(2016-05-02) Line at the Convenience Store
The Line at the Convenience Store
Summary: Sara, the former Camo Kid, and Mon, shooter of Camo Kids, meet. No trust is established, but no bullets are exchanged either. Also, Mon figures out who Eva's roommate is.
Date: 2016.05.02
Related: http://5thwave.wikidot.com/log:2016-04-29-pulling-mons-chain
Players:
fiona..monica..sara..terry..

<Scavenge> Sara searches and finds:
1 Snickers Bar
1 Hershey's Bar

<Scavenge> Monica searches and finds:
1 Travel Size Shampoo and Body Wash
1 Small bag of Chocolate Chip cookies
1 Measuring Tape

Food! Hopefully food! It currently sees Sara sorting through the Convience store, with her shotgun slung over her shoulder and her pack over her back. Maybe things are looking up for her, as she locates chocolate bars. She looks happy about the find as well. At the moment, she's still wearing a borrowed jacket, an old pair of jeans and a nice pair of boots.

Monica wanders into the convenience store. "Hi." She smiles. "Looking for toothpaste. Have you seen any?" She rummages around. Under the wreck of the windshield wiper display and literature in questionable taste, all too battered to bother with, she finds shampoo and body wash. "Hmm. Close, but no banana."
<Scavenge> Terry searches and finds:
1 Rice Krispie Bar
1 AA Batteries
1 Banadana

When needed, she usually takes a large military issued backpack with her, as well as a shotgun and a crowbar.

Food! Hopefully food! It currently sees Sara sorting through the Convience store, with her shotgun slung over her shoulder and her pack over her back. Maybe things are looking up for her, as she locates chocolate bars. She looks happy about the find as well. At the moment, she's still wearing a borrowed jacket, an old pair of jeans and a nice pair of boots.

Monica wanders into the convenience store. "Hi." She smiles. "Looking for toothpaste. Have you seen any?" She rummages around. Under the wreck of the windshield wiper display and literature in questionable taste, all too battered to bother with, she finds shampoo and body wash. "Hmm. Close, but no banana."

Terry strolls casually about the store, keeping an eye on the girls as they comb through things. He keeps a hand on his weapon, ready to draw down on whatever or whomever thinks they can make snack food out of his people. He squats down to swipe a pack of AA batteries off of one of the racks, shrugging as he tosses it into his pack. He glances through the rest of the store, pondering.. Rice Krispie bar's probably rotted as hell, but a bandana might be useful. He swipes one off the rack, a nice red one with black-and-white pseudo-fleur-de-lis prints.

Fiona slips into the shop a little behind the group, a dark canvas bag hangs from her hip, odd lumps inside. "What's up?" She asks, a little concern at the sudden 'group' interest in the building. She holds her fancy bow by the hand grip, but hanging string down. "Something wrong?"

Sara tenses up when Monica wanders in, and she kind of stares in shock. Either because of the woman's appearance, or because she walked in and was openly friendly. The Chinese teen look uncertain about what she should be doing, and she stares at Monica while holding the newly found chocolate bars tightly and then shaking her head a little bit. "I have not seen any toothpaste?" her accent comes from Hong Kong, and she keeps a wary eye on the unfamiliar faces and the familiar one for a few moments.

Monica casually shifts the shampoo to her off hand and lets her right hand fall to her side. See, she's getting better. Nobody's looking down the muzzle of her pistol. Yet. "Well, if you see any, I'll trade you something for it. This stuff or…" she spies something that fell under the counter and was missed … or ignored… by whatever rodents have been here. "those cookies maybe." She shrugs. "I haven't seen you around before. Mind showing me the back of your neck?"

Terry continues to rummage about the shop, keeping an eye on Sara and Monica as he works. He's like the typical cartoon mother cleaning the living room.. lifting up this and that to scope out every nook and cranny. Of course, since he's only human, he does have a difficult time lifting some of the heavier items, but overall he does a pretty good job..

Fiona frowns a little as she glances about the area. No one answered, but nobody is screaming either. She rolls her eyes, and her hand spins the bow upwards so the string rests against her forearm. There is a glance at Terry, but she is just waiting.

