Life's a Drag, Pun Intended [Open]

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

Finally having moved all the scrap he allotted for the day from the borders of the explored city to the little abandoned building he's calling The Warehouse, Howard nearly collapses onto the couch he's 'borrowed' from a neighboring, uninhabited house. After laying completely still for a few minutes, soaking in Stacy's downright weird artificial sun - though he guesses it's not much weirder than the FAYZ's - he sits back up and looks over today's haul.

A bedframe. About sixty pounds of various pieces of scrap metal, mostly aluminum this time, from the looks of it. Some PVC piping. A cardboard box full of jewelry, some of it looking expensive. Some weird alien cube that keeps making humming noises when it's not chirping. A dead iPod-ish computer thing. Corked bottles full of smokey, glowing substances. Walkie-Talkies with no batteries. Folding chairs. A box of gel pens. Flashlights. What looks like an alien ukulele. Something that may or may not be a magical wand. T-shirts with four arm-holes. An empty refrigerator that doesn't appear to work, but may be useful with a lock installed. Not that he'd have been able to get it here without the trolley he also kiped. And another plastic box full of various odds and ends. There's another mountain of stuff, slightly better organized, just behind The Warehouse's door.

Howard chews on the end of one of the gel pens and sings to himself as he starts sorting. It's probably nearing time for him to actually let other people come look through the stuff too. He cracks his neck and rubs one shoulder ruefully - skinny teenage bodies aren't made for dragging refrigerators.

"Spacey Stacy, give me your answer, do
You're totally crazy and more full of snot than the flu
Your food is a sloppish nightmare, but it's better than starving, I swear
It's not your fault, but could you use some salt? Because some spice is much overdue..."

(( OOC: Feel free to have your character find stuff in Howard's pile of junk, as long as it makes sense to have found in The City. ))

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[j-y-d.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, we were all pretty decent hunters, when we had to be. You're right, they're not bad eating, all things considered. And sure, I can check around, that's a good description and all. I'll check for you. No guarantees, but I'll check. I'm also willing to help you with some of this stuff, and doing some scrounge work. I figure we've established we can be useful to each other."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"That we have." He raises a hand to high-five, but them figuring he doesn't know how hard Chase might slap, he switches it to a salute. "See you around, Thor."

[j-y-d.livejournal.com]

He snaps the mock salute back with a grin. "Alright, take care. And if you get a table and vice set up in here, I'll scrounge up some tools and come check to make sure all these weapons are combat worthy for you, and match 'em up with ammo. They'll be a lot more ready for use that way if they're checked in advance."