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riverviewlogs2017-03-21 04:50 pm
whattingawhat) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-03-21 04:50 pm
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who: Buffy Summers
what: Coffee shop ,patrol, blood donation, exploration of the area
when: March 21-27
where: Perimeter, clinic, general area
warnings: TBD
Morning is spent working her shift at the coffee shop. Being a barista is something that worked out for her at home and something that she chose to do here. As far as jobs go, she likes being a barista. Once her shift is done there, she'll head out for an early afternoon patrol.
The brownouts had made Buffy a little nervous, but when the blackouts started she got even more nervous. The assurances that the perimeter fence will hold don't do much to assure Buffy. She prefers patrol as a means of assurance. Besides, it's something she knows how to do. She can be found patrolling along the fence with a stake in hand. She looks casual and relaxed. In fact, she might not look like she's paying any attention at all, but especially where Buffy is concerned, looks can be deceiving.
She'd read the announcement about needing blood donations both for injuries and for food sources. It hits close enough to home that she stops by the clinic and donates blood (but not any tissue because she's a little weirded out by that). She gives some warnings about her blood possibly being like crack to vampires and maybe stick to using it for an injury since it could also help with some speedy healing.
Between afternoon patrol and evening patrol, Buffy does some exploring around town, checking things out and not only trying to get the layout of the town, but get an idea of how people are reacting to the power issues as well.
what: Coffee shop ,patrol, blood donation, exploration of the area
when: March 21-27
where: Perimeter, clinic, general area
warnings: TBD
Morning is spent working her shift at the coffee shop. Being a barista is something that worked out for her at home and something that she chose to do here. As far as jobs go, she likes being a barista. Once her shift is done there, she'll head out for an early afternoon patrol.
The brownouts had made Buffy a little nervous, but when the blackouts started she got even more nervous. The assurances that the perimeter fence will hold don't do much to assure Buffy. She prefers patrol as a means of assurance. Besides, it's something she knows how to do. She can be found patrolling along the fence with a stake in hand. She looks casual and relaxed. In fact, she might not look like she's paying any attention at all, but especially where Buffy is concerned, looks can be deceiving.
She'd read the announcement about needing blood donations both for injuries and for food sources. It hits close enough to home that she stops by the clinic and donates blood (but not any tissue because she's a little weirded out by that). She gives some warnings about her blood possibly being like crack to vampires and maybe stick to using it for an injury since it could also help with some speedy healing.
Between afternoon patrol and evening patrol, Buffy does some exploring around town, checking things out and not only trying to get the layout of the town, but get an idea of how people are reacting to the power issues as well.
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Her comment earned a chuckle at least. "I think we can agree on that. I mean, I personally prefer mayhem and destruction to be focused only on those things or creatures that really need it, but in an adventuring lifestyle those show up surprisingly often. Are you in the business too?"
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Buffy doesn't think they can ever be too sure of that, but that's basically been her Tuesday since forever it seemed.
Her eyebrows lifted at his question. "The business?" There's a business now? Is she missing out? Do they get health care and regular pay checks? If so, she may want to join this business, though she hadn't cared much for the whole body guard business that Kennedy had tried to set her up in.
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He gets another look, one that says he might be crazy. "That's not--" a business, she starts to say then stops herself. Maybe it is a business where he's from, "what I do," she decides. "It's more a slaying thing," which she knows she'll probably have to explain. "Vampires. Demons. Other things that go bump in the night. That's the sort of thing I do." There's no health care and a complete lack of a paycheck.
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"That's the sort of thing adventurers do," he said, once he could force himself to be calm. "Generally a group of people with complementary classes and skillsets join together for a mission -- in my own group's case, 'defeat the lich Xykon', for example. Though it isn't limited to extraplanar or undead threats."