3: Discovery

[youaremama]

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Ow! What was that for?

[A pause as Delia collects herself.]

Is this some kind of armory?

[ooc: Delia stumbled upon the band room Tess was messing with the inventory's old guns in, with mun permission.]

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[youaremama]

[pacing back and forth while waiting, occasionally casting an uncomfortable glance at the bits of metal and lead scattered about, Delia, surprisingly, made no attempt to clean up or organize the weapons in disarray. Eventually, she went to open the door and stand in the doorway, gently shutting the door behind her and leaning against it; she didn't like being around all those weapons.]

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[leatherrr]

I take it you work with the cafeteria or the soup kitchen? Or maybe the clinic.

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[youaremama]

The soup kitchen! Have you stopped by yet?

There are plenty of people far more competent than I am in the clinic, so I stay out of their way.

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[leatherrr]

Can't say I have. I've got enough food to get by, anyway, so.

[And it's probably time to leave. He wasn't kidding about the amount of daylight left. Vaults off the box he's been sitting on, dusting himself off.] Anyway, I should let you get back to whatever you were doing; I need to be heading back, myself.

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[youaremama]

Alright! Be careful.