Adventure 2.0 - Heli 3. Will Rat survive a nasty new world?

[Anastasia]

"Glowrods and small generators," she shakes her head. "One of the few things we have is a single water/energy producer. It's small, but it's enough for lights."

[Carthrat]

"Where do you get food from?" asks Carthrat again. Maybe they fish!

In the sewers!

[Anastasia]

"Whatever we can dig up, along with the dwidling rations we have," she shakes her head, as you head into the camp proper. Leading to you a rather large tent, she pulls open the flap and heads inside.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat heads in after the woman. "How long have you been done here, now?" he asks, flatly.

[Anastasia]

"A few months now,"s he murmurs, as you head inside. Layed out here amid some metallic junk and a few machines are several futons. Each lies a person in various physical injury, a splinted arm, a shattered leg, a coughing fool, and so on.

[Carthrat]

"How much longer d'ya think you can hold?" continues Carthrat, leaning against the wall and letting Rachel do her thing.

[Anastasia]

As Rachel goes to the first one, holding their hands and talking softly but warmly, "I don't know," she admits. "We're living day by day as it stands."

[Carthrat]

Carthrat remains silent, musing to himself.

This supply run is a bust. I need to catch up with Tir and work out what to do next.

Geez, though. I've gotta do something about these people, too. They're obviously not going to help themselves...

[Anastasia]

Kneeling by injured man, Rachel murmurs softly. Baby blue light seeps from her hands that lay on the broken leg and covers it in it's light. A soft gasp comes from the injured man, as well as from your guide.

"What manner of technology is that," she asks, half to herself. "I've not seen anything like it."

[Carthrat]

"Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies," replies Carthrat, edgily. "Suffice to say that Rachel is very good at what she does."

[Anastasia]

Words pass between the victim and Rachel, thanks and confusion. "It must be highly advanced to heal that quickly..." she murmurs in awe.

[Carthrat]

"That it is," replies Carthrat, who has of course as much idea of what exactly Rachel does as the next man.

[Anastasia]

She nods, watching as Rachel goes to the next man. It seems to be the flu, the magic going to the chest and lungs this time. "It's like a panacea," she muses softly.

[Carthrat]

"And one that can't be used too frequently," interjects Carthrat. "It's very draining on the user."

[Anastasia]

As if to your words, Rachel stumbles slightl on rising, seemingly woozy. "Mmmm..." she murmurs, as she struggles to right herself.