eris and everett

A wagon full of issues

Who: Eris and Everett
Where: Church Road
When: afternoonish

unexpected aid and insights

Who: Eris and Everett
Where: Vicarage, second floor
When: early evening

your personal ghost

who: everett and eris
when: afternoon
where: side streets

Let's Make A Deal

Who: Eris and Everett
Where: The police station
When: Evening

Everett had a problem; what was one man supposed to do with so many guns? He'd done what he could around town, helping Kales and Dale, rounding people up, and checking the local businesses. But before long his mind had drifted to the matter of the now-empty police station, and more importantly what was in it. What was in it, exactly, was several shotguns and even more revolvers, handcuffs, batons, and ammunition. Everett had pried open the weapons lockers with a crowbar from the hardware store, piling weapon after weapon on a desk nearby. FInally he'd found a duffel, and though he'd already unloaded the guns and started packing some away to transport, he wasn't sure where he was even taking them.

His house could work, but it wouldn't look good at all for the only black man in town to start stockpiling weapons on the day the overseers all vanished. Still, taking some blame was better than leaving the guns here for someone less scrupulous to find and use, and Ev didn't mind people having a problem with him. Tucking a shotgun away, he raised the last from the deck, racking it once to make sure no shells came free and dry-firing it at a wall.

Well, she'd thought she'd have to break in. She didn't. And that left her thinking that she might not have anything left to choose from, in which case, that was going to be tricky. When she walked in, she was quiet, her drunk left a few hours ago, and she was left with a dull headache, but that was to be expected. Her medication didn't really mix well with it.

Following sounds, she ghosted up, then saw Everett. Her chest tightened, a weighted, sharp feeling settling in it, though she didn't say anything right away. She saw the guns piled on the table, and grabbed one up. The first sound she made was checking the chamber to see if it was loaded. "Evening, Captain."

Didn't I already kill you?

Who: Eris and Everett
Where: Right outside their respective homes
When: Late day

Psychological affirmations were wonderful things; Everett hadn't needed more than the sight of a bottle and the feel of the glass in his hand before he'd started bleeding off the anger that his talk with Hannah had brewed. He'd let the range and tension bleed off in the supermarket, and by the time he'd stepped out and lit his first cigar in months? It was forgotten.