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[Cheesecake]

"I call her Bessie," the mechanic says, giving the modified SUV a good smack. "The wheels are all-terrain, it's reinforced, glass is bulletproof too. She comes with those two as well," he says, pointing to two other SUVs of similar kinds. "There are a couple of bikes in the one on the right, in case you need speed."

He chucks a set of keys to Mad Pat, tips his cap and walks off. The garage was thrown in the deal as well, situated on the border of Tumbleweed Town, one of the last bastions of civilization in the New World. There is no ocean anymore so everything is one large continent. Buying three SUVs, two bikes and a garage cost more than a few fortunes, so you'll have to make more than three million bottlecaps in earnings to repay Bottle Bank's owner, Bottle Bot, an advanced AI who, instead of taking over the world easily, made a seedy little bank in Tumbleweed Town.

How you repay Bottle Bot is up to you. Apocalypse it may seem, but never has it been a better time to make a living.

Party:

Spoiler: Mad Pat (click to show/hide)

Name: Mad Pat
Description:
Nerdy game theorist turned badass car driver, wearing sweet biking leathers and still rocking his classic hair-do, it's time for A Theory, A MAD THEORY, Thanks for watching! *Bang*

Cliches:
Mad Driver(3)
Conspiracy Theorist(3)
Rugged, Charming Nerd(4)

Spoiler: Duncan Utah (click to show/hide)

Name:Duncan Utah
Description: A tall figure wearing loose flowing robes that cover his entire body, often billowing in the slightest breeze. Over his head is a hood, with his face being concealed by a mask. A faded yellow mask, with a smiley face on it. There are no visible eye holes, yet he seems to get around just fine. Duncan is a selfish, greedy, and quite possibly perverted mercenary with a heart made of lead. He looks out for himself first and his stuff second, with anything else coming in a far third based on how useful it is to him at the time. He carries around an old riot-length Winchester Model 1897 as well as several things of exotic ammunition to perform said mercenary work, though he is not adverse to using other weaponry when he can get his hands on it or when the situation calls for it.

Cliches:
Desert Mercenary (4)
Apocalyptic Survivor (2)
Greedy Son'agun (3)
Mask Making Master (1)

Spoiler: Gavin Parker (click to show/hide)

Name: Gavin E. Parker
Description: Gavin is twenty-six and has held countless jobs over his life. He's never been too proficient at any of them, but he's very good at slacking off and arguing with people over trivial things. After the world ended, outraged at the loss of his portable video game system, he has decided that he's going to get it back by any means necessary and has become somewhat nuts as a result.

His hair is blonde. His eyes are brown. He wears a filthy purple jacket he found in the trash.
Cliches:
Charismatic Slacker (4)
Arguer (3)
Angry Psycho Who Lost His Video Games (2)
Veteran of Way Too Many Jobs (1)

Spoiler: Blitz (click to show/hide)

Name: Blitz
Description: A man wearing a black hoodie, which somehow completely conceals his face. He also wears black pants and black boots.
Cliches
[4] Stealthy Rogue Dude
[2] Ninja
[1] Thief
[2] Dirty Fighter
[1] Survivor

[Tawa]

Gavin looks longingly at the SUVs. He'd never gotten his license--he'd been too busy playing Mario Kart the day his parents had scheduled him to take the the driver's exam on his sixteenth birthday and never looked back-- and the only time he'd ever driven was the day when the half-asleep ice cream company recruiter forgot to check if Gavin had a license the one day he was an ice-cream man.

Abruptly, he realizes something that he'd always thought was kind of vital to driving.

"Hey, any of you guys got, like, a map, man?"

[Stirk]

(How long ago was the apocalypse anyway? I kinda assumed it was a while ago.)

Duncan jumps on the top of the SUV, performing a pose as his cloths dance in the slight draft of the room.

"Map? We just spent all that money and you want to buy more things?"

The man states behind the smiley face mask, the two block-eye dots looking directly at Gavin.

"First, we must work out the most important thing. Funds. Now, I have three plans. Well, four. The first is we go hire that mechanic guy to do some mechanic stuff on the robot. Don't ask for details! Time is money and we are in the red! Second, we rob the bank then pay him back, repeating this process until we have paid off our debt. If we move in a circle we can do this in an hour. Third, we take apart the garage and load it into our machines. Then we get as much gas as possible and drive as far as we can in a a random direction. _{Fourth, I sell all of you into slavery, sell everything here and find a new group.} So, what do you guys say?"

