I recently started an Apocalypse World game with my online gaming group. My major intention is to follow the development of a single Apocalypse World setting and set of characters over the course 20+ sessions.
This week we continue the first session after completing character creation and begin to explore the world and relations we created.
As in my earlier actual play reports, small green text indicates out of character talk, mechanics and other game aspects outside of the fiction.
Our main characters are:
- Billie Ray Tallahassee "BRT" (the Ruin Runner) is a bastard seeking revenge on the man who killed his mother. Of mixed Asian-American heritage, this young man has a narrow frame and nimble fingers. He keeps his beard and hair short, and he wears armor/clothing derived from protective motorcycle gear and hunting clothing.
- Gator (the Gunlugger) is an assassin and part-time bodyguard who wears customized scrounged armor made from Kevlar and ceramic inserts. Camouflaged for the jungle, his face was ruined in a fight with an alligator. His eyes are always sizing things up and his brutal life has left his body a hard sheet of muscle.
- November Orleans (the Skinner): descended from a family which left New Orleans before it sank, she is a beautiful woman of mixed heritage with dark eyes and skin, a sweet face and lush body. She dresses herself in a mix of scavenged clothing that somehow works together and wears a necklace made from rows of antique coins which jingles and shines as she moves. Her main profession is as a dancer, especially belly dancing, but she has a sideline business in cooking.
- Violet Jefferson (the Touchstone) is descended by survivalists and her clothing and gear reflects her origins. Plain looking but fit, she carries a pocket copy of the Federalist papers and founding documents of the United States of America, an idea she hopes to revive. She is Stumpland to spend the summer with her Aunt and Uncle.
Welcome to Stumpland
The sun slowly climbs higher in the sky above the muddy amphitheater of Stumpland. Several people clean the cracked wooden benches surrounding the central "stage" while others assemble a bonfire in preparation for the Gathering later that evening."What is BRT up to?" I ask. "Is there place he stays every time he is in town?"
"Yes, someplace he feels safe."
"Like somebody's house or a saloon?"
"Someone's house," the Ruin Runner clarifies, "someone he feels comfortable with."
"So Matilda's, Hurricane's niece? He's got a big family. What's her house like?"
"Not too big, but with a wood floor."
"So on stilts to stay dry?"
"Yeah with hammocks inside."
"So what is it you trade around here? Not food obviously."
"Scrap metal and cooking utensils."
"Where do you scavenge that stuff?"
BRT explains he has a place fairly close by where he can get the scrap but isn't safe for other people to go.
"What makes it so dangerous?"
He tells me the structures are unstable. They are near the coast. The damage from the water and storms is rotting away the foundations and destroying the reinforced concrete. There are a lot of old box stores there as well as hotels.
"Have you confided in Matilda about your vendetta or who you are looking for?"
BRT admits he would have eventually.
BRT enters town. The scavenger ignores the people preparing the meeting site. Instead he makes his way to Matilda's. The well-built hut sits high above the swampy earth on a set of stilts. He quickly climbs up the rope ladder near the front.
As he reaches the porch, the dark-haired woman greets him. "Hey Billy Ray, good to see you."
"You too Matilda, " he says, hefting himself up. "How are things going on around here?"
"They're going," she says with a broken smile. "We need some scrap metal though. Rover's gone and wrecked the only pickup in town."
"They need scrap metal or they need something bigger?" BRT says, already sensing the answer.
The older woman looks down with a frown. "They need something bigger. They are trying to replace the axle."
"Oh," he says grimly.
"Yeah, you wouldn't have a line on something like that would you?" she says looking back up at him.
"I'd have to see the kind of truck, see if I can source it."
"I'm sure Hurricane would be happy to let you have a look. If you can fix it."
"I think I know where I can get that, depending on what I see," he tells her.
"Well, let's head over there."
"Where does Gator go when he comes to town?" I ask.
He tells us he heads to either the local drinking/entertainment establishment or to see Gunge.
I reply that Gunge lives outside of town and is hard to get a hold of. He should be here in the evening however.
"What about November?"
Prior to the Gathering, she says she'd be getting spices for making the jerky.
I tell them there is an establishment near the gathering site run by a fellow known as Jackbird. He is an odd ball, dressed in a nice polyester suit. Supposedly he blew in 4 or 5 years ago on the now grounded ship that sits behind his shop. He provides only source of alcohol in town as well as selling spices and other items.
"Where is Violet?" I ask for moment until I realize as a member of the community (at least partially) she might be asked to help with the repairs on the pickup. She agrees she would be there.
As the two clamber down to weed peppered ground, BRT's keen eyes spot Gator walking into Jackbird's. A white ship sits awkwardly behind the shop, dwarfing most of the structures in Stumpland. BRT directs Matilda to take the long way around.
Inside the well armed warrior finds November perusing Jackbird's eclectic collection of goods. Gator peels his eyes off the gorgeous woman and sits down at the makeshift bar.
"Give me a glass of that swill you call alcohol...or paint thinner," Gator barks.
The man behind the bar in the white polyester suit turns around and yells at the corner just to the left of Gator, "Swill you say? Swill!?"
Gator glances at the empty corner then back at Jackbird. The fair-haired man ducks under the bar. A gurgling noise drifts up from below and a moment later Jackbird reappears with a dingy glass filled with a ciderish looking liquid in his hand. He plops it down in front of Gator.
The scarred man sniffs at it warily. Assured that it is indeed alcoholic, he raises the glass to November. "Here hot stuff."
As he downs the drink, Jackbird leans in. "So my dear fellow I suppose you are here about the job offer."
Gator hides his confusion. "Sure."
"Excellent, so...," Jackbird pauses dramatically. "It is an exceedingly large problem for me. So I would appreciate you taking care of this for me quickly."
"What's the problem?"
"Didn't my agent explain? I need you to-" He stops and looks around. "My brother is coming to town. I need you to remove him for me."
Back in his comfort zone, Gator asks, "What kind of permanency you looking for?"
Jackbird looks over Gator's shoulder where the butt of his sniper rifle juts out. "I think you know what kind."
"Can you cover my fee?"
"I can cover your fee. Yes, yes," he says excitedly. "I have just the thing in the back."
"What's that?" he asks.
"I'm not going to bring it out here where the locals can see it!"
"Fine. But remember to pay the fee," Gator says with a knowing look.
"Right." Jackbird then describes his brother, Dustwich. He gives a description quite similar to his own: thin, clean-shaven, pale skinned. "We are cut from the same cloth but his hair is darker. He should be arriving this evening."
