Meet the Bolded K Crew - RPLOG

Participants

• Arris
• Bleu
• Isabelle
• Kamryn
• Richard

Date

25/3/2020

Log

The day is hot for a spring day in California, but for a spring day in Arizona, it's mild; the sun bears down on the agents as the back of the tarp-covered transport is opened to fresh air. Visible from the back of the truck is the similarly covered vehicle, from which a Promethean-jumpsuited orca lowers a ramp and allows horses to climb off its back. The agents don't recieve much time before they're greeted by a man dressed in a smart casual shirt and pants; from his robotic helmet and the metallic gloves, he's identifiable as Tim -- the Zephyr official that the agents would expect to see at the settlement. "Alright, folks, up an at 'em." With one hand, he gestures for everyone to step off the transport, fingering at something on his hip with the other. "Just as a reminder, we're giving you some time to acclimate to the area and meet some of the folks you might be seeing regularly around here in the future. If any of you haave any questions, ask 'em now, before I go off shift." Something gets muttered under his breath, difficult to hear from a distance.

Isabelle looks at the Zephyr official. "Classification: Zephyr Official Identity: Tim Purpose: Query Receiver". The small Giant Robot scan's the area for points of interest and resources.

One of the agents disembarking the truck is clad in a hood and traveling leathers. He removes the hood to reveal... another hood! A cobra hood, specifically. He flicks his tongue and looks about curiously as he slithers off of the truck. Unlike some snake-morphs, he has four limbs. All four of those limbs are arms. "All right," he says to Tim, wringing both pairs of his hands together, "What's the basic lay of the land here? Any specific people or places to look for?"

A shiny looking snow leopard steps off the truck next, made a little more shiny than usual by a small amount of sweat from the heat. Stepping out into the sunshine she wipes her brow and pulls a pair of sunglasses out of her bag to put then on, wondering how practical it would be to add a cooling bodysuit under her armour. "Greetings" she says to the Zephyr contact waiting for them, remaining polite despite having overheard his muttering. She nods in agreement with the cobra. "Yeah, any medical personnel in particular that I can liase with"

Tim seems to ignore Isabelle's scan, besides an unimpressed quirk of one of his LED display eyebrows. "Besides the setup we have right now? Dust, dirt, gravel, and sand, all directions. I hear cactus number 1513 is a lovely tourist attraction." As Tim speaks, one hand reaches for the steel on his hip, drawing it, and lifting its nozzle to his mouthpiece for a long swig. How's he drinking through that flask through the fabric? "People, on the other hand, I bet you'd want to meet up with the settlement's current leader. She might be in the saloon, but it's not well-populated right now, so her and most of her folk must have gone out to the farms north of here." Having answered what he'd consider the most relevant question so far, he then turns to Kamryn. "As for medical personnel, they're all on duty. You're free to take a shift if you want, but don't bug them." Raising his free hand, he points in the direction of a small medical tent with a red cross painted onto its green surface. Taking a look around, the settlement of New Hope has been bordered by concrete walls, currently unfinished. Zephyr construction workers are working left, right, and centre, seeking to set up multiple wood-and-brick buildings, the current purpose of which is unclear. At the centre of the town is what appears to be a pre-P-Day building, once a gas station stop, its roofed pumps now used as a horse corral. Beyond the shaded resting spot, a duster-coated figure stands, coattails riding the wind -- and hat threatening to do so as well, until their hand reaches up to secure it down.

Isabelle waits passively until Tim finishes speaking. "Input received. Processing... Mission: Repair Carbon-Based Lifeforms." Isabelle proceeds to the medical tent in a robotic fashion.

Richard snakily snarks, "1513 is overrated. The spinesss on 1438 are way better." With his hands on his 'hips' and his other set of arms crossed, he takes a look around. "No wonder they wanted volunteers. There's jack shit out here, and Jack might not be in today." He points to the two... make that one agent still alongside him and says, "I'm going to go try tracking down whoever's in charge here. I'll try and meet you at the medical tent as soon as I find them... get yourself inside, that mutation isn't made for heat like this." He silently hopes that the normal-sized Giant Robot isn't going to go Asimov on somebody, and turns back to Tim. "That isn't her over there by the gas station, is it?"

