Re: Apple Inn[Safe Haven]
Christie listened to the woman's spiel with a raised eyebrow.
"Well, I don't know much about that religious mumbo jumbo, but I have to wonder what kind of god would send nasty tentacle bugs to feel up on girls as the way to end the world. I thought that was all done with fire, and plagues, and locusts, and guys in bathrobes riding ponies. That's the kinda stuff most gods I've heard of do, and I've been bored enough times in my life to look up quite a few."
As she talked she had started moving through the inn, stopping at all the important places that she knew of.
"This here is the weapon shop. Right now they only sell pistols. Oh and," she smirked, "swords... Over here is the armory. Contrary to what I thought, there are no hot dogs here, only spare sets of clothes and some kind of ugly vest. And this is the flea market. I saw a flea circus once. It was cool. Anyway, they have some extra food here, and medical supplies. Up those stairs over there are the private rooms."
She brought the woman back to the central area with the mission board and made an exaggerated sweeping motion with her hands.
"And we return to the glorious mission board, for all your suicidal job taking needs. Seriously, some women left here after checking these things out earlier, I don't expect them back in one piece. Well, that's about all I know about this place. And as far as what attacked you... Honestly I have no idea myself, I just know if that other red-head and the stud in the car hadn't picked me up last night, I'd probably be dead."
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