new people to flood in.

But that was of course not what happened. When a universe was a pocket, it had less to focus on and fewer people to fuck with, and so Snow was entirely certain it was fucking with her when she was the one in the lobby when a new face came through the door.

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Re: MacCready - OTA

[st_ockandbarrel]

"I don't have much black powder on me. Most of it's back in my workshop." Percy was a bit touched, if he was honest. Stacked next to the bullets MacCready had, his looked uneven, less than the perfection he demanded of himself. Something to work on. But MacCready seemed genuinely pleased.

"Far as I know, there's only one other person back home who ever knew how to make these." And she was extremely dead, and probably in torment.

Re: MacCready - OTA

[st_rontium]

"I've never had to make 'em from scratch before. Ammo's...it's not exactly scarce, but most of the factories blew up when the bombs dropped and so either you're looking for caches somewhere or trading with someone who has some whether they're makin' it themselves in small batches with stuff they managed to salvage from that wreckage or picked it up elsewhere." He didn't know how any of that worked. He'd never had to do it. He could probably build a gun just fine. Bullets were another thing entirely.

"I may not have been lucky in a lot of ways, but shit I always managed to find ammo when I needed it." Or when he didn't. Or...basically constantly. He was amazed he hadn't found any here yet. Maybe this counted.

He put his gun back together and gave Percy a little playful look. "Wanna go fire some weapons?"

Re: MacCready - OTA

[st_ockandbarrel]

Percy did not, as a rule, fire his guns outside of combat.

But with a chance to maybe try some of MacCready's weapons? "Oh, yes. If we swing by my room, I'll get Bad News."

Re: MacCready - OTA

[st_rontium]

"'Course, should probably swing by mine too so I can get changed quick too." He didn't suggest they just meet somewhere. Seemed for the best that they both should know where the other one was staying. That was what you did with friends, right?

Re: MacCready - OTA

[st_ockandbarrel]

Percy nodded and quickly polished off his food, then gathered up his coffee. No one seemed to mind if you walked off with a mug, so long as it came back at some point. "After you," he said with a gesture.

Re: MacCready - OTA

[st_rontium]

The problem with this place wasn't that it was too big. It was that it was too open. He couldn't help but feel a little exposed every time he left a building. All that disappeared as soon as he opened the door and crossed the threshold into his room, everything about him visibly relaxing as soon as he set foot under the uneven ceiling.

He had said he'd wanted to change and had no shame at all starting to do so the minute he walked in the door making mental note of which weapons he was going to share with Percy so he could get a feel for 'em. The guy was obviously a better gunsmith than him, which was fine. MacCready was glad to have someone like that around.