Watching the robot head for the medical tent Kamryn remarks "Well since our companion seems to have medical matters in hand for the time being, I think the saloon sounds like a good place to start. See if the boss of this place is around before we head further out". She reaches out to put her hand on one of the snake man's shoulders, pausing briefly then adding "Don't worry - I'm sturdier than I look - this isn't exactly my favourite weather but I brought plenty of water, and it's just making me a little more flexible right now. What do you say? Want to stick together, or explore on your own?". She glances over at the appropriately western-attired figure as the other agent draws attention to him, also curious about who they are.

As the agents looked like they were going off to do their own things, Tim turns away as if to handle his own business as well -- at which point, he stops on the spot and gives Richard a look that suggested he was starting to get impatient. "No. A green lizard. This tall." He gestures vaguely under his chest for a height about four feet off the ground. "If you really need to meet her, her and the other folks will be here for a lunch break, coming up soon."

Within the medical tent, shielded from the sun on all sides with the green tarp, the doctors in question seem to be idle, at best giving Isabelle a curious stare. And then suddenly, shouting, scrambling, and instructions for the robot to "get out of the way"; one of the doctors coming in from outside was leading a worker with a bad burn on is hand into the tent. Judging from his welder's mask, it's easy to piece together what accident happened.

Isabelle moves to the side and enters scan mode. "Analysis: Carbon exterior heated beyond recommended safety limit leading to charred exterior. Referred to as "Third Degree Burn". Query: Is this unit priority one in the triage queue?" Proceeds to move towards man to initiate repairs.

Richard looks mildly startled by the touch on his shoulder, giving the latex leopardess an odd look. Huh. Didn't notice that collar earlier. "You know Kar, huh? Might as well stick togethe-" Someone rushes an injured person to the medical tent right before he finishes that sentence, with a reasonable amount of ruckus accompanying them. "Actually, I'll let you make that call." With Tim at the end of his Zephyr-funded patience, Richard decides to join that mysterious stranger in their shady spot and keep an eye out for this little lizard. Keeping a decent distance from the dudette in the duster, he asks them, "You from around these parts?"

"Yeah, Kar and I have been mates for quite a while now. Clearly I still haven't met everyone he's involved with though" Kamryn says with a grin just before the burnt welder arrives. Quickly jogging over to the medical tent, she stops on seeing the number of staff just standing around waiting to treat him. Between that and being able to tell even from a distance that it was an easily treatable burn, she nodded to herself, heading back outside since she's not needed and heading over to rejoin Richard and the stranger, waiting for their response to his greeting.

The medical staff on hand are ignorant of Isabelle's astute observation, and her general presence for the most part until she occupies the space near the stretcher that the patient was being laid out on. "Hey, Jerry, can you get the isopropyl for me?" "Sure, I -- hey, can you please get out of the way?" This doctor -- of vaguely canine appearance -- is starting to look a little peeved at the robot. "If you're trying to help out, come back when we have more patients than medical staff. Right now, our 'patients' is running thin with you."

The stranger lifts her head -- at close up, Richard can tell that she was female, though with a bulkier shape than might be expected -- and eyes Richard. "I've been livin' in these parts longer than any y'all have been. And I gotta tell ya..." Her eyes squint a little tighter as her head tilts to the side. "I ain't so sure about you folk making this town less wild than it already is."

A tense, perhaps overly-dramatic pause ensues. "...but it's alright! All the folks come here for safety, anyhow. And I got a cool new custom gun made for me!" Any sense of tension drops like it's been cut to pieces as the mecha shark excitedly -- but, slowly -- pulls out her revolver, holding it by the body instead of the grip. "See, lookit this! Custom made, with all these neat lil' details all over it." Those crosshair eyes of hers are starting to sparkle with enthusiasm.

Isabelle processes the new information. "Order acknowledged. Going into "Standby Mode"." The robot walks five feet outside of the medical tent, turns to face the enterance, and stands still in "Standby Mode".

