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[findthegeck]

[OOM: Because he makes people 'croak'. Get it?
Yeah, it wasn't all that funny.]It's definitely feeling like time to leave of Redding. Sure, the work and the money have been good, but once you've wiped out a gang of outlaws lead by someone with other relatives in the outlaw business out there, you start to think you're close to wearing out your

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Ellen knows the feeling! Ellen is also happy that the Bar gave up on that leather outfit from the other day and gave her back her armor instead, so she's clanking as she heads over towards the tribal girl's table. Ignore the icon, she's got her helmet off (it smells in there). "Sativa," she says with a wave. "How's it going?"

[findthegeck]

Sativa returns the wave with her least bandaged arm, thinking it would be going a lot better with one of those between her skin and a gang of killers.

"Okay. It'll be better once the food arrives," she tells her, adding. "I ordered a lot of meat." She wants to offer Ellen a seat, but she's honestly not sure how well it would support that armor.

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"Sounds good," Ellen says. Dogmeat looks up hopefully. "You be quiet. I already fed you today."

Aw. Pouty dog, or at least as pouty as dogs get.

"Deputy job's keeping you busy, huh?"

[findthegeck]

Hang in there, Dogmeat. Maybe one or two will 'fall' off the plate.

"As busy as it can get, I reckon. Mainly it's been the matter of dealing with a pack of outlaws and killers taking up residence, lead by one 'Frog' Morton," she manages to say with a straight face.