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arboreal_priestess) wrote2019-05-30 12:39 pm
arboreal_priestess) wrote2019-05-30 12:39 pm
From the Causeway to Washington DC, Thursday Afternoon
This was not the first time on Fandom that Verity had been glad her apartment could double as an armory, but it might have been the most acute. This week had been ridiculous, from fighting off a radroach invasion in their kitchen to the heart attack that had been discovering that the colony of Aeslin mice had been replaced by a colony of Aeslin mole-rats.
Nightmare fuel was walking into a room of giant mole-rats and hearing them talk to you, in case anybody needed a shot of that real quick. (Nobody needed a shot of that. Nobody.)
They also ate a lot more than Aeslin mice normally did and even though they supplemented their diet by eating pretty much any other creature they could find, the food levels in the Kincaid-Price household had gone from 'dangerously low' to 'practically non-existant' over night.
Which was why Liam and Verity had decided to strap on pretty much every single weapon they owned and head into the Wasteland to scavenge the remains of D.C. Supposedly, that was where the best remaining supplies were located.
Supposedly, that was where the most dangerous predators in the Wasteland were located, too. And most of them walked on two legs.
That was a problem they'd deal with when they got to it.
"All right," Verity said, securing another rusty container of bobby pins and her spare screwdriver. "We ready to head out?"
[Open to anyone who wants to join Liam and Verity on a scavenging expedition. Be prepared to self-NPC!]
Nightmare fuel was walking into a room of giant mole-rats and hearing them talk to you, in case anybody needed a shot of that real quick. (Nobody needed a shot of that. Nobody.)
They also ate a lot more than Aeslin mice normally did and even though they supplemented their diet by eating pretty much any other creature they could find, the food levels in the Kincaid-Price household had gone from 'dangerously low' to 'practically non-existant' over night.
Which was why Liam and Verity had decided to strap on pretty much every single weapon they owned and head into the Wasteland to scavenge the remains of D.C. Supposedly, that was where the best remaining supplies were located.
Supposedly, that was where the most dangerous predators in the Wasteland were located, too. And most of them walked on two legs.
That was a problem they'd deal with when they got to it.
"All right," Verity said, securing another rusty container of bobby pins and her spare screwdriver. "We ready to head out?"
[Open to anyone who wants to join Liam and Verity on a scavenging expedition. Be prepared to self-NPC!]
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