A Hazy Shade of Winter

[Rezantis]

Rolling his eyes in mock disgust, Rez knocks on the car window.

[Dracos]

"Rez, gimme five, hell, go get a table with Gin.  We're within walking distance, just go get a table and start eating.  I'll spring for it when I get there.  Order me a burrito.  No sour cream."

Dracos

[Rezantis]

Rez nods, rolls his eyes, and wanders off towards the restaurant, Ginrai in tow.

[Brian]

"A burrito?" Ginrai seems scandalized.  "Drac, this is Tex-Mex!  You can get a ... uh ... Gorditolupadillacho platter, or something, and you're just going to get a burrito?  I think me and the Pipe need to discuss your priorities."  He hesitates, and realizes that his own priorities involve getting him some of that spicy Tex-Mex, and therefore wanders off before you can retort.  Thankfully, he leaves the pipe in the car.

Once you reach the land of IRC, you are assaulted (nearly litterally) by CyMage.  Specifically, he wants to know where the hell you've been the last four days, as SR players too lazy to actually message you directly have been whining about your abandonment of the forum.

Also, yeah, he thinks he knows a guy in California who knows where to get decent weapons, and sure, he'll e-mail the info to you once he gets an address.

[Dracos]

IRC:

Dracos> Yeah, knew I forgot something.  Anyhow, I'm dead officially.  My house has been blown sky high.  And I'm currently living out an anime.  I'm going to fling ya up as administrator for a bit until I get through whatever this shit is.  Explain to the gamers and all.  Thanks for the save.  Don't worry, gonna take more than some fucknuts blowing up my house to take me out.

I log off irc.  Log on sr and set him up as a temp admin.  Log offline, put the stuff away, lock the stuff away, and head down to the tex-mex for my burrito.

Dracos

[Brian]

You mod Cy, and vanish.  He probably hates you now.

You get into the resturaunt, and see Ginrai eating some glowing, festive, practically nuclear combination of 'Tex-Mex' that probably weren't meant to be.  He looks a bit dissapointed, really.  Your plain burrito, in contrast, tastes bland, and uninspired, but without the heavy grease, or cultural bastardization of the other dishes.  Rez quietly munches on his standard quesadilla, and, hey, soda's the same no matter where you go.

Mostly.

You get handed your bill after eating, and Ginrai admits that Tex-Mex is not really that great, but hey, after seeing how happy the people were in the commercial, the assumption HAD to be made.

[Dracos]

"Gin, shaddup."

Dracos pays and then heads over to the hunting store, tossing rez the keys to warm up the car and get ready to move.

Dracos

[Brian]

The hunting goods store is the same chain as the last one.  Seems to have most of the same inventory, too.

[Rezantis]

Rez promptly turns the car on, muttering imprecations, and goes to dig around for his bow, nocking an arrow to it - and replacing the tazer currently in his 'other' hand with the nocked bow.

[Dracos]

Dracos picks up a couple quivers worth of what are recommended as good steel-tipped penetrating arrows, pays for them, and heads out to the car.

"Drive on."

Dracos

[Brian]

Well, not many arrows are advertised as 'penetrating' in conjunction with 'steel', but you do find what you're looking for.  And man, those things look vicious.

Rez:  It disappears with a "whoosh!" when you do so, though the arrow falls to the ground.  Hmm.  You've still got the bow, but the 'other' hand doesn't seem to want to hold more than one thing at a time.

[Rezantis]

Rez drives on!

o/' "Revvin' up your engine, listen to her howlin' roar . . ." o/'
o/' "Metal under tension, beggin' you to touch and go . . ." o/'

[Brian]

A potential stumbling block arises about 15 miles outside of Winslow.  You come across a billboard advertising: "Meteor Crater!  5 Miles! Take 233 exit at the RV park!"

[Dracos]

Dracos checks the maps and sees if they can easily enough get around it through that route.

Dracos

[Rezantis]

"Oooh!  A meteor crater!  Can we see?  Can we see?  Can we see?"