<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328661.msg15718534#msg15718534">Quote from: PixelatedPixie on 17-01-2021, 08:08:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Afternoon, The Guzzling Gal, Auburn</strong><br/><br/>Mr. Stone had been more than happy to lend the team a van and a driver, as well as sending out a few contacts to advertise the show.  The Guzzling Gal was a rough place not far from Puyallup.  It sat in the center of what looked to have once been an open field, but now was filled with broken down cars and trash.  The parking lot was dirt, well, due to a light rain it was closer to mud, and the puddles that were forming in the pot holes had a thin layer of volcanic ash swirling about on their surface.  <br/><br/>There were a few, non-junked, vehicles in the parking lot but from the look business was only starting to trickle in.  A particularly busty and toothy ork came out to meet the van as they parked.  The woman's hair was pulled back in a severe black braid, her tusks too large to ever properly fit in her mouth even when open.  She wore jeans and an open suit-jacket over a t-shirt that both failed to conceal that she was remarkably well-muscled.  <br/><br/>"I'm the manager.  Ronka."  She said by way of introduction.  "Which one of you is the singer?"  The question, given that her eyes had immediately settled on Stella, seemed more a formality than anything else.  </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>Afternoon, The Guzzling Gal, Auburn</strong><br/>When Butterfly dismounted from the back of the van, she looked her part - a road-hand, here to handle audio equipment.  Dark glasses framed her face, adding the sort of impassive severity worn by bouncers, bodyguards and protection details the world over, but all she wore to match was a once-white muscle tee  (sporting a trio of pills disintegrating into a spray of blue and orange pixels), dark grey cargo pants held up by a pair of belts, and her "stomping boots," heavy safety boots with zip-fasteners on the insides.  She wasn't dressed for a fight, loaded for bear - she didn't even seem to be packing a sidearm - but her muscle tone spoke for itself.  Well defined arms and shoulders eased her from the van, and as she stretched the road from her legs and back, arms pointed to the sky, the definition of her abs was ... apparent.  Also apparent was the absence of a bra, although the rain wasn't heavy enough to risk any<em>real</em>modesty.<br/><br/>She wasn't bothered by the gentle rain or muddy field, and if the decrepitude of Puyallup was shocking to Stella then that was just a sign of the uptown girl having been ... sheltered.  As rough as Puyallup was, at least it was likely the Guzzling Gal had consistent power, barring the occasional blackout.  In the Barrens, you didn't get utilities unless the gangs or NGOs set something up - and even then only as long as whoever ran the territory you lived it let it last.<br/><br/>Butterfly nodded in respect to the big ork woman. "Stella's your girl. 'M Irma. Anything we need moved to set up?"  Even as she asked, she scanned the area looking for any sign of the gang in question ... and looking around for her exit strategy.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Visual Perception for gang members, vehicles, observers etc, 6 successes<br/>At 2021-01-20 03:09:02, Annaamarth (uid: 57335) rolls: 11d6 tn1: 5 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=151495)<br/>Area knowledge to look for landmarks and escape routes, by foot or vehicle, 2 successes<br/>At 2021-01-20 03:20:17, Annaamarth (uid: 57335) rolls: 8d6 tn1: 5 Result: 2 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=151496)<br/></div></div>