As Jackbird finalizes his deal with the assassin, November listens in. She gathers the herbs she will need for the alligator jerky. Jackbird's shelves are filled with a variety of items: crystalware, pristine shot glasses, an impressive array of fishing gear, and a shelf of tourists souvenirs.
After a couple of minutes the heavily armed and armored man leaves. November approaches the bar and puts her purchases on Hurricane's tab. Then she asks Jackbird, "What do you have in the back?"
Our first roll of the game! November rolls Manipulate a person on Jackbird. She gets a 7. So he'll need some payment up front to let her see what he plans to pay Gator with. She also marks experience.
"I have a bit of this and that. I have a particular item you'd find interesting. I suppose if you let me in on that home cooking magic I could spare you a glance."
November seem confused at what he wants, so Jackbird attempts to clarify. "It is one thing to have a fish but another to know how to fish. A recipe, a recipe, my dear woman."
"For what?" she asks. "What do you catch around here?"
"Mostly get gators," he sighs.
"I thought we were talking fish," she says eyeing the fishing gear.
"The coast is 20 miles that way," he replies. "There are crocodiles and pythons between here and there."
"I have a good recipe for python."
"Really?" He considers the offer. "The pythons are winning out over the gators," he mutters. "Yes, it is a deal."
"You have most of what you need right here," she says as Jackbird pulls out a piece of paper and begins jotting down the instructions.
50 yards away on the other side of town, a crowd gathers around a rusty pickup propped up on cinder blocks. Violet looks on as a white-haired man pulls himself out from under the faded blue jeep.
The old man looks up at Hurricane. The muscular figure asks, "Can it be fixed? Maybe with a log?"
Hurricane is the biggest healthiest man in town. It is good to be the hardholder.
"We can't just replace it with a piece of wood", Rover tells him. "You don't understand. We need a new axle. If we had welding gear or something like that maybe we could make a new one ourselves but we don't. We don't have anything like that."
Matilda and BRT mix with the crowd. BRT pushes through and takes a look under the vehicle. The axle is destroyed, worn away by rust and time. Craning his head, he sees room for a lot more repairs as well.
Where could I get new axle? BRT asks.
The highway but you would have to go through the swamp, avoid the highway gangs, and then haul it back here.
BRT gets back up and approaches the two men. "Hurricane, sir?"
"Yeah?"
"I know a place were we could get one but I'll need protection and muscle to get it."
"We need this fixed."
"I'll be perfectly honest with you on my own I can't get it. It's not a matter of will."
Hurricane sizes him up. "You've brought us plenty of scrap before. Where were you thinking you could pick this up?"
BRT fills him in on his plan. Plenty of axles could be salvaged from the highway. But he will need to make his way through the swamp and the gangs. "I'd need time to flip a truck."
"I can't spare men to fight gangs," the big man says. He looks around and frowns. "I have little enough to defend this place. I'm sorry."
"That's the only place I can get this from," the scavenger says.
"Let me think on it," Hurricane says running a scarred hand through his blond hair. His frown deepens. "Damn it, damn it," he says kicking the truck angrily.
What do you do?
"Let me know you want to do," BRT says as he watches Hurricane throw a tantrum. "I'll be at Matilda's house."
"Fuck off," he tells him.
What is Violet doing during the tantrum?
As she is thinking, I have an idea.
As BRT wanders off Hurricane calls out. "What a minute." He turns to Violet. "Uh, Jefferson. You got something you need to be doing here? Maybe you could protect BRT while he gets us a new axle."
"I can do that," she says.
"Okay you need at least two other people to carry the axle back," he says stroking his chin. "Fuck."
He points at two members of the crowd. "You and you. You join them out there, get the axle, get back quick as possible, and don't get eaten by pythons."
Dice and Kal look at each other. The portly man shrugs at the lean rugged teen in cargo pants.
A short distance away, Matilda approaches BRT. She looks around for second and then asks, "you said you were looking for someone with a weird tattoo?"
"Yeah, a sword and flag," he says with a hint of excitement.
"There was this rumor about a gang called the Wild Eyes. They all had sword tattoos. It was their thing. I heard one of the families that moved in used to ride with them."
"Really?"
"I can do some more digging if you want," she says.
"Sure but don't put yourself in any danger."
"Alright," she says.
"This dude isn't a nice guy," he warns her.
"Sounds kind of dangerous." She steps closer. "Since I'm doing this favor for you I was wondering if you could do one for me."
"What you looking for?"
"Well you see...I knew this guy once by the name of Corbett." she says haltingly, looking away. "He and I were sweethearts back in the day. He went over the wrong hill. You know what can happen sometimes."
"Yes."
"I saw him recently," she chokes. "He's in chains now. In Bowdy's crew. He's a slave."
"So you need something to buy him with?" BRT asks.
"Buy him, steal him, whatever," she says looking him in the eyes.
"Stealing is not safe in this town," he says. "So you are going to buy him or buy Gator."
She nods. "So I track this guy down for you, you'll help me get Corbett back?"
"Whatever happens I'll try to get some barter for you," he assures her.
"Alright," she says, glancing over his shoulder as Hurricane arranges for BRT's 'assistants'. "Good luck to you."
"Thanks, I think I might need it," he says as he turns to the approaching figures.
"There you are," Violet says. She gestures behind her at the leather clad teen and machete wielding fat man. "So Hurricane asked us to go look for that axle you told us about.You need people to help you lift it, that's us."
BRT looks up at the sky. "Okay get your rations. It will probably be a couple of days, four tops. If it is more than four we are in real trouble. We leave in the morning."
"Got it," she says.
"We leave in the morning when its hot and the gators are not active."
The other players discuss the legitimacy of whether the gators would be docile in the heat. I side with BRT on environmental issues. In other words these alligators have this behavior. Perhaps they are mutants? They've survived the pythons at least.
After a further digression of giant gators fighting giant pythons and whether I'd allow a beast master in the game (yes), we return to the story.
Back at Jackbird's, November follows the strange shop owner out the back door of his business and straight into a gash in the yacht's hull.
He leads her through a network of narrow metal corridors. Occasional small light bulbs provide a modicum of light, powered presumably by the generator she can hear rattling away deeper within the ship.
They pass boxes of crystalware, fishing gear, and even a couple of chandlers. Jackbird moves a harpoon out of the way as he opens up a closet door.
