Daniel is there at the Wasteland!

Oddly enough, he smells like garlic.

He is not however, carrying holy water or a cross.

Beth is idly watching traffic from her seat near the Wasteland, swinging her legs. There's a lot of people. Beth is people watching!

She may or may not be wearing short shorts. Ok, she is. She really, really is.

Beth! Walking through an exchange, looking for someone. She's a little self conscious, aware suddenly that wolves can probably smell her. How had she not known that! Damn Mike and his TMI.

Tossing her hair out of her face, she squares her shoulders and strides in, short shorts and a zip up hoodie. Hell, if the other girls can do this, so can

[oowl: The story of 8 whores and a madam.]

Something just about everybody tries to find time to do is go to the exchanges every so often. See what's been found, and who's willing to trade for what.

Rebecca has a battered bag slung over her shoulder, and is poking through a box of highly miscellaneous objects.

Judging by her expression, she's not finding much of use.

[OOWL: Two weeks ago, in which Beth meets Tequila! And other things.]

[OOWL: Wherein, about six weeks ago, Salah and Beth meet and neither quite understands what's going on.]

Beth has a Day Off. Two per week, to keep up with pre-apocalypse labor laws.

She is in jeans! And a tank top! And in no way looks like a hooker!

Grinning, she tosses her hair over her shoulder and settles down at a table to people watch.

Opening the door, Beth looks around tentatively.  She doesn't come here often enough to quite be confident ( Read more... )