Seems the Right Time to Get Drunk

[joseph_kendall]

Who: PCs Surviving the Founder's Field Massacre
When: The night the fight came to an end
Where: Joseph's Home

After getting home and making sure that the gun shop owner was paid in full for the gun (and orders for more ammo for the one he had just bought and the guns he already owned), Joseph set about to his next task, finding his younger brother and making sure that he was alright.

It didn't take long. It turned out that Wesley had high-tailed it from the Founder's Day celebration and hidden in a friend's home. Joseph told him to simply stay put and he'd send the driver to come by and get him in the morning. There was no point in his brother leaving a place that was already safe, right?

So, the next thing to do was get drunk, at least in Joseph's opinion. It was also another reason he had told his brother to stay put. Still, he didn't want to be alone tonight, so he had put out a few calls to the people that he knew and even fought together with today, inviting them to come over if they so happened to want to do so. Sitting in his study, he stared at his glass of scotch, not quite ready to down it yet for whatever reason.

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[quen]

"Some day, wasn't it?"

Quen knew he was stating the painfully obvious, but what else could one say about the day they'd just had? He took a sip of his own drink, glad of the burn of it in his throat which made him feel somehow more grounded. Today had been surreal - like a Captain Mystery episode come to life.

He'd checked in on his grandmother after the Founder's Day incident, and made sure she had Joseph's number if anything went wrong at home. He felt a little guilty leaving her on her own, but he needed to be around friends right now and they needed to discuss what they were going to do now.

[joseph_kendall]

"That was most definitely 'some day,'" Joseph said with a slight laugh. He thought the first time with the hunter had been insane. Oh no, not in the least. It did not quite compare to what had happened today at all. He had no idea what to make of it.

"What do you think is going to happen now?" he asked, finally taking a sip of the drink he had been holding in his hand.

[quen]

"Ideally, the town will put some sort of defense in place now that they know what's going on," Quen said, though his voice contained a bit of the uncertainty he felt on that score.

He rotated his glass slightly to watch the amber liquid inside swirl. "Ideally. But we can't count on that. What Fred was saying about a communal shelter. What Vito was saying about getting folks together and making sure they are armed. That's what needs to happen next. And we've got to make sure that does happen, before those -- whatever they weres-- make their next move."

He wasn't entirely sure what that next move was likely to be. Maybe they'd stopped the whole invasion at Founder's Day and things would go back to normal... but that seemed a long shot.

He looked up from his drink to Joseph, studying his fellow actor's face. "What do you think?"

[joseph_kendall]

"I suppose that would be ideal...but who knows how long that will take to happen," Joseph mused, sipping at his drink again. Quen was right, they couldn't count on that at all. They were going to need to take care of themselves.

"I only hope that they aren't organized enough to really make a 'move,'" Joseph said, although that was a little more to himself. "What were those things? Does anyone know?"

He looked up when Quen asked him what he thought. "Not terribly sure," he admitted. "I don't have a fallout shelter, but I do have a pretty well stocked basement." OK, it was half stocked with liquor, but there were things like food down there as well. "I'm not armed to the teeth like some people, but I do own my own guns." He sighed, reaching up and rubbing his face. "What about you?"

[quen]

"I'm afraid Captain Mystery's fortress is just a television studio set," Quen admitted, a little sheepishly. "I live in a modest two-story that's outfitted more for my grandmother's comfort than any defense."

He had another small sip of scotch while he organized his thoughts. "I do have an extensive library though. These creatures seem like something that could've come out of one of the stories. Maybe there's a legend or bit of lore that contains a grain of actual truth- I find that's often the case, you know."

And another sheepish confession. "Though I seemed to do alright with the hammer, I'm much more used to stage props than any actual means of defense. I suppose I shall need to buy a gun and learn to shoot it."

A bit of the ol' captain mystery grin came back though when he added. "I'm keeping the hammer though. Seriously. It's great for knocking them off their feet."

[joseph_kendall]

"I'm sure if, worst comes to worst, you could always bring your grandmother and hide out here with me," Joseph offered. It wasn't as if he and his brother used even half of the rooms in this place. He wasn't even sure if some of these rooms had anything in them.

"You're right. Those creatures might be in one of your books." Those things they had fought today looked like something that had come out of a nightmare, so why wouldn't they be in some book somewhere? It made enough sense to Joseph, anyway.

"I can teach you how to use a gun if you'd like," Joseph offered. "I'm sure Fred is going to be overwhelmed with requests after this today."

"You did do awfully good with that hammer. I'd keep it, too, if I were you."

[quen]

"I'd like that a lot," Quen said, in regards to the gun training. He felt comfortable with Joseph, and he suspected that his friend would be a good teacher.

In regards to the hammer, Quen laughed and made a modest little gesture. "Oh, well you know-- I guess I got a bit carried away with it. Felt like I was doing a show, in a way. Maybe that helps though."

He pondered that, having another sip of his drink as he thought. "We have to do what we can for the town. Lord knows that the mayor isn't going to get out there on the front lines of town defense."

[joseph_kendall]

"Well, whenever you're ready, we'll get you started with some rifle training. I admit I'm not as good with a shotgun, but with those, it's a good bit more of just pointing and squeezing the trigger," Joseph said. He hoped that he would be a good teacher for his friend, anyway.

"I'd say that it helps in a way." It helped to not think of those things as the people that they still looked like, he supposed it would work better to think that it was part of the show.

He nodded at Quen's statement that they should do what they could. "But what all can we do, do you think?" he asked him. Yes, the mayor wasn't going to jump into the front lines, but he was at a loss at what all they should be doing.