Inside November makes out some sort of high-tech stuff, including a tablet of some sort, a harpoon gun, and a strange device with coiled tubes coming out of it. Jackbird however points to the two large canisters sitting next to a crumpled wet suit.
November's eyes widen. "I've heard about these things. They let you breath underwater."
"Breath underwater or where you don't want to breathe the world," Jackbird says proudly.
"Does it work?"
"Of course it works!"
"I didn't mean to offend," she says wiping a canister with a finger. As she looks at the thick layer of dust, she mentions that he will need clean work space if he is going to make the python dish.
Jackbird sputters, "Well I haven't needed to use it much. I've been saving it if I had to go to the city. I don't want to be breathing in the spores. I don't need a case of the climbers."
And our fungal disease gets a name.
"How did the ship get here?" November asks.
"It was the storm!" he say throwing his hands in the air.
"Really?"
"Why do I have to keep explaining this? No one believes me about the storm." He starts gesturing wildly. "I was out at sea, the storm blew in. There was lightning and weird balls of stuff and I got blown here."
"Alright," she says hoping to calm him.
"And everybody's like 'there wasn't a freaking rain drop'," he mutters.
November chooses to Open her brain to the psychic maelstrom to learn more about the ship. She gets a 10. I ask first what is it like when you open your mind to the psychic maelstrom?
November says it is a form of over-stimulation which then resolves itself into a pattern.
She also marks experience.
Intrigued by the strange tale, November reaches out with her mind. Besides her own breathing, she hears the distant rumbling of the generator. Slowly she makes out the creaks and groans of the ship shifting in the midday heat. The glare of the bulb overhead becomes painful while the darkness around her becomes absolute. Suddenly she is hit by the thick smell of the ocean. Her head rocks as if the ship itself was swaying on the sea.
"Like the ship is at sea right now?"
"Yes."
In her confusion, it feels like the ship is both sitting here on the damp earth of Stumpland and that it is drifting on a vast ocean. She reaches out to steady herself and for a moment her hand does not connect with the wall. As if it wasn't really there.
Gator, what are you up to?
Looking for work, waiting for Dustwich to show up, waiting until Gunge arrives.
Outside Gator tries to talk to the locals but whether it is his face or fact that none of them have left Stumpland in 3 years, no one is interested in his services. He is about to give up when he hears the rumble of an engine coming down the north road.
A few minutes later a banged up jeep flying the Confederate flag comes through the trees and into town. A small crowd begins to grow near the amphitheater as everyone in town hears its approach.
Gator's sharp eyes pick out four people piled inside. Two of them are much larger than average making the vehicle extra cramped.
Gator asks, Does that flag mean anything to me?
Does it? I reply. The symbol is definitely familiar.
I haven't decided if I care, he says.
The jeep comes to a stop in front of the amphitheater. A huge blond-haired man steps out. Gator spots the big machete under his long shabby coat as well as some other, smaller, weapon.
He is soon joined by another tall figure, this one decked out in makeshift armor made from football padding and melted plastic. His hands are tightly clenched around his rifle.
As the giant and rifleman scan the area, a third figure emerges. His fine gold suit and bright red tie reads as the man in charge to Gator's practiced gaze. He also notes with satisfaction a family resemblance to Jackbird as well as his dark hair.
While the three men head for Jackbird's, Gator checks the driver. A wiry little woman with frizzy graying hair, she sticks inside the jeep, tending to her thick spectacles.
Gator decides to observe them for a bit. Two of them enter the shop while the giant, almost 7 feet tall, fills the doorway behind them, keeping watch. Quietly Gator slips around to the north side of Jackbird's and looks through the cracks of the boarded up window. The rattling of the generator drowns out the interior conversation.
November asks, "do I recognize this person?"
You see him as he comes into the shop. And yeah you do know him. You didn't know him by that name though. But he used to run a really fancy establishment in a hotel up north. He employed you once. But you had to leave in a hurry from that gig. Why?
"He's never had the best control over his boys," she says. "It wasn't entirely me either. He had this big extravaganza and a riot broke out with the other people. He tries to be the big man but he doesn't have what it takes to control something that big."
I turn to Gator and ask him to roll Acting Under Fire to sneak up to Jackbird's unnoticed. He gets an 8 and marks experience. I tell him he can get close by but he will have a bad view and some of the conversation may be lost in racket caused by the generator. He goes for it (and then the player has to take a phone call).
"Violet?" I say. "You definitely know that Hurricane will be coming here soon."
She asks what Dustwich might be doing here. I tell her it isn't clear. She decides to get closer to see what is going on. But she isn't hiding.
BRT decides to Read a Sitch and gets an 8. He asks where is my best escape route? He also marks experience.
There are lots of options but perhaps the best is between the two gator pens. It is a narrow path and to either side are deadly alligators.
The others take note of the visitors. Violet walks up to Jackbird's while BRT casually heads over to the gator pens in case a quick retreat becomes necessary.
She is met by the blond giant's massive hand. "Hey private business!"
Violet shrugs and finds a less obvious place to keep watch.
Her eyes are soon drawn back to the jeep where Hurricane and his local muscle are congregating.
Over by the gator pens, BRT comments, "this can't be good." He looks around quickly and relaxes a bit when he doesn't spot Matilda among the crowd.
Back inside Jackbird and November emerged from the back of the shop and directly into Dustwich and his muscle.
I neglected to ask what she was doing...oops.
The dark-haired man steps closer. "So I finally tracked you down, brother. I suppose you won't be able to hide out on your boat any longer. I can finally get this issue dealt with."
The armored goon paws at the items on the shelves of the shop while November spies a giant man barring the door.
November asks, "Do I know where Gator is?"
"You don't."
She chooses to Read a Sitch and gets an 11. What should I be on the lookout for?
Something weird is going on between these two. Jackbird's insane but both of them are freaky. There is some mind fuckery stuff going on.
What's my best way past the goon in the door?
A distraction focusing attention outside. He's so big you might be able to slip past his legs if his attention was elsewhere.
Which enemy is most vulnerable to me?
That's a tough one. The giant. He's not wearing any armor and seems otherwise mundane.
She begins to slip towards the door, step by step with the rhythm of the conversation. Through the narrow gap between the giant and the door she spies Hurricane's gang rolling up on the jeep. She tenses and waits for the best time to point it out.
Next we wait for Gator to return and fill him in.
