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Bell finds the bar when she is eight-almost-nine, in the shed in the back, and she grabs up her seashells - she can reach the bag by the shed door and the one by the back door of the house, her arms are getting longer - and drags them in after her.
She drags them all the way to her room, and locks the door behind her when she lets herself back out, and then she collects a mop from behind the bar and starts earning that room. She's not really sure how it works - so much time passes between visits and yet the room always waits for her. But she supposes that paying people for things in Milliways has to work the way Milliways works. She does an amount of cleaning whenever she's there and this secures her a space to stash her things.
Mop, mop.
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she_sells_seashells
blooded_poet
"Please explain what each can do," requests the apparent demon-killer.
she_sells_seashells
"Um, guns can shoot people, like a bow but it's a little bit of metal and not an arrow, and from farther away and easier. Bombs explode whatever's near them. Very near if it's little and for miles around if it's not little. Mutts it depends on the kind - they're animals that the Capitol's messed with to do things. Listen in on people and report back like jabberjays, or sting people and make them go all loopy like tracker-jackers, or wreck any boats that go too far away from the coast, like krakens."
blooded_poet
"That is an impressive amount of things they can do," muses Lynn. "The animals I doubt I would have much trouble with, they tend to be predictable in how they go about things, if not what they do. Bombs - I am not in the habit of being easy to track, so I doubt they could catch me off guard with one, though in direct combat I would have some trouble. Guns, I would have the most trouble with, I think. By 'easier' - easier to use, or faster?"
blooded_poet
"Of course," she sighs. "Why would it be anything but?"
She thinks for a little while. "I don't believe I could do it alone. I could be an asset, certainly, but I'm afraid I'm not equipped to deal with large amounts of Peacekeepers at once. One or two, I believe I would win, perhaps even four or five, but I doubt they would give me the luxury of patiently waiting off to the side until I'm done with their fellows."
"That being said - I would fair better than most against 'Mutts' - my physiology would make up for any mistakes I make when I am learning what the offensive Mutts do."
She thinks for a little while. "I don't believe I could do it alone. I could be an asset, certainly, but I'm afraid I'm not equipped to deal with large amounts of Peacekeepers at once. One or two, I believe I would win, perhaps even four or five, but I doubt they would give me the luxury of patiently waiting off to the side until I'm done with their fellows."
"That being said - I would fair better than most against 'Mutts' - my physiology would make up for any mistakes I make when I am learning what the offensive Mutts do."
she_sells_seashells
"Maybe you could go on a boat with some people and kill a kraken and they could sail off to Atlantis," says Shell Bell. "But that might not work. I don't know."
blooded_poet
"Perhaps I could," says Lynn. "Do you know what a kraken is capable of? Or where this 'Atlantis' is?"
she_sells_seashells
"Atlantis is just anywhere that isn't Panem. That's the country I live in. A kraken is a big, big squid mutt. I think that's all it does is be big and attack boats that go too far though."
blooded_poet
"And the boats are hardly equipped to defend themselves," she says, nodding a little. "If there was only one, then I believe I could kill it after some reconnaissance. But the true question here is; is the cost to gain ratio correct?"
She folds her hands and considers Bell. "How many people could get out if this were a best-case scenario and I were to kill all krakens that kept you from leaving?"
She folds her hands and considers Bell. "How many people could get out if this were a best-case scenario and I were to kill all krakens that kept you from leaving?"
she_sells_seashells
"I live in District Four and there are some very big boats but I'm not sure how hard it would be to get away with a boat or how many people you could put on it with all of the stuff they would need. And I'm not sure the Capitol couldn't bomb our Atlantis, either."
blooded_poet
"Then it wouldn't be worth it, even if I knew I could," says Lynn. "Not unless there was a certainty that the Capitol would be unable or unwilling to retaliate."
She sighs, and closes her eyes. "I'm afraid there's nothing I can do to help unless I were to become suicidal and throw myself at their leadership. But if it's as large a system as it sounds, that would do little to fix the problem aside from changing the faces that run it."
Lynn looks very sad. "I'm sorry I can't do more. If it were more than just me, I would help, but I think that alone I would simply make the situation worse."
She sighs, and closes her eyes. "I'm afraid there's nothing I can do to help unless I were to become suicidal and throw myself at their leadership. But if it's as large a system as it sounds, that would do little to fix the problem aside from changing the faces that run it."
Lynn looks very sad. "I'm sorry I can't do more. If it were more than just me, I would help, but I think that alone I would simply make the situation worse."
she_sells_seashells
"I haven't found anybody in here who can help, yet," says Shell Bell, sighing.
blooded_poet
"There might be someone," Lynn says, looking like the option's about as appealing as eating mud. "I'll ask. Alright? Excuse me for a minute. I need to do this - when I am not in a crowded bar."
