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riverviewlogs2018-03-21 01:40 pm
wingedman) wrote in riverviewlogs2018-03-21 01:40 pm
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who: open!
what: a bunch of old soldiers hanging out
when: 3/22
where: the riverview bar and grill
warnings: none yet, will add as necessary
[The Riverview Bar and Grill is a pretty typical-looking bar-slash-restaurant. Sam's spoken with the owners about having a gathering here, and he's there early to push several tables into position so everybody can sit around and chat (though if anyone wants to break into small groups or be less socially inclined, there are still some smaller tables in the vicinity, or there's always the bar itself). A local sports match is showing on the tvs, of course, and there's a pool table, foosball, darts, and even a pinball machine tucked away in one corner for entertainment purposes.
Sam himself spots one round for the group, several pitchers of cold beer on the table once they're all gathered. After that, it's every man for himself - and, of course, the menu has all sorts of appetizers available, from everyone's favorite bar nachos to hot wings to...well, whatever Riverview offers in terms of specialties.]
what: a bunch of old soldiers hanging out
when: 3/22
where: the riverview bar and grill
warnings: none yet, will add as necessary
[The Riverview Bar and Grill is a pretty typical-looking bar-slash-restaurant. Sam's spoken with the owners about having a gathering here, and he's there early to push several tables into position so everybody can sit around and chat (though if anyone wants to break into small groups or be less socially inclined, there are still some smaller tables in the vicinity, or there's always the bar itself). A local sports match is showing on the tvs, of course, and there's a pool table, foosball, darts, and even a pinball machine tucked away in one corner for entertainment purposes.
Sam himself spots one round for the group, several pitchers of cold beer on the table once they're all gathered. After that, it's every man for himself - and, of course, the menu has all sorts of appetizers available, from everyone's favorite bar nachos to hot wings to...well, whatever Riverview offers in terms of specialties.]
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[John leans onto the back legs of his chair, arms folded over his chest.]
Sounds like you've been busy. It's crazy out there right now.
We've been on clean-up crew. Basically killing anything that comes out of the water and doesn't look like Ariel. Gators. Turtles. Turtle-gators, those are the worst, damn near lost my hand trying to flip one of those things over.
Ended up slapping a brick of C4 to the shell and making enough turtle soup to feed all of Riverview.
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[So much sympathy for the gator bait in John's unit, clearly.]
Sounds like you need some better weaponry if you're fighting the damn things hand to hand. They give you a bunch of machetes and explosives or something?
[There's a joke somewhere in there about another branch of the military. Probably the Marines. Going after turtle-gators with machetes and C4 sounds like something the Marines would do.]
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[Sure, it's only three people, one of them seventeen years old, and two potential candidates, but John's always preferred to work small. Quality over quantity.]
We didn't go in hand to hand. The damn things are bullet proof. You've got to get them over on your back before you can do anything. Best bet would be to turn the waterline into a minefield, but the city would prefer we didn't blow up the riverside real estate.
[There's something about shooting the shit with another soldier that's relaxing in its familiarity. Enough so that John steals another potato skin, washes it down with beer, and kicks his boots up onto the nearest chair to lean back.]
Don't worry your feathery head about it. We're getting stuff done.