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[themanclion]

Gene has had an eventful few days. He now knows what the inside of the Milliways cells looks like and he's seen a post-apocalyptic wasteland filled with mutants. And killed some of them.

The former of these two things accounts for the clearly pissed off expression on his face; the latter for the apparant stiffness and visible bruise on the side of

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[weplayparts]

News about current occupants of the cells gets around. Or the woman who may be listening to said news just so happens to have above-average hearing.

Nevertheless, she doesn't know the extent of it until she's greeted with the scent of alcohol and the sight of a fairly nasty bruise.

Saffron whistles low through slightly pursed lips, making herself comfortable on an overstuffed couch.

"That looks like it hurts."

[themanclion]

He shrugs, hiding a wince. His arm is aching a bit from some radioactive gob that burnt a hole through his clothes and hit the skin.

'S'alright.'

He's looking at her calmly, trying to assess what today's mood might bring.

[weplayparts]

Today, mostly spent at the inlet, brings about a healthy sunkissed glow and a correspondingly relaxed demeanor.

She orders herself a glass of coconut milk from a passing waitrat.

"Have you had it looked at yet?"

[themanclion]

'Wha' for? S'only a bruise.'

Gene doesn't do doctors. And especially not here, seeing as the one he's met has proved himself to be a right twat.

[raptorcanaria]

"I should see the other guy, right?"

Dinah looks only a little worried about that bruise. She's seen worse, and he can take it, she's sure.

[themanclion]

She is completely right.

'Nothin' left of 'im t'see except a lot of stinkin' goop on the floor.'

He looks entirely pleased about this.

'How are ya, luv?'

[raptorcanaria]

"Tired," is the answer, and she collapses in a nearby armchair with a smiale that says it's a good tired. "It's too hot for fighting back home."

[themanclion]

'Summer?'

Lucky bint.

'Who's on th' receivin' end this time?'

[qtr_winnebago]

Brock (who is now cleaned up and looking quite a bit better than he was this morning/however this is millitimed) recognises Gene from the mutant fight and takes a seat nearby.

He helps himself to some of Gene's booze, but offers his cigarettes to make up for it.

Share and share alike, right?

"Hey," he says simply.

[themanclion]

Considering the offer of a fag, he's not going to complain. Especially as they fought mutants together (Gene's big on teamwork).

'Alrigh', mate?'

He takes a cigarette and lights it, holding out his Zippo to the other guy if he wants it.

[qtr_winnebago]

Brock takes the offer of the light. He could get to like Gene quite well, he decides. Even if he hadn't been there to fight the mutants with him.

"Yep," he says.

"They do that kinda thing very often? Go out to... wherever that was and beat the crap out of things?"

[themanclion]

'Dunno.'

Yeah, he thinks Brock could be alright as well. Depending on how intelligent he turns out to be behind those freakishly large muscles.

'A fair bit, I think. Firs' time I've done it but then, I 'aven't been coming here all tha' long, relatively.'

And because they're never been formally introduced, he sticks a hand out.

'Gene Hunt.'