Sorry for the delayed turn eh?
Greetings, my lord.
"Greetings, young moose. Shall we conduct business?"
"These people probably need help!"
Wait for the girl who was at the counter to come back in order to exchange the rim for the snowblower.
Waiting. You roll and unroll the rim idly.
Knock on the door of the back room, apologize, and ask if the serving girl will please let me in. Explain that I am a Tim Horton's employee and would like to take shelter back there.
She pops her head down from the hole in the ceiling
"Go ahead. It's unlocked."
Merde! C'est Gustav!
Creusez mon camion et quitter très vite!
You try to clear the snow away with your
bare bear hands
[1]
You somehow get stuck under your truck.
[1+1]
you can't feel your fingers or toes.
At least you're safe from Gustav.
Get up, get out, find car. If possible to use car for escape back home, use car for this purpose. If not, try running to a different shelter.
((Question - when you say it's -30 degrees outside, do you mean Celsius or Fahrenheit?
EDIT: oh, wait, no, that's actually not a significant difference. Still, would be good to know.))
you step outside and get in your car
[3]
You smash a headlight when accidentally hitting a logging truck, but you manage to escape the parking lot.
"I've got a problem with this one deer that knows too much. Take care of it."
After informing Gustav of the deer, order some moose blood vodka.
"A deer. is that all?"
He leaves the building, through the door this time. You can hear a spray of bullets nearby.
You stand in line.
Character Sheet
Name: Spencer Durette
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Sunglasses, short, minor beard growing, thick parka with large hood, winter hunting gloves, hunting facemask, black ski goggles, boots and scarf
Personal information: Takes about a minute or two to take off enough layers to do anything properly. Part native, hunts and fishes a lot. Almost always bundled up
Job: Grocery Clerk
Favourite NHL team: Windsor Spitfires! ... Wait...
You start with 5 loonies.
Walk inside, see big hole in ceiling, say something about insane Americans but the layers of clothing stop anything audible coming out excluding what sounds like something Kenny from south park would say. Proceed to find out if I can buy a hot chocolate before things start to get really ugly.
There seems to be a small line forming at the counter while the server is away.
She shouts down "Hold your horses, I'll be down in a jiffy."
she places a piece of plywood over the hole, stopping the cold and snow from getting inside.
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