[Cheesecake]

Unfortunately, all of you are piss-poor broke. Maps are a very valuable commodity, and are actually more expensive than you think. You do have a general idea of your surroundings. Duncan and Blitz can roll their Survivor cliches to remember what might be useful around them.

The Apocalypse's date is really fuzzy. No one remembers, wants to remember, or cares at all. For everyone's sake, they just assume it was a really long time ago.

[BlitzDungeoneer]

Blitz had never liked the company of other people, not really. It was nothing personal, he just much preferred brooding and being 'dark' and 'mysterious' to actually interacting with people who'd ask questions, and they'd try to force him to justify what he did. A swift kick to down below, courtesy of yours truly, would usually follow. Still, he supposed he should help his group out. They'd helped him, so he'd help them. With that, Blitz tries to remember any relevant info he can come up with as far as maps go.

[Cheesecake]

The TN of remembering the surroundings is 5. (6) Blitz quickly remembers the wilderness outside Tumbleweed Town; just north of the garage is a camp for bikers with a diner and a bar. If you're going there, you should probably bring a gun or two. Beyond that are the Wastes, which stretch for miles on end. There are bandits there, obviously, and some renowned criminals. The sheriff might have some bounties for them. The Wastes have countless little camps where they stash their loot and ill-gained belongings.

Beyond the Wastes is the next town, Dune Hill, roughly a day's ride away if there aren't any distractions. News has it that they're looking for some DVDs, clothes, and of course, ducktape. What's beyond Dune Hill eludes you for now.

[heydude6]

Ptw

[BlitzDungeoneer]

I...think that plan sounds stupid. Also...I have some information on the area around here. We...might want to check out some of the places around here.
Blitz says this all in a deep gravelly voice, never once looking up from his brooding.

[Tawa]

"Like, what kind of information? You know where the next town or something is?"

[Stirk]

I...think that plan sounds stupid. Also...I have some information on the area around here. We...might want to check out some of the places around here.
Blitz says this all in a deep gravelly voice, never once looking up from his brooding.

"This all? Is 'this all' all you have to say? I don't even know what that is supposed to mean! Are you saying we should do all four plans? They are really supposed to be done seperatly. Doing them all at once defeats each of their purposes."

[Tawa]

"Hey, man, I get your meta-joke, but shouldn't we be formulating, like, an actual plan?"

[Stirk]

"Hey, man, I get your meta-joke, but shouldn't we be formulating, like, an actual plan?"

"....I did formulate an actual plan! Four actual plans! We aren't going to make that kind of money anywhere around here. Our best chance is to just erase the debt somehow. Besides, as meta-mask-man, making meta-mischief is my thing! My stick! I don't see you coming up with a plan. The guy with a sweatshirt in what is pretty much a desert may have a plan, but it is kind of hard to tell. I can't tell what goes on in his head and what he says out-loud without color or at least quotation marks!"

Jeez. Confusing other people's inner monologue with their outer monologue could get confusing in the future. At least I seem to be the only one with an inner monologue. As long as Blitz doesn't develop his own, I think we should be fine.....

[BlitzDungeoneer]

I'm saying... We shouldn't do any of your plans.
Blitz looks at the blond guy... Gavin, was it?
And when I say the area... I mean in general, although next town over... Also applies. Dune Hill... You might've heard of it. There's  a camp north of the garage... It's used by bikers. They're... Dangerous. Past that are... The Wastes. They're full of bandits... And some criminals that are fairly famous. Dune Hill's just past... The Wastes.
Meanwhile, Blitz tries to remember the names of any of these 'renowned' criminals, as well as any information he may have on the bikers.

[Stirk]

I'm saying... We shouldn't do any of your plans.
Blitz looks at the blond guy... Gavin, was it?
And when I say the area... I mean in general, although next town over... Also applies. Dune Hill... You might've heard of it. There's  a camp north of the garage... It's used by bikers. They're... Dangerous. Past that are... The Wastes. They're full of bandits... And some criminals that are fairly famous. Dune Hill's just past... The Wastes.
Meanwhile, Blitz tries to remember the names of any of these 'renowned' criminals, as well as any information he may have on the bikers.

"Is...he remaining completely silent? Is he narrating his actions? His actions are in the same style as his speaking! Choosing the color black helped nothing! Anyway, bikers don't have a lot of money. We might get something if we took their bikes, but how are we supposed to move them?"

[BlitzDungeoneer]

I'd imagine... They have fuel. They wouldn't... Be bikers if they couldn't ride their bikes, would they? And... This is how I speak. Deal... With it.