paradisa | ReMask 002

Not yet, been busy.

Why?

Cause...[You might not know what this sounds like, Reno. But it's Travis, having difficulty putting words together.]

Cause it's a tomb. And not one of those well kept and honored ones.

...How bad we talking here?

Bad. Real bad. Dusty as fuck, no power, one of the ceiling fans is hanging from some wires, no liquor left, boxes all over the place, the door to Apollo's old room is hanging off one hinge, a fucking family of raccoons ran off into said room.

[Sigh]

And more. Way more. Worse and worse. It's like time forgot this place like it forgot us, only it decided to let it rot instead of send it off to camp.

Seriously?

That's insane- you gotta be kidding me, Travis.

Come on down and take a look if you need to see it. I know I would.

...Also bring some air fresheners. I'm pretty sure this stench is hobo piss. Which too, comes from Apollo's old room.

[a pause]

You know, think I'm not gonna ask how you can tell it's hobo piss instead of regular piss...

But I'm on my way.

[fffff]

It's called genre savvy, Reno! Don't be gross!

What? The genre of-

Wait, no, never mind. I'd be better off not knowing.

Oh no. You bet your ass this thing is getting picked the fuck back up later.

Travis, there's a lot to be said about leaving some things unknown to maintain an air of mystery.

...Especially if it deals with your smells.

There's also something to be said for showing up your comrades and/or causing them undue amounts of trauma.

Just trying to lighten the mood.

I'm almost there. [So you know, if you have any man tears now would be the time to wipe them]

Oh. ...Well played, Reno.

[He has. Mostly. He's had help from his long time friend Jack.]

Sure, sure.

[And a moment later, he's stepping into the bar, his eyes widen in shock as he takes in the sight before him]

Holy crap...

[There's Travis, behind the bar. To his credit, he's managed to clear off some of the dust from a spot on the bar. The rag he used now dark grey and covered in fuzzy dust. The wood is scuffed and damaged, and the broken glass scattered about the bar are the remains of their once frequently used mugs.

None of the seats are around the bar. One of them actually somehow got embedded in a wall. And on the ceiling, someone drew really crude looking dongs]

Kinda takes a bit of you with it, doesn't it? Fucking hell.

[Fortunately, he managed to get a couple of glasses from somewhere, one out for Reno in case he feels the need to imbibe alcohol as well.]

[Reno steps in, almost in a daze and finally reaches for the bar, plunking himself down on the only stool left standing- his stool, of course. You better get that alcohol ready man]

Earlier today I dealt with a body that was crushed, not a pretty sight.

...But I'm finding this more disturbing, yo.

[He's pouring the glass before he even sits down, leaving the cap off the bottle before settling back a step and leaning against a post. The creaking and groaning of said post made him step away, but not before cringing]

Either that means you've seen way too many bodies...or this really does look as bad as it fucking feels.

[He grabs the glass the moment it's full, taking a long drink. Set down the empty glass, breath deep]

Probably both.

[By now, Travis has already had a couple. He a sip of his instead of a full drink, holding the glass in hand and looking around again.]

Shitty day.

Just another day in Paradisa.

[He's moving to pour himself more]

But you know what we gotta do now.

Yup.

[And he "lightly" knocks his heel against the wall behind him. There's a sudden ruckus or noise and scrambling animals, a couple slams and a very pissed off screech]

Kill these fucking raccoons dead.

[a thumbs up]

Now we're talking.

[You son of a bitch.]

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