"You saw the truck I fell off of," Richard says, splitting the silence as the hand on his hip tenses, ready to draw. God, that'd be a heck of a way to go. This place has a nanite server, right? They said it did. "I'm on the dime of someone who wants the wildest thing about this place to be your world-famous cactus collection." She draws slow and easy, with a friendly show-and-tell. "Fancy..." Richard says, nodding and slowly retrieving a couple from his own collection. A semi-auto pistol with a supressor, and a compact pump-action. "I'm more of a function over form sort just to cut down on the time I spend keeping them in good condition, but you're holding a piece of art. What's your name? And now that I think of it, what's the mayor's? Big Z didn't see fit to fill me in on that."

Kamryn glances back as the robotic medic returns, assuming the burn patient had been dealt with as necessary. The stranger's tone puts her on edge for a moment, until she reveals her enthusiasm and excitedly shows the pair her custom gun. Relaxing, she examines the pistol appreciatively. "Energy weapons are more my thing" she says, tapping the rifle slung over her shoulder, "but that does look like a decent bit of kit you have there". She extends a hand in greeting after Richard speaks, adding "I'm Kamryn. Nice place you've got here, if a little... spartan... at the moment"

Arris slurs, "I ain't too big on the ones with magazines, nor the 'lazer' kinds. Not my type, truth be told." The gun is twirled before it gets pouched in leather once more, the shark's right hand extending after to take Kamryn's. "You both can call me Martina. As for the mayor... well, she don't like bein' called mayor, but her name's Gillian. You have urgent business with her or somethin'? She should be rolling in after a couple of minutes, since..." Martina checks her wrist, pulling up the sleeve around a suprrisingly intact watch. "... it's high noon now, so she should be coming anytime soon. Why don't you folk rest yourselves with a lager inside?" Unleaning from the wall, she walks over and pulls open the once-automatic glass sliding door."

Outside the medical tent, Zephyr workers come and go, but for now, it seems there aren't any immediate emergencies.

Isabelle is caught in a loop and is on standby until the counter that represents the number of patients is greater than the number of medical staff within the medical tent. The robot is stuck in "Standby Mode", staring at the opening of the tent and the people inside.

Richard gives a quick once-over of Kamryn's laser. He cringes. "Ooh. You're not gonna want to see how far I put function over form for my RASER rifle." ...Did he slur that? "Looks like modern art made out of the inside of a microwave." He holsters his pistol and shakes Martina's hand simultaneously. "Pleasure to meet you, miss. We were told she's the one to look for if we want to find something to help with. You're a close second, by the looks of it." He slides along behind her as she moves to enter the gas station, but looks back to see that the synthetic and tentacled member of the crew seems... stuck. "Uh, be right along with you. I've got someone to attend to." Shotgun hanging limply at his side, held at its balance point in the middle rather than either of the grips, he approaches the befuddled 'bot. "C'mon, we'll find something else to do. Follow me," he says, waving for her to come along back to the meeting that's due to begin.

"A drink does sound pretty good if we've got a little time" Kamryn says, following the roboshark towards the door. "So, what's this Gillian like? Friendly and charismatic sort of leader or...". She briefly glances over to Tim. "...not?"

The inside of the saloon proves homely; had it not been for the cooler doors, fluorescent lights, and the front-register-turned-bar, it might have fooled anyone who lacked knowledge of the old west into thinking that it was an actual saloon. Some construction workers -- identifiable by their hard hats and logo-emblazened jumpsuits -- have congregated around a table, playing a game of hold 'em poker. The bar isn't attended at the present, unless one counts the pigeon nesting at the edge of the bar, or the lady sitting in front of it near said bird. "Ma's a good leader. She ain't the type of person to sit on a throne and let everyone do things for her." Martina's the last one to enter the saloon, waiting for Isabelle and Richard to enter first. "Most folk around here hold 'er in strong regards. Why do you ask?"

Isabelle is stuck in "Standby Mode" as the robot is stuck in a practical infinite loop, defined by the last doctor with the break out parameter where the number of patients is greater than the number of medical staff.

Richard waits for the robot to respond. She doesn't. He frowns. Never did get a chance to go to London, but this is probably what the guards there were like. Now it's probably... some kind of corgi orgy. The less said about that thought process, the better. With a sigh, he slings the shotgun over his shoulder. "Come on. Don't make me turn you on and off again." The less said about the next thought process, the better. "Or I could just turn you on," He says, glancing down to one of her oversized breasts. Pulling out a bottle of ice-cold Power Gator sports drink, he presses it against her almost bottle-sized nipples. If this doesn't get a reaction, he's giving up.

