GESB: Operation Cocoa Puffs

[Hunter]

Placing the magazine down, not having flicked through it, he looked at the old guy behind the counter and he shook his head and he said "Not Iraq. I was in Hawaii for a while."

[Myitt]

"Oh," says the older man.  "Well, my grandson's stationed in Tikrit.  God bless ya, son."

Myitt turns back to the magazines, hurriedly flipping through the pages, a little too fast.

[Shenmue654]

Mar quietly steps out into the snow. He seems utterly unaffected by the cold and even seems to be enjoying the frigid breeze. Mar walks up to Myitt and smiles. "Strange place for you to land, dear. I didn't know there would be so much snow. What do you plan to find here?"

[Myitt]

"Someplace for Cutter to live," says Myitt tersely, flipping through an apartments magazine.  "Then we can get out of here as soon as possible."

"Howdy," says the older man behind the counter, seemingly surprised at so many customers in this weather, and their rather unconventional appearances.

[Darth Revan]

Thordon nods toward the man behind the counter. "How do you do?"

[Myitt]

The man looks Thordon up and down, squinting a bit at his outfit.  "Not bad, not bad, young man.  Where y'all from?"

[Darth Revan]

"We hail from different areas. We are attempting to help our friend who was in a war transfer back into civilian life. I came because I've never seen this land before and wanted to explore."

[Gaz]

Gaz and Fletcher stand in the back of the group. Gaz still looks thoughtful. Then her eyes get wide.

"Now I remember what's wrong!" she says.

"What is it?" Fletcher asks.

"Today's the day," Gaz says simply. It seems vague, but Fletcher understands.

"Oh man," Fletcher groans. "Really?"

Gaz nods.

[Breekan1]

Getting a cold blast of hate right in the gawd-damn face the moment he exits the Bug Fighter, Breekan recalls the ski mask Myitt said was only for cold weather. He slips it on and follows the group into the 7-11, rolling the face part up onto the top of his head so it resembles a beanie. He rolls his eyes as he sees the tiled floors, and makes his way towards the magazine rack. Thinking it to be a fine rag for the human man about town, he picks up an issue of Cosmopolitan, in hopes of giving himself a background in what's considered human culture. He glances over his shoulder to make sure the clerk isn't looking, and quickly scans the magazine into a feed in his goggles, briefly engulfing it in green laser light. He begins to speed-read from inside the goggles as he picks up a copy of American Angler and Entertainment Weeklyto scan next.

[Chad32]

Temrash decides to stay in the ship this time.

[Myitt]

"Today's what day?" Myitt asks sharply, looking up from a free Apartments listing booklet.  She stares at Breekan as he walks up to the magazine rack.  "No tech, no tech!" she hisses, swiping the copy of American Angler and setting it back down on the shelf.

[Shenmue654]

Mar groans and smacks his forehead. He then hurriedly walks up to the Thermopolis man and states in a warm and oddly trustworthy voice, "We've been through a lot, and some of us have things they shouldn't. This seemed like the perfect town to get away from it all, and for a war veteran to settle down. Don't pay our peculiar aspects too much mind."

[Myitt]

"S'alright, son," says the older man.  "I know what you kids wear these days, got all kinds of getup.  We get a bunch of tourists here in Thermop come summer time, seeing as there's the hot springs resort and the Wyoming Dinosaur Center.  Guess it's all the same to me, so long as you go to church on Sunday, heh heh."

[Shenmue654]

"Of course, sir," states Mar with a smile and a very slight bow.

He then turns to Myitt and states, "Right, then. It seems we have a moment to relax. Although I'm sure that you typically want to get right on your way. You really ought to think about settling down when your war is over, my sweet."

[Myitt]

"Yes, I want to get out of here as quickly as possible," says Myitt, handing Cutter the apartment listings with a number of ads circled in black pen.  "Maybe someday it'll be me looking for apartments.  Preferably ones on the beach, in Waikiki."  She pulls out her comm link, small enough in her hand to look almost like a tiny cell phone, and hails one of her contacts.

"Hi, Job?" says Myitt.  "It's me.  I need to know if we've got all our eggs in one basket.  I've got a solider who needs a place to stay."

Whatever Job says in reply is muted, only audible to Myitt and Tara.  "Great," Myitt continues, "yes, we're in Thermopolis, Wyoming.  The green card?  Aw, but I liked that one.  It has little flowers on it.  Oh, okay.  Thanks, man."

She drops the link back into her trench pocket and taps Cutter on the shoulder.  "Here, hold on to this," she says, flipping out a green credit card with the name 'Kelly Jones' on it, and giving Cutter an Idaho driver's license and social security card with the same name.  "What?  Kelly is a guy's name, too.  Look on the license.  See?  Male."  She smiles smugly, squeegeeing snow out of her frizzy hair.  "I don't always walk around in this hot female bod."

<Are you trying to torture me?  Really?> Tara says dully.