Salvage Hunting - Electronic Boogaloo Edition - RPLOG

Participants

• Cameron
• Fenris
• Firecracker
• Otto
• Phosphorus

Date

2/3/2018

Log

Who could have foreseen that it would be raining when the group was to gather? Someone competent most likely, however this can not exactly be said about the people pushing to have their pet project finished as soon as possible, and one of them was indeed, a rather familiar hound standing where the highway ended, and the vast expanse of empty land stretched before them all. Sitting in the driver's seat of a jeep with his legs hanging loosely out the side, Otto was merrily tending to his favorite time killing activity, fiddling with his laptop, safe from the light drizzle coming down on any unfortunate soul that happened to be walking around outside without some sort of protection. He awaits the willing scavengers eagerly, with a slightly annoyed expression on his face, and his comm unit on mute. Seems something had happened, but that was an entire story of its own...

Fenris does not seem to be particularly bothered by the rain as it drips from the wide brim of his white cowboy hat. The burly tanuki trots amiably along the road to where the Jeep waits. "Someone said there was adventure to be had?" he asks as he draws level with the idling vehicle, adjusting the heavy, leather gun belt around his waist. There does not seem to be any gun in it, but it has several interesting pouches, and his sword and spear hang from the harness across his back.

Cameron had been curious about all this talk about power armour, having come up with several of her own in the past, plus she had been a huge nerd and looking like a space marine was a dream come true for one. So she had gathered up several of her things and set out to join the gather, her tail refusing to settle down at the prospect of fresh salvage. She lands with a soft sound, white feathered wings giving one last little flap before they vanish into her back. With the leesser signal she figured they were soon to wake out of it and wings wouldn't work anyway. Seeing the two large guys already present she gave them both a small wave. "Hello! I am here to help." Her hand adjusting her pack strap idly.

Firecracker arrives shortly after the others, appropriately singing out, "I'm singin' in the rain! Just singin' in the rain! What a glorious feelin'! I'm happy again!" In she flies from above on her tiny pink pegawings, landing atop the jeep to look towards the others before shaking herself off like a dog, swinging her wings around in little arcs as water is sprayed all over. "Hiya peoples! Someone say something about adventure? I love adventure! I'm Firecracker! What're your names?!"

Out of bubble work was Phosphorus' specialty, her home element, almost. She arrives, moderately armored - vest, trousers, jacket, gloves, boots, helmet. She has a fair complement of weaponry, too, with a handgun tucked into a holster on the front of her vest, and a large revolver in a thigh holster, and the ever-present rifle hanging off to the side, in its straps. She has a large rucksack, probably containing a fair bit of survival gear, ammunition, and emergency rations. The panda is seemly unaffected by the rain, rivulets dancing down her otherwise waterproofed gear. She wipes off a bit of water from the front of her helmet's face shield, already motioning to open the door of the jeep. "Lets get in, get out, aye?"

"Hi Fen." Otto greets once he spots the tanuki, in a dapper cowboy hat no less. "Sure, I guess you could call it that." he answers once more souls seem to swoop right in, on a pair of white angelic wings, no less! "Cammie, over here! Get in, get in! Damn this weather!" Otto waves for her to climb into the jeep as well. "Is anyone else coming?" he asks himself out loud, only to have his answer served immediately. Ah, there it was, that familiar cheery tone announcing... yep. "Hi Fire." Otto snickers and reaches out the front door to pluck the pony up by the tail and set her down within the vehicle, away from the frigid cascade. "That makes three! With Fire so tiny though, that leaves a seat empty." he hooks a thumb to the one remaining spot left in the jeep. "I did ask for three at most, but if someone else shows up, we'll take them! So, I'll be your d... oh!" the canine pauses and blinks as he spots another figure approaching. Ah, there she was! How could Phosphorus miss out on something outside the bubble? Well, she couldn't by the looks of things. "Officer Phosphorus, so glad you could join us." Otto winks, then waves her over to hop into the jeep as well.

"So! I will be your driver for the day, folks. We'll be heading out to explore a small town some ways away from here, there's a lot of shops and even a warehouse there. Reports suggest that there aren't many ferals in the area, though there have been sightings of wandering bandits and looters." the canine taps his forehead "Where there are looters, there's bound to be loot. My point though, I won't be coming with you, I'll just guard the jeep since if I lose this thing, it's gonna cost me an arm and a leg." the canine cringes softly and sighs "Anyway, I hope you know your electronics, cause that's mostly what we're after, yeah?"

He turns the ignition key, and revs the engine a few times. "Should be quiet, especially given the shitty weather, but keep an eye out and a weapon within reach, just in case." the canine warns, then tries to turn the AC on, but the blasted thing was busted. Go figure, right? Huffing to himself, he adjusts the mirrors, or what was left of them, and waits for everyone to get in so that they can head off.

Fenris hauls himself into a seat, leaning a thick arm and his round face out the window. "Adventure!" he calls out jovially!

Cameron gave the large hound a little smile as she moved around the vehicle. "Hello Otto, always good to see you well." Thankfully the cat was wearing her usual hoodie, with the hood thrown up to keep her hair and ears nice and dry. The cat trying to get into the passanger seat if she could as she climbed into the jeep as well. "Sounds fair enough, would hate to have to walk back in this weather." Her hands setting her pack on the floor and lowering her hood to let her ears stretch and flick about freely. "Am all set."

Firecracker makes no objection to being plucked up by the tail and placed wherever she's put! Though she does then hop up onto the dashboard right above the steering wheel to get a better view of where they're going. "Hiya, Fenny! Hiya, Cammie! Hiya, Phossy! Hiya, Toey!" she greets each member of the group with a rapid waving of a foreleg before addressing Otto once again. "If we're goin' out to loot stuff, doesn't that mean we're the looters?" she asks with a tilt of her head.

