<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">SESSION 2 STARTS HERE</span></strong></div><br/><strong>Rez, Amanuel, and Uncle Marco</strong><br/><br/>It's a day after the fight with the clowns. True to word, the pay from Uncle came through for Rez and Amanuel. The MRAP and the three trucks were stashed and stowed as best they could be in Amanuel's workspace, and several Buitres were there at all times to make sure nobody came to steal choice bits. Most of the time they were vigilant, but mother's birds were mother's birds: it is fairly certain that some took a tumble or two in the vehicles, with the MRAP being a popular spot for some very, very wild encounters that had even the most jaded whores demanding extra jingle for what their clients desired.<br/><br/>The two unconsumed kegs remained, and Newt remained convinced that they ought to have Amanuel touch them and find out where they came from. Newt's angle was obvious and predictable: find out where this good, strong beer came from, and then knock the place over to take as much as they could get away with. Because it was really great stuff.<br/><br/>So Rez has Uncle Marco in to see the MRAP. It is divested of its big gun; Amanuel's managed to get that system removed and attached to a sidecar with minimal fuss and muss. Obviously the vehicle is not worth quite so much now, but hey: it's still a big fuck-off truck.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">OOC:<br/><br/>Rez, Amanuel: you guys can both mark down 1-barter for services rendered on your sheets. <br/>Rez: we already discussed the machine gun thing, so if you haven't, make the amendments to your sheet.<br/>Uncle Marco: please make your beginning of session move!</div></div><br/><hr/><strong>Q</strong><br/><br/>It is also a day later for Q. Heat stroke took its toll and the time that passed in a sticky, muggy blur. But when Q wakes up, he does so feeling fresh and like a new man. He is not dressed in usual attire: Q was dressed in a soft, clean white night-shirt. He had been bathed and shaved during his sleep, and he smelled faintly of soap (which was a step up from what he had smelled like yesterday). The marine was laying on a soft bed, covered in a white sheet. Down pillows propped his head up, and in the room around him everything was pristinely white and clean. There was a porcelain tray near the bed, and upon it was a plate bearing a hearty piece of scrapple pie along with a glass and a pitcher of sweet tea. The pitcher had condensation beads at its base, and ice floated in the liquid. Judging from the size and shape of the cubes, they had not been there long.<br/><br/>On a table there lay a weapon. It was an AR-15, and it had been well-maintained. The weapon had recently been disassembled and serviced; the faint scent of the oils and unguents used in a cleaning kit lingered in the air. Several magazines lay beside the weapon; enough ammunition for several judicious firefights.<br/><br/>There was also a rocking chair. It was made of rosewood, and in it sat Sundowner. Sundowner was watching Q with impossibly intense blue eyes. Before the Apocalypse, one would think that Sundowner was wearing special contact lenses, but surely there were no longer such things? The man had a slender build; he was not the physical specimen that Q was. A pristine white suilt covered Sundowner, and it was suspicious how he and the very room could be so clean. It would have taken a lot of work even before the Apocalypse for someone and somewhere to be so squeaky clean. It was the sort of place one could imagine Mr. Clean looking at and remarking, 'throw a little dirt on there, eh?'<br/><br/>Sundowner sat with his hands steepled. The left bore a glove that appeared to be made of velvet, and it bore silver-blue patterns that evoked a circuit board or something from TRON. The right was bare, and it was a pale-pink of someone who had never in their entire life done a day's manual labour. He is smiling once Q is awake, and his teeth are super-clean and straight. Like, male model clean and straight.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">OOC:<br/><br/>Q: you've got a beginning of session move to make, I think. Roll them bones.</div></div><br/><hr/><strong>TRUTH STRONG</strong><br/><br/>It's a day later, and it's a Strong family holiday. Which holiday is it? What does the Strong family celebrate, and how? Moreover, who from outside the Family do you have to invite to this holiday, and how do you feel about this geas of the ascended heroes?<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">OOC:<br/><br/>Truth: Roll the dice and let's see how the family's holding up. :)</div></div>