"Oh no reason in particular" Kamryn says conversationally, "just looking to get to know people out here". She takes a seat at the bar, nodding a subtle greeting to the other patrons as she wonders where Richard and Isabelle have got to, before realising something. "You called her 'Ma' - so the mayor's your mother?" she says to the shark. Grinning, she adds "It's always good to made friends with those who have connections. So, what do you recommend here? Anything in particular, or anything you've got out here we don't have back in Fairhaven?"

Martina gives Richard an uncertain glare before walking into the saloon. "That's not how y'all Californians treat all ladyfolk around here, right?" Her voice is hushed a little and directed to Kamryn as she takes a seat, the shark stepping behind the bar to tap out two frothy pints of beer. "And, yup, the mayor's my mum. Most tend to act surprised when they learn it, dunno why though." One of the glasses is slid towards Kamryn, while the other partially disappears behind Martina's lips.

Isabelle turns to Richard and says, "Generic Greeting: Welcome End User. Query: Do you identify as PATIENT or MEDICAL STAFF? Current Mission: Remain on STANDBY until counter_PATIENT is greater than counter_MEDSTAFF.

Not the expected reaction, but A reaction. Progress! Richard didn't hear Martina's protests, so he'll deal with that later. "Oh. Logic error," Richard says, his tongue flicking as he takes that in. Let's see, he's not a doctor, so... "...I am a patient. My name is Richard." That's one... Uh... Shapeshift and hope she buys it? "I am another patient. My name is Rachel." Two. Again. "I am another patient. My name is Roger." Three. Another form. "I am another patient. My name is Susan." Again. And again and again and again. He ends up as his formerly snaky self at the end of it. "I... whew... all of us require ongoing treatment for exhaustion. Please stay with me- US as we go about our business."

Kamryn accepts the beer, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Not only the mayor's daughter but the local barkeep too - you must certainly be popular". In reference to Martina's comment, she adds "I guess it's always interesting to meet people with power, there aren't all that many about these days". She takes a swig of her drink, looking pleasantly surprised at the taste. "Now that's definitely refreshing on a day like this. How much do I owe you?". Before Martina can reply though, Kamryn's comm chirps as she receives a call. She looks at the screen to see who's calling then looks back up to the shark woman. "Oh, sorry, I'm going to have to get this - work stuff. Hopefully it won't take long". With that, she gets up and steps off to a quiet and empty corner of the saloon to attend to the call in private.

As the snep leaves, Martina raises her hand to touch the brim of her hat. "You do you, pretty lady." As she departs, the shark turns to the cat lady sitting at the end of the bar; "Need me to refill that, Rosa?"

Isabelle walks with the collective patients/Richards. "Query: What is the nature of the medical emergency PATIENT Richard? Query: What is the nature of the medical emergency PATIENT Rachel? Query: What is the nature of the medical emergency PATIENT Roger? Query: What is the nature of the medical emergency PATIENT Susan? Query: What is the..." The robot continues down the array of patients to fill in their stats and medical issues.

Richard leads the rused robot back into the bar/gas station/saloon and takes a seat right in front of Martina. Metaphorically. It's more like he coils up on top of himself. "Horribly, horribly sorry about that, ma'am," he says to the shark sheriff. "She was absolutely, stock-still locked up out there. Had to do something." He wearily unslings his shotgun and puts it on the bar, handle towards her. "Here. I was meaning to give this to you," he announces, his tone becoming a bit less tired, "Courtesy of Alice's gun shop in Fairhaven. She's got good suppliers and a great selection of six-shooters. Do you have a pen I can borrow?" Assuming she does, he scribbles out directions on a napkin, and an oddly specific instruction to call Alice a 'chubby bunny' if she doesn't open up shop. "Anyway, is Gillian here?"

Right about then a handsome fox boy wanders in through the front door. He looks like a tourist, and he's carrying three bags of tchotchkes and soveniers. "Rich, Duuuuuude. There's this guy out there that set up a table by the side of the road, selling ALL KINDS of cool trinkets. Look at this adorable chihuahua bobble head! And this "Soccer Moms From Arizona Are Easy" keychain! Isn't it just adorable!"