Just outside shop, Gator can see the figures moving around inside but only hears snippets of the conversation. Something about a "brother", "won't be able to hide", and "issue dealt with". He tenses as Dustwich raises his voice.
"Hey, none of your valuables is leaving here Jackbird," Dustwich says pointing at November. "Stay. We've got to sort this out." He turns back to his brother. "The little thing about who owns what."
In retrospect I think I should have asked November to roll Acting under fire in her escape plan at this point rather than have her be simply spotted. Oh well.
"I don't want any trouble," Jackbird says. "I just want to stay out of this. I don't want to be a part of this."
November takes a step toward him. "I'm a little offended you don't recognize me."
"What-," Dustwich says surprised. His eyes suddenly narrow. "You ran out on me."
"I ran out with the whole crowd," she says sourly. "People tend to do that when the place is burning down. I didn't know you took it personal."
"I lost everything in that fire," he stammers, turning red. He turns back to Jackbird, "you-you still have the boat!"
November uses that distraction to creep two steps closer to the door, just behind the giant.
Back outside, BRT waits anxiously by the gator pits as Hurricane and his men surround the jeep. Most of them are ogling it while a pair watch the shop nervously. Kal gives the tires a kick. Violet sensing Hurricane intends to seize the jeep, marches over muttering about respect for personal property.
Gator asks who is by the jeep. I tell him Hurricane and a half-dozen poorly armed men. He decides to head in that direction.
Gator's sharp eyes take this in and he abandons his position to deal with the brewing trouble by the jeep.
"This is a sweet ride," Hurricane says to Dice. "We could hook a wagon up to this."
As the big man leans on the hood of the car, the driver clutches the wheel with a white knuckled grip. "Go away! Go away!" she shouts, leaning on the horn. The jeep gives out a muted blare.
"Hey Hurricane," Gator calls out. "Looks like you are in need of a ride."
"Oh...hey Gator," Hurricane says flatly.
Violet ignores the men and walks over to the driver's side door. "Are they are bothering you?" she asks.
November points out that the horn would distract the giant. I ask her to roll Acting under fire. She gets a +1 bonus from her earlier reading of the situation and rolls a hard hit (10+).
Do you go left or right? I ask.
Back in the shop, November seizes her chance. As the giant focuses his attention on the jeep, she slips out of the door to the right, making her way toward Hurricane's place and away from Gator and the growing trouble.
Or as November says, she is avoiding a fight with "lots of people with more weapons and armor than me."
Meanwhile at the jeep, Hurricane tells Gator, "I hadn't realized you were in town."
"Passing through."
"I still have some nephews," Hurricane jokes darkly.
"Well as long as they don't cause any trouble with people who can pay. You could pay," Gator suggests. As Hurricane narrows his lips, he adds, "bygones, bygones. Looks like you need a new truck."
I point out that Gator is trying to get something out of Hurricane for offing Dustwich (and being paid twice for the same job to boot). I ask him to roll Manipulate a person. Unsurprisingly he fails with a 5.
I consider which hard move to make and decide on a few things.
As the two chat, the blond giant draws a 9mm and fires a warning shot at the crowd.
Yes the big guy gets the small gun.
As the crowd turns, the woman behind the wheel guns the engine. "I'm going to get the fuck out of here," she says rolling up the window.
Then Stumpland is shaken by a loud rumble as a flash of green and yellow light comes from within Jackbird's.
Announce future badness? Done.
What does everyone do?
BRT: run away.
November Opens her brain, focusing on what happened in the shop. She gets an 8 and marks experience.
As BRT races for the edge of Stumpland, November turns and looks back at Jackbird's. The sounds of the gun and explosion echo in her ears as her nose picks up a whiff of ozone in the air. Some sort of release of energy, like a bolt of lighting arcing between two things, just happened in there.
What is the weirdest thing you've seen? I ask her.
She tells me her family practices voodoo. It is not her thing personally but she has some experience with zombie powder. But recent events may top that.
Gator and Violet both Read a sitch. Gator gets an 8 and marks experience while Violet gets an impressive 12.
While Violet finds the list of possible questions, Gator asks, "What should I be on the lookout for?"
Vehicular manslaughter, I tell him. The driver intends to bust out of here and run over anyone in her way.
Violet asks which enemy is the biggest threat?
Out here? The woman driver.
What should I be on the lookout for?
Something weird is happening in that shop so anything leaving the shop would be bad news.
Who is in control here?
Hmm, ask again later. Or I guess whoever Gator sides with.
As the driver gets the jeep in gear, Violet quickly tries to get her to calm down. But she seems to ignore her and the jeep lurches forward a couple of inches.
I point out Violet can use Towering presence to get the driver to stop. She does so, rolling a total of 8 (I forgot to remind her to add the +1 from reading the situation). Looking over my choices I consider running Violet over but choose to freeze.
Violet fires her gun into the air and shout, "stop the jeep!"
The woman inside takes her hands away from the wheel and freezes. Violet walks up to the window and tells her that she is not going to hurt her.
At this point I also decide they are in a battle (shots fired, violence imminent) and ask Violet to Indomitable. She gets a 13. After discussing her options, I remind her to mark experience for the previous two rolls.
What is Gator going to do? I ask.
Shooting somebody is his answer. After making it clear that the woman in the jeep is not going after him. He takes a shot at the giant using his ap sniper rifle. I decide against any roll. It is a clear shot on a sunny day. No one is going to missing. They exchange harm.
At the same time a red dot appears on the blond giant as Gator takes aim with his sniper rifle. The huge man notices it and takes a quick shot back. The force of the shot knocks the assassin prone even as Gator's bullet perforates the giant's lungs and slices through an artery.
The giant takes 3-harm and is effectively dead. Gator take 2-harm but his armor absorbs it all. He then rolls harm +0 and get a 7 on the harm move. I chose that he slips on the muddy ground and is now prone.
The giant presses a hand to his chest and looks bewildered at the blood. "What is going on?" he sputters, calling back to the shop. "Hey boss, I got blood coming out of me."
I tell Gator he doesn't have to worry about him anymore. He is walking comedy.
Gator then chooses to Open his brain. This is a hard move for him and rolls a 9. I ask him what is it like when you open your mind to the psychic maelstrom?
He tells us it's like being in the jungle: the smells, sounds, the feel of the vegetation.
Gator picks himself up off the slippery mud. The smell of blood in the air awakens a primal part of his mind. The nearby scent of the marsh fills his nose and he can feel the mass of plant matter, the sloshing of the gators in their pens, and something else. Inside Jackbird's, he feels something that isn't part of nature, something that isn't physical like a python or panther. Something like a storm.
