[ic] Mistletoe threads

[aerospacecowboy]

Both continuations and new ones.

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[deschainofka]

[[Continued from here]]

My homeland...

Well, I've been travelling long enough that it's no one place I'd call home, if you kennit - only Gilead, and Gilead's long gone.

My world moved on a long time ago. It's broken down, like the machines of the Old People. 'Tis... a little hard to describe.

[aerospacecowboy]

Moved on? How d'you mean?

[deschainofka]

...Hard to explain.

When I was a boy - before I earned my guns, and for a few years after - it was a very different world to how it was when I left. Even then, things were soft and... strange, I suppose. Lost hulks of the machines of the Old People. Muties - though then, threaded stock was common enough, too.

Now, though... there are no more gunslingers, besides me. The Baronies are mostly, if not all, gone. Muties outnumber threaded stock again. Time is softer than ever.

Everything is breaking down.

[aerospacecowboy]

Muties? Threaded stock?

[namedforthedog]

I don't suppose you're going to be flying in the snow, are you, Mr. Scoresby.

[aerospacecowboy]

You kidding? Got more experience flying in the snow than when it's dry, Dr. Jones.

[namedforthedog]

I haven't seen your balloon up at all, I'm still curious to take a ride.

[aerospacecowboy]

You know, I think now sounds like a great time to be off the ground.

[takeme2urpants]

Really. How very unfortunate, though I am unsurprised that you are one of the elite.

[aerospacecowboy]

[laughs aloud] Never considered myself any kind of elite.

[takeme2urpants]

Oh, no? You do not stress the importance of an open mind?

[aerospacecowboy]

Open mind, sure. But I'm just a simple aeronaut. Don't think there's much about me that's elite.