Utterly Mad

Organ Donor [Jove Update]

The doctor nearly spits out his tonic, "Jesus Christ, when I said get organs anyway you can, I meant to get them from corpses and raiders! ...but," he takes a quick breath. "I can understand where the confusion lies, pretty sad when people assume doctors have gotten that bad. But yes, there is a doctor in the caravan. I can't promise you that he's a great doctor, as he was originally a mortician. But he's an older more quieter gentleman." He puts the tonic away in his overcoat pocket and gets up from his chair. "The group you're going with have basically gone freelance after their original leader died, along with their guard being booted from the group. But they're nice people."

He walks over to the frost-fogged window and uses his sleeve to clear up some of the icy condensation. "The Red House, that's where they're staying. And of course one of the men came in here earlier asking for a box of 'protection'. You'll immediately know how he is when you meet them. They'll be heading out in a few hours towards a eastern bound town known as, "RiverPines" Its quaint, but there's been some rumors floating around the place as of late. So unless you want me to give you a quick examination, you're free to go meet your crew."


Isaac Kalashnikov of The Broken Caravan

You've been sitting in this scarlet lit den for hours now, and this watered down booze ain't helping drown out the 'noises' coming from the upstairs rooms. "HOW MUCH STAMINA DO THESE PEOPLE HAVE!?" Is the question you've been asking yourself all night, along with the monotony of the Old Man jabbering on about how useless the appendix is as an organ. You'd be perfectly happy to just die on the spot. You hear someone sit right next to you. "Waiter, yes, boozeman. Bring me something that has scotch and vodka mixed in, and bring something that doesn't taste like watery p1ss to this fine gentleman here.", he says patting you on the shoulder. He wears a duster coat with some extra padding, with his face mostly covered by balaclava and a ushanka that covers everything down to the eyebrows. The only thing you can make out is his eyes, which are a bright green that match his speech text.

"You look down, the name's... actually I think we'll skip pleasantries and just get to the merriment. How are you tonight?", he asks as he passes the newly made drink over to you.

"Oh I've been pretty good, enjoying the snow, enjoying the entertainment.", he says taking a swig of their Votchka. "But soon you'll get out of here, away from the moans and screams of women that barely make enough to live here. Goddamn shame really, to be trapped doing something that barely supports the bastard children your clients abandon you with." Taking another swig, he turns around and looks around the red curtain filled room. "Its funny, this used to be the preachers house before the owner of the place burned him out. Turns out the preacher had some vendetta against the guy, when the owner found out what he was planning that was the end of it. Pulled him from his bed, and then proceeded to savage him in the street. Then after that the owner took the place, and turned it into his own little slice of Hell. Funny how people will lash out when given the slimmest piece of evidence to justify it."

He finished his drink in one last glup and tosses it on the counter. "I'm going to head outside for a smoke real quick, the red is starting to hurt my eyes. Before I go, there'll be a man coming in, robot hands like those androids outta Neo Tokyo out in Nevada. He's going to be helping you out, so treat him nice." The man leaves out the doors and leans on a post outside.

"Okay, boss." Irving says, he heads to the bathroom and checks the room for gauze bandages, disinfectant, and tweezers. When he finds them he grabs a washcloth from the center cabin. He heads over to the prisoner, He pulls up the pants legs to check the bullet wounds. He checks which bullets went straight through and what just has an entrance wound. "I'm patching you up and we're bringing you to the town."

Jove was heavily relieved that the Doctor and him had that slight miscommunication. He sighed, feeling a burden fall with his breath. He walked over to the window with the doctor and looked out at the Red House. The people he'd meet in there would change the fate of his adventure for sure.

"Thanks for the help. And the crotch medicine." Jove smiled and walked to the door. He opened it, and knowing his luck, he immediately tripped over an uneven floor board and fell face first into snow. After a brief recovery and already feeling cold as Hell in winter, he walked to the Red House.

"Huh, sorry didn't hear ya, what'd ya say?" Isaac asked turning to the man. Sh1t I hope this guy ain't gonna kick me out.

Seb snapped out of his reverie, finally having realized that he was being spoken to.  He scratched the nape of his neck as he spoke. 

"Uh...a little of both.  They showed up about a year ago to set up a new FOB in town.  I had some...prior experience and came with recommendations from a few influential locals, though they were still reluctant to swear me in.  Had me on recon duty for a good while.  They realized that the unique physical talents of people like me were valuable assets and began recruiting others, like that lass over there."  He pointed a claw over at Amy. 

Isaac, having no idea what he was supposed to be doing at the moment, decides to wait and see what happens between Jove and the other guy. May as well watch and see what this guy's like.

Jove's pace slowed as his eyes and brain strained to remember who this was. He was strikingly familiar in look and sound, but Jove couldn't remember. Was it the man from the Motel who told him to come here?

"I'm not known for wasting too much time. Do I know you?" Jove stared at the trench-coated man as he walked up the steps.