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[m1a1_love]

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Private/I don't wear the shoulderpads in public :[

[pitfallen]

Like hell I should! They've got one of my friends down there! I wanna help! Lemme drive or something, at least; it can't be that hard, right?

Private/How often do you wash that damn outfit

[m1a1_love]

You can't drive. You told me so last night. You can't fire a gun either, and you can't sneak proper. You're a total greenhorn. So what the hell would you do?

Private/A more relevant question'd be how often do I have to replace it 'cuz of bites and tears?

[pitfallen]

Well, so I haven't actually DRIVEN driven before, but I've been behind the wheel of an (automatic) automobile before. Wasn't even on purpose, either. Uh... Also, I can carry ammunition or supplies or something! Lessee, what else....

Well, alright, so I'm not that GREAT at sneaking, but I am good at getting the hell away, and I'm used to carrying other folks with me while doin' it! Who needs a getaway car when you got me?!

............. C'mon, I can't just sit around and do nothing!

Private/So do you use the shoulderpads to carry snacks or are they just there

[m1a1_love]

Someone's got ADD and its cousin ADHD, don't they.

Sure you can. You just don't want to.

Pffth. Fine. Grab some shit to make the building more like a home. We don't have to pay rent, it's ours, no one can fucking argue with it. Grab some more supplies and stock up so we have plenty of ammo to slaughter some fuckwits later.

Fucking every one of those religious cockholes is gonna be at the one place, and you want to get in the middle of it when you fight best with a baseball bat. Yeah, that isn't retarded.

Private/Rocket launchers actually. It's just too expensive to reload. :B

[pitfallen]

Damnit. Fine. But for the record, I fight best with my fists than a bat.

............. So you think I oughta..... I dunno, get a fridge or something? You need anything?

[ooc: LOL TL;DR~ It's painfully clear that without Excel's two companions in this city, her failure lacks the proper balance of even greater failure. In all honesty, she's much more competent than she acts, it's just that she's WAY out of her element, and she's not responding well to such a change in the amount of attention being paid to her. I think she's not sure whether to enjoy the attention or hide at the bottom of the sewer. Bless her little hummingbird heart if she's not trying, though.

Also, might be worth knowing for future raids jobs outgoings, but Excel's actually pulled quite a few demolition jobs, blowing up buildings, which were uninhabited and unused, scheduled to be blown up anyway. Still, it was skillfully done until she and her associates accidentally wound up locked on the roof of one such building. Whether it was the fall, the explosion, or both

Private/Well we're going to have to knock over more stores then won't we

[m1a1_love]

Fridge, yes. We're gonna turn this piece of shit into something respectable. And not pay a fucking dime for it! Get anything that makes it feel less like it was a place that got pissed on and flipped off.

[ooc: But until Tank knows any of that ICly, she'll keep calling Excel the greenhorn. :D]

Private/For the City's own good, of course.

[pitfallen]

You know, I bet I could find a way to hook up the electricity and water to this place so we can leech offa one of the other buildings. That way we never have a to pay for utilities, either.

It shouldn't take too long to clean this place up. It should be done by the time you get back.

[ooc: D'awwww, and it'll make her skin crawl. She hates being a subordinate, 'cept for Lord Il Palazzo. It comes from having picked on "her" subordinates so much. Truth be told, I think they're all supposed to be the same rank, but she always takes charge. They're like the female Three Stooges, and Excel is Larry.]

Private

[m1a1_love]

Probably. See to that.

Wonderful. And it seems Captain Tightass is offering you a chance to fight, so if you're going to go kill yourself, seems I can't stop you.

Private

[pitfallen]

Eh, just consider me backup or something. The more I look at this place the less I wanna sleep in it in this condition. And I kinda already committed myself to cleaning up now, anyway. Just buzz me if you need a getaway or something. I dunno if I'll try to bring a car or nothin', but if all else fails I could drag you out myself.

Private

[m1a1_love]

I've fallen out of the sky and had my right arm blown off and came out fine, I don't think you need to worry about dragging me out of anywhere.

But, aw, ain't it cute for you to start worrying already. Guess someone's been checking out my ass while I've been walking around.

[ooc: fucking around with people's heads = Tank Girl's M.O.]

Private

[pitfallen]

Well, I've never had my arm blown off, but I've been in similar situations before. Minefields, what a cheap way to fight...

.............. Huh? Wait, what?

[Ooc: Excel once punched the fuck out of her comrade (the non-anemic one) for trying to molest her while they were all drunk. I'm not sure if she actually caught the insinuation, but she read enough into it to shudder internally in creeped-out-ness]

Private

[m1a1_love]

Jesus, even a greenhorn in subtext. Anyway, do a good job and I'll bring us all back a gigantic fucking cake and a huge fucking platter of chinese food.

Private

[pitfallen]

.............. Hmph. Alright, I guess that's fair enough. Since this damn thing started it's been hard to nail down a good solid meal.

Private

[m1a1_love]

You look like you don't eat regularly even normally.

Private

[pitfallen]

Eh, it comes from an uneven diet of bargain-price food and a minimalistic diet in the interest of conserving financial resources.

Private

[m1a1_love]

Well now that someone's finally showing you the ropes, guess you won't have to worry about that, now will you?

Find some tea, too.

[ooc: in exchange for showing her how to properly get illicit funds, Tank's pretty much gonna make Excel do all the chores.]