Meanwhile Violet tells the driver, "roll down the window. We'll talk this out."
Hesitantly the frizzy haired woman starts to roll down the window. Suddenly she is showered by glass as one of Hurricane's boys smashes in the other window with a metal rod.
November takes cover while even farther out BRT stays within sight of the conflict, hidden but able to gauge who the winners are. Hurricane's men are pounding on the jeep while the giant slowly sinks to his knees in a pool of his own blood.
Towering presence time again. Violet gets a strong hit this time. And more experience.
"Hey! stop this," Violet commands, hand loose around her pistol.
Hurricane's men all look at her as if noticing the menace about her for the first time. Nervously they look to their leader.
"We need a vehicle," Hurricane says, his eyes flickering up the north road. "If we don't get gator meat to Deg up the road, he's going to send his goons and wipe us all out."
She stands between him and the jeep. "We agreed we would go and take care of it. But if we go provoking people by taking this kind of action then someone will definitely come wipe us out."
With combat defusing, I ask Violet for a Manipulate a person roll. She gets a 6. I point out that Gator could try to help her to get a +1 and succeed.
He is unwilling. "I like you and all but I think we need this jeep."
"And I think this is wrong," she tells him.
I consider what hard move to make. I thought about running Violet over again but that boat had sailed. What I did do was...a bit weirder than I had intended for the game.
Such is the curse of improvising.
As Violet and Hurricane stare each other down. a second rumbles comes from Jackbird's. With another flash of light, the boarded up windows are blown open.
A moment later, a figure emerges covered in greenish-yellow light. The brilliance makes it hard to determine if it is Dustwich or Jackbird. What is clear is that he is laughing maniacally.
Gator asks if it could be the other guy, the goon.
No. What do you do?
Gator takes cover while November ask how she could figure out which one the figure is?
I tell her should could try Reading a sitch, Act under fire to get a closer look, or Open her brain to sense if it is Dustwich. She chooses the latter and gets a 12 (as well as another experience).
November squints and looks into the light. The figure is blinding with an electric crackle about him. His clothing, even cloaked in light, seems shiny. An aura of power surrounds him, an electric field that seems more ornament than practical. She sense that even this isn't enough. The man desires more, more power, more light. Dustwich.
Violet asks which way is he headed.
Toward you or at least the jeep.
BRT hides and starts thinking what is worth scavenging here.
I asks what people are doing but no one wants to deal with him. It is also near the end of our gaming time. With everyone heading for cover, I wind things down a touch.
Behind him a soft green glow covers Jackbird's boat like an eerie St. Elmo's fire. Still laughing he walks up to the jeep and gets in. Electricity still arcing off of him, he tells the driver, "Leave, drive on."
November what name she knew him by.
I tell her Silver.
As the jeep disappears down the road, Gator slips into Jackbird's shop. The interior is smashed up, broken shelves, shattered glass and scattered burn marks. A smoldering bones and molten plastic lies in a pile in the far corner.
"Hey Jackbird?" Gator shouts.
A low moan comes from the back. The killer pushes past the shattered back door and into the corridors beyond.
There he finds an ancient man in a rotting suit on the floor. "He took it," the man says toothlessly. "It's not his to take."
We then raise Hx. Given the limited interaction most of these where self-evident.
"I have a bit of this and that. I have a particular item you'd find interesting. I suppose if you let me in on that home cooking magic I could spare you a glance."
November seem confused at what he wants, so Jackbird attempts to clarify. "It is one thing to have a fish but another to know how to fish. A recipe, a recipe, my dear woman."
"For what?" she asks. "What do you catch around here?"
"Mostly get gators," he sighs.
"I thought we were talking fish," she says eyeing the fishing gear.
"The coast is 20 miles that way," he replies. "There are crocodiles and pythons between here and there."
"I have a good recipe for python."
"Really?" He considers the offer. "The pythons are winning out over the gators," he mutters. "Yes, it is a deal."
"You have most of what you need right here," she says as Jackbird pulls out a piece of paper and begins jotting down the instructions.
50 yards away on the other side of town, a crowd gathers around a rusty pickup propped up on cinder blocks. Violet looks on as a white-haired man pulls himself out from under the faded blue jeep.
The old man looks up at Hurricane. The muscular figure asks, "Can it be fixed? Maybe with a log?"
Hurricane is the biggest healthiest man in town. It is good to be the hardholder.
"We can't just replace it with a piece of wood", Rover tells him. "You don't understand. We need a new axle. If we had welding gear or something like that maybe we could make a new one ourselves but we don't. We don't have anything like that."
Matilda and BRT mix with the crowd. BRT pushes through and takes a look under the vehicle. The axle is destroyed, worn away by rust and time. Craning his head, he sees room for a lot more repairs as well.
Where could I get new axle? BRT asks.
The highway but you would have to go through the swamp, avoid the highway gangs, and then haul it back here.
BRT gets back up and approaches the two men. "Hurricane, sir?"
"Yeah?"
"I know a place were we could get one but I'll need protection and muscle to get it."
"We need this fixed."
"I'll be perfectly honest with you on my own I can't get it. It's not a matter of will."
Hurricane sizes him up. "You've brought us plenty of scrap before. Where were you thinking you could pick this up?"
BRT fills him in on his plan. Plenty of axles could be salvaged from the highway. But he will need to make his way through the swamp and the gangs. "I'd need time to flip a truck."
"I can't spare men to fight gangs," the big man says. He looks around and frowns. "I have little enough to defend this place. I'm sorry."
"That's the only place I can get this from," the scavenger says.
"Let me think on it," Hurricane says running a scarred hand through his blond hair. His frown deepens. "Damn it, damn it," he says kicking the truck angrily.
What do you do?
"Let me know you want to do," BRT says as he watches Hurricane throw a tantrum. "I'll be at Matilda's house."
"Fuck off," he tells him.
What is Violet doing during the tantrum?
As she is thinking, I have an idea.
As BRT wanders off Hurricane calls out. "What a minute." He turns to Violet. "Uh, Jefferson. You got something you need to be doing here? Maybe you could protect BRT while he gets us a new axle."
"I can do that," she says.
"Okay you need at least two other people to carry the axle back," he says stroking his chin. "Fuck."
He points at two members of the crowd. "You and you. You join them out there, get the axle, get back quick as possible, and don't get eaten by pythons."
