Dec 31, 2016 15:15
Faraday officially did not understand anything about this place.
He'd managed to glean that today was New Year's Eve, which meant that after arriving in the future, and barely beginning to get accustomed to that fact, it was about to be even more the future, which seemed downright rude of time somehow. He'd decided to refill his ammunition pouch, as being able to shoot his problems always making him feel better about life and all, and upon tracking down a place he could do that, when he'd introduced himself the guy behind the counter had handed him the keys and told him the place was all his, then left.
He was reasonably sure there had been some grievous mistake made here (For one thing, he didn't know what a meditation was. Maybe he should ask Goody.), but there was a fair amount of cash in the safe he suddenly had access to, an unseemly amount of guns in inventory, and a dusty and disused apartment that was a damn sight better than sleeping on the beach in winter upstairs, so he was going to pretend he was supposed to be here until someone called him on it.
Wellspring Arms is open.
joshua faraday,
gulch