She stands, and looks around for a place that's more out of the way. She has a ghost to shout at.
She stands, and looks around for a place that's more out of the way. She has a ghost to shout at.
she_sells_seashells
"Okay," says Bell, sounding befuddled, but unprotesting.
Well, there's a back door.
Outside, there's a clear area, quite big enough for a good-sized garden party if for some reason you choose to host your garden parties at Milliways; it gives way to beach which gives way to lake, on the right, while on the left is a forest. The weather has been compared to that of Scotland, although mercifully it is not raining at this moment.
Well, there's a back door.
Outside, there's a clear area, quite big enough for a good-sized garden party if for some reason you choose to host your garden parties at Milliways; it gives way to beach which gives way to lake, on the right, while on the left is a forest. The weather has been compared to that of Scotland, although mercifully it is not raining at this moment.
blooded_poet
Taking the back door, Lynn finds a nice spot to 'summon' this potentially helpful someone. She gives a glance around to make sure no one's nearby, before she gets to starting. She'd like to save their poor, innocent eardrums. Then she takes a deep breath, and starts shouting.
"Okay you smarmy, manipulative and crazy bitch! I need your useless scrawny ass for something! So come out of where ever you're skulking! Unless you're too much of a spineless, conniving, slimy and rotted shit ugly of a corpse to face me!"
There's a silence. Okay, fine. It didn't always work on the first try, anyway. But there was something that Lynn knew would work.
"In which case," she continues, still shouting at the top of her lungs, "Your boyfriend was an ugly bastard that only fucked you out of pity! And it's a good thing he's dead, too, because I heard that the smell of him would cause anyone unfortunate enough to walk within a ten mile radius to drop dead! Your kids took after you both and were fucking failures, with your daughter crazy as you and your son that acts like he doesn't have a dick!"
She paused in her shouting, waiting a few seconds to see if there was any response. There was only silence and the sound of the wind through the trees. Strange. Usually the mentioned party would come flying in at this point, frothing with rage, and it would be utterly hilarious. This time, though - nothing. Nothing at all. Lynn wasn't sure what to do, since this normally working method had failed so utterly.
Before she gave up, she tried some more insults, even switching to another language for some good curses, but nothing happened. Eventually, she loses the energy, and grumpily goes back inside to sit next to Bell.
"That didn't work."
"Okay you smarmy, manipulative and crazy bitch! I need your useless scrawny ass for something! So come out of where ever you're skulking! Unless you're too much of a spineless, conniving, slimy and rotted shit ugly of a corpse to face me!"
There's a silence. Okay, fine. It didn't always work on the first try, anyway. But there was something that Lynn knew would work.
"In which case," she continues, still shouting at the top of her lungs, "Your boyfriend was an ugly bastard that only fucked you out of pity! And it's a good thing he's dead, too, because I heard that the smell of him would cause anyone unfortunate enough to walk within a ten mile radius to drop dead! Your kids took after you both and were fucking failures, with your daughter crazy as you and your son that acts like he doesn't have a dick!"
She paused in her shouting, waiting a few seconds to see if there was any response. There was only silence and the sound of the wind through the trees. Strange. Usually the mentioned party would come flying in at this point, frothing with rage, and it would be utterly hilarious. This time, though - nothing. Nothing at all. Lynn wasn't sure what to do, since this normally working method had failed so utterly.
Before she gave up, she tried some more insults, even switching to another language for some good curses, but nothing happened. Eventually, she loses the energy, and grumpily goes back inside to sit next to Bell.
"That didn't work."
she_sells_seashells
"What did you do?" asks Shell Bell. She is going slowly on her brownie. It's for savoring.
blooded_poet
"Tried to get her to show up, nothing came of it," informs Lynn. "I might have to summon her outside of this place, but it was worth a shot here."
she_sells_seashells
"If she didn't come through the door with you she probably isn't here. You can hold your door, but only while you're close enough to actually hold it," says Shell Bell. "If that would let you get her."
blooded_poet
"Hm. Unlikely that she would help anyway, and I ran out of good insults trying to get her to show up here," sighs Lynn. "Perhaps I'll try again later, when I think of new ones."
she_sells_seashells
"You have to insult her with new insults even if she didn't hear the old ones?"
blooded_poet
Lynn grins. "No, but usually it's easier to summon her if I can put any sort of weight behind the ones I'm saying. Redoing ones I used would just get boring."
blooded_poet
"That's very kind of you, thank you. I am quite sure I can handle it on my own, though. It's why I went outside."
blooded_poet
"Well. Do you have any ideas for what to do? My offer to help still stands, but I'd hate to make the situation worse, and that's likely with how little I know about the subject."