Phosphorus wordlessly slips the pack off her shoulders as she fits herself in the jeep, wedging it behind the chair in front of her and unzipping one of the front pockets, withdrawing a small plastic box. She pulls the pistol out of her vest, hitting the release button to eject the magazine, and pulling on the slide to clear the chamber, pushing the spare round back into the magazine, beginning to disassemble the weapon and clean it. "Yes. We are scavenging. Necessary evil." The panda replies curtly to Firecracker, running a small brush down the barrel of the firearm.

With all four party members in the truck the hound closes the driver side door and steps on the gas, accelerating onward, to adventure! The familiar grounds disappear entirely behind the group as they navigate through the barren wasteland, though Otto does pull out his laptop with one arm and hand it to Cameron. "Cammie, play some funky beats for us, eh?" he flashes her a smile, unable to operate the damn thing while driving, and knowing the cat was familiar with computers. Well, so he recalled from when last they met, at least... "So! Before we arrive, do you folks have any questions?" the hound asks, thankful that they were at least somewhat comfortable in the jeep.

"You can always call it treasure hunting if that makes you happier," Fenris says amiably, holding his hat on with one hand as the wind whips his fur around. "What exactly are we looking for?" he asks Otto, finally leaning back inside the jeep, water dripping from his hat as the jeep gets up to speed, "And who exactly are we doing all this for?"

Cameron gave a small nod as she let the mouse cursor move around the laptop desk before finding the music player and loading up one of the hounds playlists. The cat definitely giving the list a quick browse over first though before picking one. "Yeah, is always a good idea to know what exactly the employer is wanting us to find, otherwise we might not get what they want or enough of what they desired." The cat making sure to keep the laptop in her lap as she turned to look at the others.

"Oh! Treasure hunting! Yaaay!" Firecracker cheers at the idea. "Who has the treasure map? Did anyone bring shovels? How about eyepatches? We can't have a piratey treasure hunt without eye patches! Or a peg leg!" Once the music comes on, the little pegapone quickly shifts attention to the song instead. "Oh! I know this one!" she chirps happily, singing along with the music and dancing on the dashboard, wigglin her booty all over the place as she struts about to the beat. "Come touch me like I'm an ordinaaaary maaan, have a look in my eeeyes! Underneath my skin there is a violence, it's got a gun in its haaands!"

"Oh! Treasure hunting! Yaaay!" Firecracker cheers at the idea. "Who has the treasure map? Did anyone bring shovels? How about eyepatches? We can't have a piratey treasure hunt without eye patches! Or a peg leg!" Once the music comes on, the little pegapone quickly shifts attention to the song instead. "Oh! I know this one!" she chirps happily, singing along with the music and dancing on the dashboard, wigglin her booty all over the place as she hops about to the beat. "Carry on my wayward soOOoon! There'll be peace when you are doOOoone! Lay your weary head to reeEEeest! Don'tchu cry no mooooore!"

Phosphorus rolls her eyes once the music starts, instead narrowing her eyes and focusing on the ritual of weapon maintence. She carefully oils the moving parts, testing the spring, then fitting the slide back on, and racking it a few times to make sure everything is fitting together well. The panda slips the magazine in, pulls the slide once more, chambering a round, then sticking the firearm back into her chest holster. She sticks the cleaning kit back into her backpack, securely putting it back in place, and zips up the compartment once more.

"Motherboards. Well, generally any kind of high quality circuit boards, really." the hound shrugs "We'll spellunk the town and see what we find. Looters generally don't go for electronics so much as they do for provisions like food, water, medical supplies, ammo, weapons... but that's not what we are after. Also, strange that you folks don't already know this. Bah, my klutz of a partner must have not been specific enough..." the hound huffs dismissively and starts to jam out to the beat of the music. "Nice choice, Cam!" he smiles at her. The distant shapes of buildings were coming into view. The area was reminiscent of a suburb, granted it was long since abandoned, many of the structures ruined and on the verge of collapsing, the roads unmaintained, cracked and overgrown, the houses long since looted, decrepit and emptied out entirely, much the same for the shops and stores, shattered windows and fallen doors hinting for the past presence of desperate souls looking for a way to survive. "Really reminds ya how fucked up things used to be, huh?" Otto notes with a touch of gloom as he lowers the speed and warns everyone, "Keep your eyes peeled for any potential targets, or dangers..."

Fenris plays his best air guitar in the back seat, since it seems that Firecracker has taken vocals. "BOW nownow NAOW! BOW naow naow NAOW! Ga digga dadigga da!" he sings along with the tinny computer speakers. Despite his wild gesticulations, he stays clear of Phosphorus and her delicate, potentially dangerous work. The big tanuki stops his air guitar playing to look out at the ruins "What do you mean, used to be?" he asks, "As far as we know, big chunks of the world are just like this. I'm not really well connected, but I don't think we've heard much from-" he trails off and points a heavy paw toward a large building up ahead. "That one," he says, "Looks like one of those old RadioHut/Mister Computer tech places. That should have all sorts of stuff. Nothing a survivor out here would need or want inside, I'll bet."

Cameron gives a little shiver, the hair on her ears poofing out for just a moment before she gave her head a little shake. "Think the best course of action to find computers would be to look for any buildings with more then one floor to them. Chances are if it is a home or office with multiple stories, there is gonna be at least one computer. Either from a home office or a business office. The library could also be a good bet too." She then looks to see where the large coon was pointing and gave a small nod. That could work as well. Though could be more dangerous. "That is probably a sure shot. Though we should still be careful just in case. Never know if someone decided to hole up in it because people overlook its usefullness."