Chapter 10: Greenill Section ID Day?

[nanocerancowboy]

[ACTION - A (BACKDATED TO MARCH 17, Anywhere in Mayfield, Morning to Evening, OPEN TO ALL)]

[See that six-foot android covered head to toe in some sort of armor, going about his business?]

[He's not wearing green. At all.]

[Try to pinch him. Go on, try it.]

[ACTION - B (BACKDATED TO MARCH 17, John Doe Park, Afternoon, OPEN TO ALL)]

[That same android now seems to have a couple of drones following him, even hanging on to him, desperately trying to pinch him—on the hard, armored parts of his body. Suffice to say, they're not having much luck—and the android looks a little annoyed as he tries to brush some of the drones off of him.]

What in th' hell are ya'll on about?

[ACTION - C (BACKDATED TO MARCH 17, Olney's Tavern, Evening, OPEN TO ALL)]

[Gat's noticed the sizable amount of patrons heading toward the tavern, both droned and undroned alike. Curious, he's come to the tavern himself, though judging from the way he carries himself and rubs the back of his helmeted head as he scans the tavern in a manner not unlike the Terminator, he's a little perplexed.]

Comments

[nanocerancowboy]

[A beat passes while Gat processes that.]

Chemical weapons ... Reckon there was no escapin' that. Must've been mighty toxic.

[His voice is a bit somber.]

An' Lucy sicced 'em on Mayfield proper to do th' same thing they did in Westport, when Boris came to town?

[a_gentle_boy]

This time, they were focused on attacking us. They just burned down whole houses and killed anyone who was inside.

[nanocerancowboy]

[Gat shakes his head grimly before he speaks up.]

Regardless of whether or not Boris was there, I reckon.

[More pointless cruelty ...]

[a_gentle_boy]

[Lucas offers a wan smile in response.]

[nanocerancowboy]

[Sighing, Gat rubs the top of his visor, almost as a human would rub their temples.]

If they were burnin' down houses, then they musta been tryin' to keep that pamphlet ya mentioned out of everyone's hands ... Did anyone manage to get a good look?

[a_gentle_boy]

No, that wasn't it. A few people got things from Boris, but it wasn't until afterwards that they started passing it around. They were just looking for him.

[nanocerancowboy]

Huh.

[Guess it really was pointless cruelty.]

What was some of th' stuff he left behind, then?

[a_gentle_boy]

Like the pamphlet. A few other pieces of paper, but... I don't know if they were ever copied.

Freaky Friday tags are winding down, I can get back to this!

[nanocerancowboy]

Do you remember what th' pamphlet said, exactly?

No worries!

[a_gentle_boy]

I...

No. Not exactly. ...I can show you, if you'd like to come by my house sometime.

[nanocerancowboy]

[Gat nods.]

I'd be much obliged. If'n I recall, you were livin' on Goldberg street. That right?