Dice and Kal look at each other. The portly man shrugs at the lean rugged teen in cargo pants.
A short distance away, Matilda approaches BRT. She looks around for second and then asks, "you said you were looking for someone with a weird tattoo?"
"Yeah, a sword and flag," he says with a hint of excitement.
"There was this rumor about a gang called the Wild Eyes. They all had sword tattoos. It was their thing. I heard one of the families that moved in used to ride with them."
"Really?"
"I can do some more digging if you want," she says.
"Sure but don't put yourself in any danger."
"Alright," she says.
"This dude isn't a nice guy," he warns her.
"Sounds kind of dangerous." She steps closer. "Since I'm doing this favor for you I was wondering if you could do one for me."
"What you looking for?"
"Well you see...I knew this guy once by the name of Corbett." she says haltingly, looking away. "He and I were sweethearts back in the day. He went over the wrong hill. You know what can happen sometimes."
"Yes."
"I saw him recently," she chokes. "He's in chains now. In Bowdy's crew. He's a slave."
"So you need something to buy him with?" BRT asks.
"Buy him, steal him, whatever," she says looking him in the eyes.
"Stealing is not safe in this town," he says. "So you are going to buy him or buy Gator."
She nods. "So I track this guy down for you, you'll help me get Corbett back?"
"Whatever happens I'll try to get some barter for you," he assures her.
"Alright," she says, glancing over his shoulder as Hurricane arranges for BRT's 'assistants'. "Good luck to you."
"Thanks, I think I might need it," he says as he turns to the approaching figures.
"There you are," Violet says. She gestures behind her at the leather clad teen and machete wielding fat man. "So Hurricane asked us to go look for that axle you told us about.You need people to help you lift it, that's us."
BRT looks up at the sky. "Okay get your rations. It will probably be a couple of days, four tops. If it is more than four we are in real trouble. We leave in the morning."
"Got it," she says.
"We leave in the morning when its hot and the gators are not active."
The other players discuss the legitimacy of whether the gators would be docile in the heat. I side with BRT on environmental issues. In other words these alligators have this behavior. Perhaps they are mutants? They've survived the pythons at least.
After a further digression of giant gators fighting giant pythons and whether I'd allow a beast master in the game (yes), we return to the story.
Back at Jackbird's, November follows the strange shop owner out the back door of his business and straight into a gash in the yacht's hull.
He leads her through a network of narrow metal corridors. Occasional small light bulbs provide a modicum of light, powered presumably by the generator she can hear rattling away deeper within the ship.
They pass boxes of crystalware, fishing gear, and even a couple of chandlers. Jackbird moves a harpoon out of the way as he opens up a closet door.
Inside November makes out some sort of high-tech stuff, including a tablet of some sort, a harpoon gun, and a strange device with coiled tubes coming out of it. Jackbird however points to the two large canisters sitting next to a crumpled wet suit.
November's eyes widen. "I've heard about these things. They let you breath underwater."
"Breath underwater or where you don't want to breathe the world," Jackbird says proudly.
"Does it work?"
"Of course it works!"
"I didn't mean to offend," she says wiping a canister with a finger. As she looks at the thick layer of dust, she mentions that he will need clean work space if he is going to make the python dish.
Jackbird sputters, "Well I haven't needed to use it much. I've been saving it if I had to go to the city. I don't want to be breathing in the spores. I don't need a case of the climbers."
And our fungal disease gets a name.
"How did the ship get here?" November asks.
"It was the storm!" he say throwing his hands in the air.
"Really?"
"Why do I have to keep explaining this? No one believes me about the storm." He starts gesturing wildly. "I was out at sea, the storm blew in. There was lightning and weird balls of stuff and I got blown here."
"Alright," she says hoping to calm him.
"And everybody's like 'there wasn't a freaking rain drop'," he mutters.
November chooses to Open her brain to the psychic maelstrom to learn more about the ship. She gets a 10. I ask first what is it like when you open your mind to the psychic maelstrom?
November says it is a form of over-stimulation which then resolves itself into a pattern.
She also marks experience.
Intrigued by the strange tale, November reaches out with her mind. Besides her own breathing, she hears the distant rumbling of the generator. Slowly she makes out the creaks and groans of the ship shifting in the midday heat. The glare of the bulb overhead becomes painful while the darkness around her becomes absolute. Suddenly she is hit by the thick smell of the ocean. Her head rocks as if the ship itself was swaying on the sea.
"Like the ship is at sea right now?"
"Yes."
In her confusion, it feels like the ship is both sitting here on the damp earth of Stumpland and that it is drifting on a vast ocean. She reaches out to steady herself and for a moment her hand does not connect with the wall. As if it wasn't really there.
Gator, what are you up to?
Looking for work, waiting for Dustwich to show up, waiting until Gunge arrives.
Outside Gator tries to talk to the locals but whether it is his face or fact that none of them have left Stumpland in 3 years, no one is interested in his services. He is about to give up when he hears the rumble of an engine coming down the north road.
A few minutes later a banged up jeep flying the Confederate flag comes through the trees and into town. A small crowd begins to grow near the amphitheater as everyone in town hears its approach.
Gator's sharp eyes pick out four people piled inside. Two of them are much larger than average making the vehicle extra cramped.
Gator asks, Does that flag mean anything to me?
Does it? I reply. The symbol is definitely familiar.
I haven't decided if I care, he says.
The jeep comes to a stop in front of the amphitheater. A huge blond-haired man steps out. Gator spots the big machete under his long shabby coat as well as some other, smaller, weapon.
He is soon joined by another tall figure, this one decked out in makeshift armor made from football padding and melted plastic. His hands are tightly clenched around his rifle.
As the giant and rifleman scan the area, a third figure emerges. His fine gold suit and bright red tie reads as the man in charge to Gator's practiced gaze. He also notes with satisfaction a family resemblance to Jackbird as well as his dark hair.
While the three men head for Jackbird's, Gator checks the driver. A wiry little woman with frizzy graying hair, she sticks inside the jeep, tending to her thick spectacles.
Gator decides to observe them for a bit. Two of them enter the shop while the giant, almost 7 feet tall, fills the doorway behind them, keeping watch. Quietly Gator slips around to the north side of Jackbird's and looks through the cracks of the boarded up window. The rattling of the generator drowns out the interior conversation.
November asks, "do I recognize this person?"
