What's there to remember? Besides, finding out all of its tricks and foibles will only be half the fun.
[He topples backwards back onto his bed, tossing his hat off so that it spins in the air and catches it with a jaunty flick of his hand. Reaching into his bag, he extracts the teddy bear - dressed in very formal gear with a rather solemn expression on its face - and tosses it onto the small table next to him, right beside his gun.
What Grift doesn't ask is why a holy man like Chapel would need a gun like that. Either he was protecting an ancient ruby of the Gods, or his life was just as colourful as Grift suspected his own was.]
I've heard quite often that the names we pick mean something. [He shrugs.] But then I see women who go by the name of Fred and men who go by the name of Juliet, and I begin to doubt this theory
[He stares at the gun for a moment more, searching his memory for what he knew of firearms. To make something like that, they must have come a long way, he thinks, but then he remembers that vague, nagging snippet of his dream, the image of the mushroom cloud, and wonders exactly how much firepower this place harbours.]
It's a big one. Still, you never know how many people here are carrying guns, and there's only one solution.
[He takes his hat off once more, and puts it on top of the teddy bear.]
Re: QUICKLOG
[He topples backwards back onto his bed, tossing his hat off so that it spins in the air and catches it with a jaunty flick of his hand. Reaching into his bag, he extracts the teddy bear - dressed in very formal gear with a rather solemn expression on its face - and tosses it onto the small table next to him, right beside his gun.
What Grift doesn't ask is why a holy man like Chapel would need a gun like that. Either he was protecting an ancient ruby of the Gods, or his life was just as colourful as Grift suspected his own was.]
I've heard quite often that the names we pick mean something. [He shrugs.] But then I see women who go by the name of Fred and men who go by the name of Juliet, and I begin to doubt this theory
[He stares at the gun for a moment more, searching his memory for what he knew of firearms. To make something like that, they must have come a long way, he thinks, but then he remembers that vague, nagging snippet of his dream, the image of the mushroom cloud, and wonders exactly how much firepower this place harbours.]
It's a big one. Still, you never know how many people here are carrying guns, and there's only one solution.
[He takes his hat off once more, and puts it on top of the teddy bear.]
Bigger guns.