At the mention of guns, Martina easily fishes out a marker for Richard to write with and watches him scribble down a list of directions to follow... and, right in the middle of it, the fox boy enters, announcing the presence of useless souvenir trinkets. Her attention becomes divided thusly, and once it looked like Richard was finished, Martina is perhaps overeager to pick up the paper. "OkaythankyouforthedirectionsIgottagothey'resellingsouvenirsBYE!!" And with that, she's out. Does the vendor accept physical money instead of freecred, even?

"Oh, that Martina." The feline sitting at the end of the bar chuckles lightly, covering her mouth with the hand not holding her drink. "Gillian should be dropping by soon. If it's urgent, you could probably ride on out to meet her." After a short swig of her drink, she adjusts her seating lightly. "Did you need something, mister..?"

Isabelle walks into the saloon with the Richards leading. "All PATIENTS operating within normal parameters. Was there another emergency you wish to address?" The robot stands still and off to the side of the room to patiently await orders.

Richard literally bends over backwards at the bar (as snakes do) before twisting around and righting himself. "Huh? Oh, hi Bleu. I-" Martina practically vaults the bar in the middle of that, completely breaking his train of thought. "Well, consider the local economy stimulated. Uh..." What can the robot do that keeps her occupied and nearby? "You can... help keep this establishment sanitary? Clean some glasses? I don't know, ask someone who works here." He leans back against the bar and tastes the air for a moment before the cat addresses him. "Mr. Stanley. Call me Richard. Whatever your favorite decaf soft drink is." He slides the gun towards her. "Martina ran out before she even took this. I think I'll stay and wait so I don't miss the Mayor, myself. Would you please put this away for her somewhere, miss...?"

Bleu makes his way toward his snakey lover, showing off his aforementioned keychain and bobblehead. "I was wandering where you'd got to, Sexy. Leave it to you to find the booze, huh?" The fox's bushy tail wags a little, and he grins, then addresses whomever may be manning the bar, "Gimme a Sasparilla, please..."

Arris slurs, "Rosa." A lock of the feline's curly hair is thrown over her shoulder. "And, while we're introducing ourselves, Richard, why don't you say hi to the Zephyr folks too, Julian?" A pause follows; with one arm, she nudges the pigeon standing on the countertop, and with the other, places the gun proffered by Richard behind the bar. "No relation to Gillian, besides nationality." %r %rShe chuckles, but the bird doesn't find it funny. "I think I would prefer if you didn't try to rope me in on all these greetings." Said nationality becomes clear; Julian's voice is very strongly accented with a northern Italian tone. "I'm dead tired and don't want to do anything, having to run all the way from the farms to here. When are those Zephyr guys gonna install the permanent bubble? I'm sick with anticipation for it!" %r %rWhile the bird is fuming to himself about his lack of flight, Rosa gestures to the cooler at the back of the bar. "Help yourself, there's at least one bottle of Sarsaparilla back there. I'll keep your tab while Gillian's out.""

"Rosa." A lock of the feline's curly hair is thrown over her shoulder. "And, while we're introducing ourselves, Richard, why don't you say hi to the Zephyr folks too, Julian?" A pause follows; with one arm, she nudges the pigeon standing on the countertop, and with the other, places the gun proffered by Richard behind the bar. "No relation to Gillian, besides nationality."

She chuckles, but the bird doesn't find it funny. "I think I would prefer if you didn't try to rope me in on all these greetings." Said nationality becomes clear; Julian's voice is very strongly accented with a northern Italian tone. "I'm dead tired and don't want to do anything, having to run all the way from the farms to here. When are those Zephyr guys gonna install the permanent bubble? I'm sick with anticipation for it!"

While the bird is fuming to himself about his lack of flight, Rosa gestures to the cooler at the back of the bar. "Help yourself, there's at least one bottle of Sarsaparilla back there. I'll keep your tab while Gillian's out.""

Isabelle walks behind the bar and picks up the bottle of Sarsaparilla. "Mode: Bartender. THERE. YOU. GO. PARTNER. I. HAVEN'T. SEEN. YOU. IN. THESE. NECK. OF. THE. WOODS." The robot proceeds to grab a nearby dishrag and starts wiping down the serving area.