You see him as he comes into the shop. And yeah you do know him. You didn't know him by that name though. But he used to run a really fancy establishment in a hotel up north. He employed you once. But you had to leave in a hurry from that gig. Why?
"He's never had the best control over his boys," she says. "It wasn't entirely me either. He had this big extravaganza and a riot broke out with the other people. He tries to be the big man but he doesn't have what it takes to control something that big."
I turn to Gator and ask him to roll Acting Under Fire to sneak up to Jackbird's unnoticed. He gets an 8 and marks experience. I tell him he can get close by but he will have a bad view and some of the conversation may be lost in racket caused by the generator. He goes for it (and then the player has to take a phone call).
"Violet?" I say. "You definitely know that Hurricane will be coming here soon."
She asks what Dustwich might be doing here. I tell her it isn't clear. She decides to get closer to see what is going on. But she isn't hiding.
BRT decides to Read a Sitch and gets an 8. He asks where is my best escape route? He also marks experience.
There are lots of options but perhaps the best is between the two gator pens. It is a narrow path and to either side are deadly alligators.
The others take note of the visitors. Violet walks up to Jackbird's while BRT casually heads over to the gator pens in case a quick retreat becomes necessary.
She is met by the blond giant's massive hand. "Hey private business!"
Violet shrugs and finds a less obvious place to keep watch.
Her eyes are soon drawn back to the jeep where Hurricane and his local muscle are congregating.
Over by the gator pens, BRT comments, "this can't be good." He looks around quickly and relaxes a bit when he doesn't spot Matilda among the crowd.
Back inside Jackbird and November emerged from the back of the shop and directly into Dustwich and his muscle.
I neglected to ask what she was doing...oops.
The dark-haired man steps closer. "So I finally tracked you down, brother. I suppose you won't be able to hide out on your boat any longer. I can finally get this issue dealt with."
The armored goon paws at the items on the shelves of the shop while November spies a giant man barring the door.
November asks, "Do I know where Gator is?"
"You don't."
She chooses to Read a Sitch and gets an 11. What should I be on the lookout for?
Something weird is going on between these two. Jackbird's insane but both of them are freaky. There is some mind fuckery stuff going on.
What's my best way past the goon in the door?
A distraction focusing attention outside. He's so big you might be able to slip past his legs if his attention was elsewhere.
Which enemy is most vulnerable to me?
That's a tough one. The giant. He's not wearing any armor and seems otherwise mundane.
She begins to slip towards the door, step by step with the rhythm of the conversation. Through the narrow gap between the giant and the door she spies Hurricane's gang rolling up on the jeep. She tenses and waits for the best time to point it out.
Next we wait for Gator to return and fill him in.
Just outside shop, Gator can see the figures moving around inside but only hears snippets of the conversation. Something about a "brother", "won't be able to hide", and "issue dealt with". He tenses as Dustwich raises his voice.
"Hey, none of your valuables is leaving here Jackbird," Dustwich says pointing at November. "Stay. We've got to sort this out." He turns back to his brother. "The little thing about who owns what."
In retrospect I think I should have asked November to roll Acting under fire in her escape plan at this point rather than have her be simply spotted. Oh well.
"I don't want any trouble," Jackbird says. "I just want to stay out of this. I don't want to be a part of this."
November takes a step toward him. "I'm a little offended you don't recognize me."
"What-," Dustwich says surprised. His eyes suddenly narrow. "You ran out on me."
"I ran out with the whole crowd," she says sourly. "People tend to do that when the place is burning down. I didn't know you took it personal."
"I lost everything in that fire," he stammers, turning red. He turns back to Jackbird, "you-you still have the boat!"
November uses that distraction to creep two steps closer to the door, just behind the giant.
Back outside, BRT waits anxiously by the gator pits as Hurricane and his men surround the jeep. Most of them are ogling it while a pair watch the shop nervously. Kal gives the tires a kick. Violet sensing Hurricane intends to seize the jeep, marches over muttering about respect for personal property.
Gator asks who is by the jeep. I tell him Hurricane and a half-dozen poorly armed men. He decides to head in that direction.
Gator's sharp eyes take this in and he abandons his position to deal with the brewing trouble by the jeep.
"This is a sweet ride," Hurricane says to Dice. "We could hook a wagon up to this."
As the big man leans on the hood of the car, the driver clutches the wheel with a white knuckled grip. "Go away! Go away!" she shouts, leaning on the horn. The jeep gives out a muted blare.
"Hey Hurricane," Gator calls out. "Looks like you are in need of a ride."
"Oh...hey Gator," Hurricane says flatly.
Violet ignores the men and walks over to the driver's side door. "Are they are bothering you?" she asks.
November points out that the horn would distract the giant. I ask her to roll Acting under fire. She gets a +1 bonus from her earlier reading of the situation and rolls a hard hit (10+).
Do you go left or right? I ask.
Back in the shop, November seizes her chance. As the giant focuses his attention on the jeep, she slips out of the door to the right, making her way toward Hurricane's place and away from Gator and the growing trouble.
Or as November says, she is avoiding a fight with "lots of people with more weapons and armor than me."
Meanwhile at the jeep, Hurricane tells Gator, "I hadn't realized you were in town."
"Passing through."
"I still have some nephews," Hurricane jokes darkly.
"Well as long as they don't cause any trouble with people who can pay. You could pay," Gator suggests. As Hurricane narrows his lips, he adds, "bygones, bygones. Looks like you need a new truck."
I point out that Gator is trying to get something out of Hurricane for offing Dustwich (and being paid twice for the same job to boot). I ask him to roll Manipulate a person. Unsurprisingly he fails with a 5.
I consider which hard move to make and decide on a few things.
As the two chat, the blond giant draws a 9mm and fires a warning shot at the crowd.
Yes the big guy gets the small gun.
As the crowd turns, the woman behind the wheel guns the engine. "I'm going to get the fuck out of here," she says rolling up the window.
Then Stumpland is shaken by a loud rumble as a flash of green and yellow light comes from within Jackbird's.
Announce future badness? Done.
What does everyone do?
BRT: run away.
November Opens her brain, focusing on what happened in the shop. She gets an 8 and marks experience.
As BRT races for the edge of Stumpland, November turns and looks back at Jackbird's. The sounds of the gun and explosion echo in her ears as her nose picks up a whiff of ozone in the air. Some sort of release of energy, like a bolt of lighting arcing between two things, just happened in there.
What is the weirdest thing you've seen? I ask her.
