Part 1: A dusty small town in the middle of nowhere

[Dracos]

"See this?" He pointed with his wrench.  "It's the water filter.  Without it.  No clean water.  Everyone gets sick if they drink the natural stuff here.  Partially irradiated and all.  Anyhow, the filters going bad.  now, i can fix it.  But I need parts from the city.  It's got maybe another fifty hundred days in it 'fore it goes bad."

Dracos

[RyderHakubi]

Ryder's posture and appearance went right to hell as the old coot talked...  "People... get sick... if they drink the water?"

And with that, Ryder began to lace in a series of profanities that would make the coot proud... but will not be reprinted here for the sake of youngins.

[Dracos]

The old man blinked, watching the odd show. "Well, least ya can swear."

Dracos

[RyderHakubi]

Ryder slowly wound down his profanity-laced rant and got back to business... well, as close as a business look as he can get when he found out that he may or may have not killed himself with his first actions on the planet.

Anyway, Ryder looked at the old man and said, "People get sick off of drinking the water... fuck, that's exactly what I did when I woke up too..."

[Dracos]

"eh, a bit won't hurt yah.  Just give ya a bit of a stomach ache." The man shrugged. "it's drinking it for a while that'll do the real damage."

Dracos

[Halbarad]

"Thanks again, sir,"Clyde said, accepting the two bags. He quickly takes a look inside the second sack before getting up off the bed.

[Dracos]

Clyde:

He finds within it, a week's worth of food, some small change, and a wood lion, masterfully carved.

Dracos

[RyderHakubi]

Ryder's look, if one could hear words from a look (and only the Babelfish could do that), would have been saying "..."

Since we do not have the ability to understand body language fully, the old coot had to wait for Ryder to mention, "Oh... alright..." before that thread could be wrapped up.

"Back to business... you say you need parts?"

[Dracos]

"Yup.  Filter parts.  Culd get 'em easy at the city, but not here.  The city folk don't like der here either.  Hard to get 'em."

Dracos

[Halbarad]

Clyde shoulders the sack. "Any advice? I've never been here before, so I have no idea where to go or what to do."

[RyderHakubi]

Ryder sighed... Always getting into trouble... Why?  For some greater good that in some small corner of him he gets sick at?  Oh well, ignore that part of Ryder, that's just the crazed loon that destroyed Pluto without a sweat...

"You said you've got about 4 or 5 months left on these parts?"

[Dracos]

Clyde:

"Hmm...  Yeah, i guessed you weren't from around these parts.  Check at the inn, the gecko's tongue.  This boy, Jan?  He was in your position a while back and should be able to help you if he's in town.  If not, well, here."

He went to a set of boxes and shuffled through.  "A small map.  Covers the local spots."

He handed it to Clyde.

Dracos

[Dracos]

Ryder:

"Yea, at best.  It's gonna be rough."

Dracos

[RyderHakubi]

"How far is this city?"

[Dracos]

Ryder:

"It's to the north.  About a week's journey." The engineering scratches his scraggily face.

Dracos