"Hey, I'm ordering non-alcoholic," Richard clarifies to his lover. "And I was told this is where I'm supposed to be. Bar-bot, two sasparillas, please." Returning his attention to the locals, he says, "Glad to meet both of y-" That's an accent Richard doesn't hear often. A bit of spaghetti just got injected into this western, and it's severely distracting him from Rosa the saloon girl. Even more distracting is that it's coming from a seemingly bestial pigeon. "Good grief, I hope it's soon. You're not stuck as that, are you?" He spins himself back towards the bar, bracing each of his arms on it as soon as he can reach. "I've got nanite vials on me. You can have them if you need them."

Bleu blinks at Isabelle. Okay, when did this turn into West World? Is the Gunman going to start chasing him down now? He makes his way toward Richard, and tilts his head. "Why are you avoiding liquor? You know I am because of the baby..."

"Sadly, no." Julian starts preening himself for a moment. "When I checked in with the Zephyr doctors, they diagnosed me with something called 'ultimate infection resistance', as nonsenical a name that is." The green plumage of his feathers look to threaten to boil red again. "I'm already infected, though! It makes no sense! How can I be resistant to infection if I'm already infected!?" It almost looks like steam's threatening to shoot out of his ears. Rosa has her head turned away. "Yes, yes, it's very unfortunate..." She's putting on a good show of making it seem like she's not about to burst into tears laughing, but only on her voice.

Isabelle fetches two more sasparillas and says, "THERE. YOU. GO. PARTNER. WHAT. BRINGS. YOU. HERE. MISTER." The robot robotically leans against the bar and initializes the "Small Talk" subroutine.

Richard tells Bleu, "I'd like to be in my right mind when Gillian gets here. Besides, it's been a while since I've had a good root beer." Speaking of soda, he gives a worried glance up at the robot. "...You came here with me. I think you need a software update." He puts aside his sasparilla as soon as he gets it. Julian's plight has really dampened his mood. "Jesus," he mutters. "Sir, if there is anything I can do for you, I will. Name it, and I'll do whatever I can to make it happen."

Bleu eyes the robot with suspicion, but he accepts his drink, and takes a long sip. "And who is this... Jillian, you speak of? Somebody I should know? Why *are* we here, Rich? You just called me up suddenly and suggested this random trip to Arizona, and don't get me wrong, these trinkets are great, but I'm getting kinda bored now..."

It takes a moment, but Richard's words eventually register in Julian's mind. "...honestly, all I really want right now is a glass of water." Before Richard or anyone else can fetch it for Julian, though, a new voice interjects. "No need, I can get it for you." Said voice comes from the corner of the room, where a short lizard leans against the back entrance's doorframe.

"Rosa, might I ask first though, why there's a robot-looking lass standing behind the bar?"

"Ah, she was supposed to just get two sarsaparillas." Rosa shrugs. "I guess we never told her to get out from there."

The reptile approaches the robot, resting her hands on her hips. "...well, can you do me a favor and seat yourself at the bar, please?" After waiting for Isabelle to move, the kobold turns to the two agents seated. "Sorry about that. I heard my name a couple of times while I was getting out of my trail clothes. You folks needed me for something?" She then turns to the fox. "Well, besides entertainment. I was assuming you two are hired hands by Zephyr for a job, rather than..." The reptile eyes Bleu a bit longer. "...tourism."

Isabelle turns off Bartender mode and walks to the other side of the bar and approaches a stool. The normal sized Giant Robot then tries to mount the bar stool in a robotic fashion and stays there motionless to await further orders.

Speak of the mayor and she shall appear. "Oh, that must be Gillian," Richard says to Bleu, putting one of his several spare hands across his boyfriend's shoulders. "Sorry this is turning out to be a bit of a drag. I thought I made it clear that this was going to be a /business/ trip." All the more reason not to drink, as this trip is probably the furthest he's been from Fairhaven in the last decade. "So, ma'am, I was sent here to help. Where do you need us?"

Bleu eyes the reptile in return. "Hmm. I don't work for Zephyr," he declares. Then he looks at Richard. "You didn't say it was business. You just said, and I quote, that I 'might have fun.'"

