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[he_shrugged]

[The radio cuts in, static nearly drowning out an almost harsh voice] Damn- [The radio turns off and on again, the sound of footsteps crunching down the path soon joined by a thick Irish lilt.]

A right mess you have here, and I’ve seen my share of messes. Got yerself a long way to go to beat the top but- [there’s a pause and Atlas’s voice raises]

Comments

[voice]

[thetruemonster]

That depends on what sort of help you're looking for.

[voice]

[he_shrugged]

They say knowledge is power, I think I'd start with a bit 'a information. Like what right bastard's holed us up in this place.

[voice]

[thetruemonster]

That's a popular question, but I'm not sure you'll get any satisfactory answers just yet.

If it helps, we're apparently in a place called Canada. Some people here seem to be familiar with it.

[voice]

[he_shrugged]

Canada? Well, that's somethin'. Never seen any place in Canada or the US quite like this.

Name's Atlas, 'newcomer' as the walls tell me.

[voice]

[thetruemonster]

Most of the people you'll speak to using this thing are fellow newcomers, if not all.

I'm Teresa.

[voice]

[he_shrugged]

So I heard. Not the brightest bunch, lettin' the big group of discontents flock together. Makes ya wonder if there really is a man behind the curtain.

A pleasure Teresa. How long have they cooped you up?

[voice]

[thetruemonster]

Three weeks. Most people have been here for longer.

And it might be a little less stupid than you think. If anything, having the newcomers working together only makes the natives more suspicious.

[voice]

[he_shrugged]

Natives? So people lived in this city before. [he sighs.] That's a bastard of a situation on all counts. Most folk don't take kindly to unexplainable change.

[voice]

[thetruemonster]

Fear of change is a powerful thing.

Was information all you wanted?

[voice]

[he_shrugged]

Powerful and dangerous, ta all of us.

[a pause, then with a bit of humor.] Could use a good strong drink, if ya know a place that takes kindly to poor, lost newcomers with empty pockets.

[voice]

[thetruemonster]

[ohoho, a man with a funny bone. there's some amusement clear in her voice.] Hmm... I might know a place.

[voice]

[he_shrugged]

[his friendly irish brogue is still amused.] I'd be much obliged to ya for that information- a bit 'o company wouldn't be bad either. Perhaps you'll take some pity on a poor sot?

[voice]

[thetruemonster]

Oh, I think I could manage that. Have you wandered far from the baseball diamond?

[voice]

[he_shrugged]

Managed to make it to the apartments right next door. Care to meet at the front?

[voice]

[thetruemonster]

All right. I'll try not to keep you waiting.

[ooc: Log/action thread/imply? :>]

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[he_shrugged]

I can make a log, if that's ok? :>