She tells me her family practices voodoo. It is not her thing personally but she has some experience with zombie powder. But recent events may top that.
Gator and Violet both Read a sitch. Gator gets an 8 and marks experience while Violet gets an impressive 12.
While Violet finds the list of possible questions, Gator asks, "What should I be on the lookout for?"
Vehicular manslaughter, I tell him. The driver intends to bust out of here and run over anyone in her way.
Violet asks which enemy is the biggest threat?
Out here? The woman driver.
What should I be on the lookout for?
Something weird is happening in that shop so anything leaving the shop would be bad news.
Who is in control here?
Hmm, ask again later. Or I guess whoever Gator sides with.
As the driver gets the jeep in gear, Violet quickly tries to get her to calm down. But she seems to ignore her and the jeep lurches forward a couple of inches.
I point out Violet can use Towering presence to get the driver to stop. She does so, rolling a total of 8 (I forgot to remind her to add the +1 from reading the situation). Looking over my choices I consider running Violet over but choose to freeze.
Violet fires her gun into the air and shout, "stop the jeep!"
The woman inside takes her hands away from the wheel and freezes. Violet walks up to the window and tells her that she is not going to hurt her.
At this point I also decide they are in a battle (shots fired, violence imminent) and ask Violet to Indomitable. She gets a 13. After discussing her options, I remind her to mark experience for the previous two rolls.
What is Gator going to do? I ask.
Shooting somebody is his answer. After making it clear that the woman in the jeep is not going after him. He takes a shot at the giant using his ap sniper rifle. I decide against any roll. It is a clear shot on a sunny day. No one is going to missing. They exchange harm.
At the same time a red dot appears on the blond giant as Gator takes aim with his sniper rifle. The huge man notices it and takes a quick shot back. The force of the shot knocks the assassin prone even as Gator's bullet perforates the giant's lungs and slices through an artery.
The giant takes 3-harm and is effectively dead. Gator take 2-harm but his armor absorbs it all. He then rolls harm +0 and get a 7 on the harm move. I chose that he slips on the muddy ground and is now prone.
The giant presses a hand to his chest and looks bewildered at the blood. "What is going on?" he sputters, calling back to the shop. "Hey boss, I got blood coming out of me."
I tell Gator he doesn't have to worry about him anymore. He is walking comedy.
Gator then chooses to Open his brain. This is a hard move for him and rolls a 9. I ask him what is it like when you open your mind to the psychic maelstrom?
He tells us it's like being in the jungle: the smells, sounds, the feel of the vegetation.
Gator picks himself up off the slippery mud. The smell of blood in the air awakens a primal part of his mind. The nearby scent of the marsh fills his nose and he can feel the mass of plant matter, the sloshing of the gators in their pens, and something else. Inside Jackbird's, he feels something that isn't part of nature, something that isn't physical like a python or panther. Something like a storm.
Meanwhile Violet tells the driver, "roll down the window. We'll talk this out."
Hesitantly the frizzy haired woman starts to roll down the window. Suddenly she is showered by glass as one of Hurricane's boys smashes in the other window with a metal rod.
November takes cover while even farther out BRT stays within sight of the conflict, hidden but able to gauge who the winners are. Hurricane's men are pounding on the jeep while the giant slowly sinks to his knees in a pool of his own blood.
Towering presence time again. Violet gets a strong hit this time. And more experience.
"Hey! stop this," Violet commands, hand loose around her pistol.
Hurricane's men all look at her as if noticing the menace about her for the first time. Nervously they look to their leader.
"We need a vehicle," Hurricane says, his eyes flickering up the north road. "If we don't get gator meat to Deg up the road, he's going to send his goons and wipe us all out."
She stands between him and the jeep. "We agreed we would go and take care of it. But if we go provoking people by taking this kind of action then someone will definitely come wipe us out."
With combat defusing, I ask Violet for a Manipulate a person roll. She gets a 6. I point out that Gator could try to help her to get a +1 and succeed.
He is unwilling. "I like you and all but I think we need this jeep."
"And I think this is wrong," she tells him.
I consider what hard move to make. I thought about running Violet over again but that boat had sailed. What I did do was...a bit weirder than I had intended for the game.
Such is the curse of improvising.
As Violet and Hurricane stare each other down. a second rumbles comes from Jackbird's. With another flash of light, the boarded up windows are blown open.
A moment later, a figure emerges covered in greenish-yellow light. The brilliance makes it hard to determine if it is Dustwich or Jackbird. What is clear is that he is laughing maniacally.
Gator asks if it could be the other guy, the goon.
No. What do you do?
Gator takes cover while November ask how she could figure out which one the figure is?
I tell her should could try Reading a sitch, Act under fire to get a closer look, or Open her brain to sense if it is Dustwich. She chooses the latter and gets a 12 (as well as another experience).
November squints and looks into the light. The figure is blinding with an electric crackle about him. His clothing, even cloaked in light, seems shiny. An aura of power surrounds him, an electric field that seems more ornament than practical. She sense that even this isn't enough. The man desires more, more power, more light. Dustwich.
Violet asks which way is he headed.
Toward you or at least the jeep.
BRT hides and starts thinking what is worth scavenging here.
I asks what people are doing but no one wants to deal with him. It is also near the end of our gaming time. With everyone heading for cover, I wind things down a touch.
Behind him a soft green glow covers Jackbird's boat like an eerie St. Elmo's fire. Still laughing he walks up to the jeep and gets in. Electricity still arcing off of him, he tells the driver, "Leave, drive on."
November what name she knew him by.
I tell her Silver.
As the jeep disappears down the road, Gator slips into Jackbird's shop. The interior is smashed up, broken shelves, shattered glass and scattered burn marks. A smoldering bones and molten plastic lies in a pile in the far corner.
"Hey Jackbird?" Gator shouts.
A low moan comes from the back. The killer pushes past the shattered back door and into the corridors beyond.
There he finds an ancient man in a rotting suit on the floor. "He took it," the man says toothlessly. "It's not his to take."
End of Session Hx
That is where we ended it. As I often find, I'm bad at arranging PC interactions, though the NPC interactions were really fun.We then raise Hx. Given the limited interaction most of these where self-evident.
- November tells Gator he knows her better (since he was the only one who saw her).
- Gator tells Violet she knows him better after seeing him kill a man.
- Violet tells Gator he knows her better after she defused a tense situation without violence.
- BRT tells Violet she knows him better since, again, he only ever talked to her.
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