Sara continues to watch Monica carefully. "I will consider the trade," she offers flatly. Though with Monica's hand drifting down towards her pistol, she frowns a little bit. "Cookies? You mean biscuits?" she then asks sounding a little confused. "Why do Americans call biscuits cookies?" She looks a little concerned at the request to show the back of her neck, but she doesn't make any motion to either refuse to examination or allow it. "I have not seen you around either, or heard your voice. Why do you not show me yours instead?" she counters, as she glances towards Terry and then Fiona. "Or better, inspect the back of her neck?" She then mutters something softly in Cantonese, and takes a step back.

Monica 's eye squints a little. "Because I know Fiona. She's too old and she's not wearing camouflage. You're just the right age, and you're wearing the right outfit, and I don't know you." She does turn her head, not letting Sara out of her sight, but enough so she can raise her hair off the back of her neck and show that, while it's as messed up as her face, there are no unusual lumps in it. "Your turn." She still doesn't answer Fiona's question. Something may indeed be wrong. Hard to say yet.

Fiona swallows slowly as she watches the exchange, her own hair worn in a ponytail. The two are allowed to play out their testing, the other hand slips back for an arrow, but only to have it in the quiver, not drawing. "Well. That is interesting." Disturbing likely was the word she wanted.

"Terry, would you like to settle your friend down, before she gets herself hurt or worse," Sara offers to the man, as she regards Monica. She keeps her distance though when Monica reveals the back of her neck. "It doesn't mean anything, you could still be one of the Others trying to trick the rest of the Camp Hope people. The teen soldiers that are tricked have the implants, the adults alongside them are the Others." She then arches a brow, and she raises the hair at the back of her own neck to reveal a small pink scar, but no lumps. "How do they know that you're not one of them?" Fiona's movements are noticed, but she doesn't make a hostile one of her own yet.

"Sara, Monica. Monica, Sara. Mon may be a bit.. head-strong, but she's good people." Terry responds, feeling rather like a parent settling a toy ownership argument between children. His attention, however, doesn't falter from his rummaging efforts.

Monica curls a smile and folds her arms across her chest. She echos Fiona's comment. "That's interesting. Good enough for me." She steps to the counter and slides the cookies over to Sara with her foot. "Nice to meet you."

Fiona lets her hand fall back down, the grip on the bow loosening to let the string fall low again. "Well, that's all better. Hi all." The tone a bit deadpan and followed with a dramatic exhale. "Groovy." The released hand adjusting her game bag as she glances over the three again.

Sara looks uncertain at Monica smile, and she doesn't accept the cookies from Monica. She frowns at them, and then looks back towards Terry for a few moments. She remains silent, looking uncertain of how to react again. She glances between the group, and then starts to move quietly towards the front door, though she keeps a close eye on them all. Nope, she's going to go away and reflect on things, as she has no idea what to do now.

Monica watches Sara head out. "Skittish." She looks at Terry and Fiona, and her expression goes darker. "Just like that, they cut that thing out and they're back to normal?"

Terry shrugs. "I'm no doc.. You'd have to ask. Pretty sure Quin knows something about that stuff." He offers, glancing around. "Well, I've had about enough for one night. You folks ready to roll? I can stick around for a bit longer, if you two aren't ready."

"I'm just following your lead.. I don't know." Fiona says with a shrug, "I do better hunting food or carving wood than making meaningful calls." Fiona says and turns to the door, "I am good, I was just checking on things. I'll go drop off the food, and check on Eva."

Monica rubs the bridge of her nose. "Did something happen to Eva?" Camo kids can be turned back? Something's going on with Eva? She just came here to find some toothpaste. Why does everything have to fly apart at the same time, and go on flying apart?

Terry holds position near the door, waiting for Mon and Fiona to finish up. He's in no hurry to leave, though.

"No, Eva is fine, when I go hunting, and she is out. I just like to check in." That said though, Fiona starts outward, "Have a good day, Husinfeffer is for supper." She says with a pat to her game bag, then heads off to the food prep area.

Monica nods slowly. "Good." So. That's the roommate Eva mentioned. Mon closes her eyes, and tries not to imagine what she's imagining. Not that it's intrinsically bad or anything. Just … awkward from where Mon stands. She leans back against the counter. "I should have just stayed at the shop," she mutters.

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