"Help?" Gillian gives Richard a quizzical stare. "...we didn't need any help for anything. Did Tim tell you that? If he told you that, then I'm not sure what gave him the idea that we'd need help here for anything.

The original briefing of just 'acclimating to the area and meeting some of the important figureheads of the area' might recur in the minds of both Isabelle and Richard.

"...I mean, if you want to help, I guess we could use a hand sorting through our crop harvest today." She chuckles lightly, picking up a glass from the bar's sink and starting to clean it. "Can't say that it'd be a good use of your undoubtedly valuable skills, though." That glass is finished before too long, and set upon the rack above the bar. "What's life like over in Fairhaven, anyhow? It never occurred to ask that to Tim, and my attempts at small talk tend to get shot down by him anyway."

Isabelle sits on the stool passively waiting further instructions.

"Neither do I," Richard solemnly responds. "I work to help people, and if Zephyr is going to send me out with carte blanche fundi-" Oh. Crap, this is just a glorified day trip. "...WELL," Richard says at length after that, looking at nothing in particular, "I guess I'm just a good Samaritan with bad memory." Maybe the episode with Isabelle, whose name he's realizing he never asked, convinced him that was what he's here for? He shrugs with two arms and offers a handshake to the shorter scaly woman with a third. "Of all the impulses to have, there are definitely worse. Richard Stanley. This is my best friend/boyfriend Bleu, and that's..." He checks his comms to figure out who the ludicrously endowed robot is. Her boobs are spilling partway over the bar, and he never thought to ask who she is. For shame! "...Isabelle. She's probably good for crops sorting. I think she's waiting for something to do." After that handshake, he starts small talking about Fairhaven. "It's getting back to pre P-day life as normal, more or less. Fire deparment and police force are both up and running again... Heck, Bleu and I went to the mall last week and except for the rampant nudism, it's almost like the old days."

Bleu sips his soda, and nods. "Wouldn't be surprised if the whole state of California is back to normal by the end of this decade," he remarks. "Zephyr, love 'em or hate 'em, are actually doing a decent job cleaning up shit."

Returning from the quiet corner, the snow leopard retakes her seat at the bar by her drink with a nod to the others and introduces herself to the new arrival. "Hi there, you must be Gillian. I'm Kamryn, here with these too as well" she says, indicating the snake and robot. "Sorry, had something I needed to attend to. What'd I miss?"

"What's a boyfriend if not the best friend?" Gillian chuckles and shakes Richard's hand, then offers to shake Kamryn's. "Yes, just cacll me Gillian." The bartender 'bold starts quirking an eyebrow at the mention of the exception to daily life. "Rampant nudism?" This one also elicits a chuckle, albeit one closer to a scoff. "Arizona's twice as hot and half as civilized as Fairhaven, I'd bet. And we actually have dress codes here. I suppose that explains your... 'friend's sparse clothing, at least." Still looking at Kamryn, Bleu, and Richard with a smirk of disbelief, she goes on to postulate; "Next you'll tell me that the most dominant religion in the states isn't worshipped anymore, in California."

Isabelle reaches the sufficient amount of time to idle and run DIAGNOSTIC mode.

"And they should be! It's their mess!" Richard says, patting Bleu on the shoulder. "But yeah, aside from all the mutation and such, it's close to being normal." Oh, Kamryn came back over. "You didn't miss too much. I've been trying to find something for Isabelle to do... Oh, and this is Julian. Not to be confused with Gillian." He pops the top off of his sasparilla and turns back towards the bartender. "Religion? That's a tough one. We've got a church there, but I don't know enough to say anything about attendance..." The hand gripping his bottle points at Gillian. "That said, the extraplanar research center has a portal to the gates of heaven. You'll get run off by angels before you get close, but even with all of the other gods trying to curry favor around Fairhaven I'd say Christianity's not going anywhere." With that done, he takes a sip of his bottle. "...I assume that's the one you meant."

Bleu's tail wags a little more. "Oh, umm... Am I violating a dress code?" he asks, totally oblivious. "Richarrrd... Cover me..." He blushes, though his red fur hides it. "I'm really sorry, I had no idea..."

