Log Eighteen

[desig_survivor]

[Heavy NPC content ahoy!  The writing is sort of shaky, uneven, and smudged - he is writing with his left hand, which he doesn't usually do.  If you think that your charrie, or an NPC they work with who may have talked about it, had reason to be at the griffin stables, or who may have seen Rosa carrying him to Wellspring, you're welcome to comment

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[2fighters1isd]

Your arm going to be OK, Lead?

[desig_survivor]

I'll be fine soon enough. But I'm to keep away from the stables for a while and I really can't work much when I can barely use an arm. Maybe I should head out into the Wilderness.

It's a desert in a binary system. Two suns.

[2fighters1isd]

That sounds... horrifically familiar for some reason.

[desig_survivor]

You're telling me.

It'll be cooler at sundown. Probably cold, actually, and Maverick mentioned huge reptillian creatures.

Do you want to come with me?

[2fighters1isd]

Sure. I'm always game for possible hideous death.

[desig_survivor]

All right. Do you have a gun yet, Four?

There's supposed to be a settlement out there.

[2fighters1isd]

Yep.

...wait, a settlement?

[desig_survivor]

Some kind of a city, and craft were spotted lifting away out of it. I wouldn't lead you out into a howling waste if there was nothing on the other end.

[2fighters1isd]

Even if there wasn't, I'd still follow you. You know this and you'd probably take advantage of it.

[desig_survivor]

You're going to make me cry, Four.

All right. There are some items I think you should pick up before meeting me [...]

[OOC: I was thinking of just a series of vignette-style short bits, really, rather than a continuous log.]

[2fighters1isd]

Good. I can at least squeeze some remorse out of you.

Will do, boss.

[[OOC: Sounds good to me!]]