The Grandfather of the Reunion

Act 1-10

Operation: Save Temperance

Starting first memory playback with: Diary entry of certain day

{July 19th}

Note to self: Get a loner with me the next time I went in to one of those Slavic tourist traps!

Yesterday, Talulah, AJ, and I located and visited a trading post which is apparently owned by a freelance merchant company owned by "Gustav". They call him "Gustav The Trader", and he owns Gustav's caravan. A nomadic intrepid merchant who sells stuff for a lucrative price. Everything there! From the sales, to the bargains! It's like highway robbery! And being a former highway robber myself, those are just too far!

We brought back a bunch of useless stuff because Talulah couldn't resist her urge to be...herself... I think I'm seeing a softer shade of her rearing out ever since we've situated ourselves here. I think it's very worrying, and I've rode with them for a month now.

AJ knows a man there-a man with a funny accent, shaped like a potato, and lacks an indoor voice, Jorji. To which his job is to be either be an obnoxious scammer, or a storyteller. For just five bullets... Everything you do in there, costs five bullets... I'm honestly losing my mind, on accounts that I have to rack my shotgun five times EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

They must've known... Damn it! How stupid I am to not acknowledge that the first time! If I kept the ways of being a douche nozzle, scamming and haggling everyone I meet, my intuition prolly would've kicked in as soon as I emptied the bottomless magazine.

No matter. Mephisto fixed up my numb arm after our return yesterday. I had to be forced to sleep for it to work - I also might've contracted a disease, but I suppose it doesn't matter.

For now, I guess Simone wanted to try this out for herself? She created a deal with the caravan to, basically become an actual caravan to both Zcom and the Riffs, in exchange for a bunch of cool looking weapons, armour, and a bunch of other stuff.

I do wonder when we'll fix that coil up, it'd be our greatest achievement... Prolly should've worn pants as I write this.

Anyways, I suppose I'll await for orders. Mephisto is currently hanging out with his very own "Two guys, one girl" trio, and basically I've no one left to talk to... Guess it's to the bar with me.

Wait, it's a diner. Sorry, Abigail's been running that place like clockwork, I mistook it for one. She's really good.

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Continuing playback with: Memory event recreation

[Later in the diner, Hosea is sitting by his lonesome on a stool, sipping a bottle of beer every one minute. Being her only customer, Abigail momentarily stops cleaning the counter, and talks to him.]

Abigail: "Why the long face, old man? It's more longer than usual."

Hosea: *He laughs softly and shakes his head.* "Oh Abigail. I'm just very tired."

Abigail: "Drinking beer gets you more tired, Hosea."

Hosea: "Ugh, I know. Just drinking my sorrow away, like usual."

Abigail: "Tell me about it then."

Hosea: "Why are you eager to know?"

Abigail: "It's a bartender's intuition. Not only do we serve drinks, we serve free therapy sessions...only if you're the only customer in our bar."