Kay enters in a baggy sweatshirt that still shouldn't be that baggy.

Her hand strays to her stomach and she isn't looking anyone in the eye.

Kay wanders in, wearing an oversized hoodie and carrying her bag.

She doesn't look happy.

There's the sound of hoof beats on the asphalt, slowly approaching.

Moments later, Daniel enters the Wasteland, taking off his jacket and hat. He tosses both on a table before sitting down himself, glancing out the window. There are a few band-aids running up the length of his jaw, and his eyes are red rimmed and tired looking.

Jenny's not been to the Wasteland in a while. She's been... around. Mostly at the museum, hanging out with the dinosaur bones.

But she's here now.

clomp, clomp, clomp

Theodore follows in on the wake of boss Rydell, turns to the right of the door and keeps his back to the wall, watching folks with a friendly-like smile on his face. See, real friendly. But really fucking cautious too.

The door swings open, and Jason tips his head inside before coming all the way through the door.

The noise, the smell, the feel of the place.

He smiles.

Kay walks into the Wasteland casually, thick army jacket covering her body. Underneath, she's in her work clothes for the shelter, a tank top and jeans, easy to move in, easy to lift in.

Casually, she sits down at a table and tries to look like she's waiting for service.

At the Exchange:

It's a bit dizzying, being around so many people at once again. He hasn't been to the Wasteland at night yet. Daniel can't even imagine it.

He left his horse back at 'home' for now, not wanting to bring her here until he'd scouted it out. But he brought a list, and a backpack full if things to trade.

The list:
Cold weather ( Read more... )

It's not that she's uncertain exactly about coming by, she's heard it's safe and she's heard that the drinks are good, but still there's a certain wariness when she opens the Wasteland's door.

She glances around for anyone who looks friendly.