Kamryn perks up at the mention of dress codes. "Ah, finally somewhere that I'm not the odd one for liking wearing clothes" she chuckles. Taking another swig of her beer, she raises the glass in greeting to Julian the pigeon, giving him a friendly smile. "Bleu!" she exclaims, finally realising who the fox is when Richard mentions the name, sparked by the discussion of religion, heaven, and hell. "I didn't recognise you like that - long time no see!"

While Richard discusses with Kamryn and Bleu, Gillian pours both herself and Julian a glass of water. One that almost gets spit out by both italians at the mention of an extraplanar portal to Heaven, but both have the sense and taste to not actually spray their mouth water in any direction. They both do, on the other hand, exchange confused, slighlty worried looks. The pigeon speaks up first. "...okay, it was funny the first time, when you said that people walked around naked for no reason, but this is pushing the joke too far." An awkward pause follows before Gillian takes her turn speaking. "You're not wearing pants underneath the bar, are you?" Rosa, on the other hand, looks like she's having the time of her life, unable to entirely restrain the laughter behind her hand. Her martini has spilled a little, onto the tiled floor.

Isabelle finishes diagnostics and enters sleep mode.

Richard says "I am. Uh, excuse my friend here, he finds clothing uncomfortable." He fishes around in his belongings for a moment before pulling out a set of shorts for Bleu to put on. "I'm being dead serious, though. Put a gun to my head and I'll still tell you that angels chased me away from Heaven - and that Hell has the same layout as Dante Alighieri's book said it does. They let you in as far as the third circle, if you're daring or stupid enough to walk through Limbo." One more sip from his sasparilla. "They even have the 'abandon all hope' sign. I swear on my life. It's not all that hard to believe with the other supernaturals running about, is it?"

Bleu's face is flushed and he looks away awkwardly. "No pants," he replies, then eyes the shorts that Richard apparently brought. "This doesn't have a hole for my tail..." So he tries to put the pair on backwards, in order to use the fly as a tailhole. "You've, ah... Never seen a nude fox before?"

Kamryn nods in agreement, draining her glass. "I've not been there myself, but I've definitely heard the stories from people that have" she says before chuckling a little at the embarrassed Bleu. "I'm guessing that's where the Satyric forms originated from too". She turns back to the bar, remembering something she heard earlier. "Somebody mentioned something about setting up a permanent bubble before - I've got a few contacts at Zephyr HQ, I can see if anyone knows anything about it if you like"

"Wait a sec, hang on, what are you referring to by 'OTHER' supernaturals?" Gillian has spoke up again, asking Richard after taking a moment to massage her forehead.

Before anyone can elaborate further, the ping of comm units sounds out four times, with Tim's voice following shortly after. "Hello agents, we got a situation out here. One of your fellows is stuck on the transport and can't budge out of the exit, can you come out and lend us a hand, here?"

Rosa glances over at the multiple shiny screens. "You know, I think that everyone here could stand to have a phone. I miss having social media, quite honestly."

Gillian shrugs after. "Well, you heard what Tim has to say. I think it'd be best for you guys to get on it sooner rather than later, eh?"

Isabelle is still in sleep mode.

"No, that's the nanite-formed kind, you can-" Richard fusses over dressing up Bleu. "Nevermind, leave it on for now." Gillian's question comes right at the end of getting Bleu decent again. "The world ended. Higher powers take notice of that sort of thing. The Greco-Roman pantheon, a few Norse gods, some native American ones... it's a mess." he deadpans. "Granted, it's not like they run around out in the open. I've only ever heard of someone seeing a god in person - and that was Dionysus. Bleu, show them your wine trick before we go." He begins to uncoil his substantial length in preparation for departure. "And someone, please wake Isabelle up."

Kamryn looks at the immobile robot next to her at the bar, frowning a little. "She being particularly stubborn and rigidly sticking to her form's programming?" she asks Richard, tapping at her comm unit to see if she can link it to Isabelle's robotic systems to reactivate her. "Come on girl..." she mutters as she works, mainly to herself. "I don't like forcibly reprogramming people, but if I can re-establish your free will... besides, we could use your strength to free up whoever's stuck out there..."

Bleu oh, ohs! "Yeah, I worship Dionysus," he declares, then makes a Roman wine decanter appear out of thin air and proceeds to take a long swig from it. "I'm a satyr..."