Old Craterface's Show (Spice 02)(Husher 02)

After the show, the audience starts to mingle, and people allow themselves some joy, however briefly. A group forms up on the makeshift stage, sitting in a half circle around Spice. They're talking to you, asking about your dance and how your learned it. Barker establishes himself as some sort of security, his lean body looming next to you with his powerful arms crossed. He seems just as enraptured as the rest of the small gathering. Clarion is combing your hair and occasionally whispering sweet things to you. You make some loose plans with Jeanette to come and see about setting up a stage area at the fort. They hold your attention a long time, basking in your beauty, and you keep occupied until dusk or so. You can feel the pain in your shoulder shooting through you like a lightning bolt as your pain killers slowly dissipate from your system.

Husher, You're starting to feel like you're on borrowed time, the lot of you, out here in the open like sitting ducks. You take down the road just a bit to squint into the fading light, you're just within shouting distance of the gate.

You (not Spice) can see Amy on her quiet little scooter zipping back toward the Gate. down the road a bit behind her is a larger group of scavengers, maybe about 20 more in addition to the 5 that were already there. They're slow, coming in on foot, and they have a small herd of donkeys with them, but the donkeys aren't loaded up with scrap. The scavengers are anonymous underneath layers of rags and blankets, only their eyes exposed to your prying eyes. Amy is zipping right up and is close already, at shouting distance, the scavengers are fairly far off still.

What do you do?

ooc: No worries. I just hadnt realized the cane was meant for Spice, thought that Craterface just threw it down outa anger.

IC

"Listen shortstuff" says Hush, not hiding his annoyance at this annoyance of a girl. His eyes practically sigh as he continues "I dont trust you, an I dont like you. Got a lil gang behind ya? Deliverin yer lil package to the woman what rebuked yer boss? MMmmm. Days had its share of stupidity on the way here with a few bitches, and this bitch right here isnt addin to my troubles."

"So now I give ya yer options I spose. Gimme the package, and you leave before I give it to Spice, or you leave with the package. Though I dont think Craterface is in the mood to here you tell 'im that you failed to deliver whatever it is. Course....you could always decide that Im bluffing" Husher gives the waif a particularly intense look while his thumb plays over the silhouette of Franny through his armored jacket.

"Yer move little girl"

Amy hesitates a moment before gunning the little scooter back up. "No job ain't worth all this bullshit." she says as she pulls the box out from its tethering and tosses it over to you. "The box is for Craterface by the way, you lead pumping cock bag." She spits into the dirt. "But give it to whoever you want, I'm getting the fuck out of here."

She spins the scooter around, kicking up black dust in the fading sunlight. She idles a moment to glance back at you and nods her head towards the approaching hoard of scavengers. "If yer smart you'll finish that delivery proper, unless you want to deal with these assholes." She buzzes out west, into the Ashen Flats, away from you, away from the scavengers, away from the whole fucking mess.

Spice, You look up just as a cloud of dust blasts from the little scooter to coat Husher. You see Amy taking off and Husher turns back, holding a small package.

The pain in your shoulder is back full force. It takes almost all of your energy just to keep from crying out. Your second wind is fading, and as you speak with your little group of fans, your consciousness starts to slip again. Your mouth is still going, but you're speaking nonsense. You're vaguely aware of the dream-babble bubbling from your lips, and you can feel your mind slipping into the darkness of unconsciousness. Within the darkness you can hear the rhythmic buzzing of the maelstrom, like a cicada in heat.

What do you do?

Husher meanders over, looking

Husher uncaringly listens to Amy's tirade with a look of boredom, and catches the package. As she turns to head off, he begins to inspect the package. Turning it over and looking at each of the sides with a suspicious grimace, he trudges over to Spice and Barker are trading words.

"Nice show Spice, nice show...Bout time to be done here though. This many people round starts to make me itch. Plus I got myself hungry as shit walkin an shootin my way here. Nota mention carryin you. Think you can walk back with me, or am I actin the mule on the way back too?"

Husher looks over at Barker, and gives him a nod, hoping he can get rid of him. "Barker. Ya can stop playing bodyguard now, Im back. You can go tell him Crater were leaving. Oh, and tell em to provide transportation next time."

Noticing Jeanette he gives her a quick greeting "Gooda see round" and nods his hat at her

I'll let Spice decide if she wants to help you out with that failed roll.

Read a sitch doesn't quite make sense there... it's not a situation, it's a box. I'll just describe it to you, but if you want to know what's in it that would be opening it. So no roll required. I also would say that not enough about the situation has changed for you to make that move, since you did make it earlier in this scene.

Jeanette watches you

The box in your hands is made of wood, about a foot wide by 8 inches tall and deep. It's plain looking, no engravings or nothin, with some brass hinges in the back and a little brass latch on the front. The latch has a tiny padlock on it, an inch tall including the loop, one of those cheap ones that luggage sometimes comes with to hold the zippers together. You could bust it open and look inside, but it will be pretty obvious it's been tampered with.

Old Craterface, just finished schmoozing with his guests, sees you with the box and is eyeing you anxiously. He nods his head towards you and springs it backwards, as if to reel you over to him.