One would be considered not right in the head to go looking in the Zones for mere candy on a normal day. Lucky for you it's not a normal day. It is Hallow's Eve, and the Underground Cities and Stalker Outposts are preparing for such a day, with Stalkers, Hunters, and everyday Survivors preparing home-made candy, bottles of vodka and other spirits, and "normal" sweets they can find laying about in the ruins from who knows when, which may or may not be slightly irradiated. Heck, if they're drunk enough, you might even find that someone threw in an artifact in your goodies by accident.
That is, if you're actually willing to go into one the Zones.
It was rather normal day, with the sun high in the sky. Many of the people in the outpost neighborhood near the south Metro entryway were preparing candied and caramelized bugs and mutant meat. With others playing guitar and other things around fire barrels and campfires while a few danced the day away, with buckets of random junk and goodies of all sorts nearby. As well as a few houses down the streets with people on porches and rooftops with buckets, ready to hand or throw a handful of whatever they had at the trick or treaters. Many of them were obviously drunk.
One house stood out though. The corner house at the end of the street, with nearby a group of people surrounding a campfire. There's a sign at the door written in Russian and hardly literate english saying "knock for tricks and stuff".
That is, if you're actually willing to go into one the Zones.
It was rather normal day, with the sun high in the sky. Many of the people in the outpost neighborhood near the south Metro entryway were preparing candied and caramelized bugs and mutant meat. With others playing guitar and other things around fire barrels and campfires while a few danced the day away, with buckets of random junk and goodies of all sorts nearby. As well as a few houses down the streets with people on porches and rooftops with buckets, ready to hand or throw a handful of whatever they had at the trick or treaters. Many of them were obviously drunk.
One house stood out though. The corner house at the end of the street, with nearby a group of people surrounding a campfire. There's a sign at the door written in Russian and hardly literate english saying "knock for tricks and stuff".
rolled 1d20 and got 6
Test ye luck. If you roll a 20 you get an artifact with your goodies.
Having separated herself from one house, Weaver had found herself venturing further till she found some signs that were presented in Russian. At least it was a language she recognised, letting Weaver know that she was at least somewhere where there were Earthlings.
At that, Weaver shook her head from recounting the previous house and the people she ran into. Seriously... people not knowing what Paris or France was.
Emily sneered from under her mask.
Walking past those that were having a good time while drunk on spirits and ale, Weaver simply made her way into the area, nonplussed by the festivities going on. It certainly was not going to be rare to see such people let loose on festive days and nights such as this one. Plus, in a way, it was a little reassuring to see, knowing that France did not partake in the celebration of Halloween or Samhain.
Pausing at the sign that read in both English and Russian, Waver got the gist of it and went to knock gently on the door.
At that, Weaver shook her head from recounting the previous house and the people she ran into. Seriously... people not knowing what Paris or France was.
Emily sneered from under her mask.
Walking past those that were having a good time while drunk on spirits and ale, Weaver simply made her way into the area, nonplussed by the festivities going on. It certainly was not going to be rare to see such people let loose on festive days and nights such as this one. Plus, in a way, it was a little reassuring to see, knowing that France did not partake in the celebration of Halloween or Samhain.
Pausing at the sign that read in both English and Russian, Waver got the gist of it and went to knock gently on the door.
rolled 1d20 and got 14
She was just walking around looking at the all the houses in there perfect Halloween decorations. watching as people stand on top of them waiting for trick or treaters to come to their door.
she felt a gust of wind and smiled a little bit. if felt good to feel the wind in her hair. when she looked forward she sees this house that has Russian words. it confused her a little so she just stopped and stared an it from side walk.
she knew very little words in Russian so she tried to study it a little. she thought this house's decorations look far more better then the others.
she felt a gust of wind and smiled a little bit. if felt good to feel the wind in her hair. when she looked forward she sees this house that has Russian words. it confused her a little so she just stopped and stared an it from side walk.
she knew very little words in Russian so she tried to study it a little. she thought this house's decorations look far more better then the others.
Immediately after having knocked on the door, the sound of glass breaking and things being knocked over could be heard, with a disgruntled voice shouting profanities in Russian from inside. After a moment, footsteps could be heard walking towards the door. A man with a gas mask opens the door holding a bucket in his left hand.
"Eh? Zdravstvuyte? Hello?" Having seen a trick or treater at his door made him perk up a bit. "Ah yes, hello there. You come for hallow's eve in the Zone, yes? You don't look like you're from around here."
"Eh? Zdravstvuyte? Hello?" Having seen a trick or treater at his door made him perk up a bit. "Ah yes, hello there. You come for hallow's eve in the Zone, yes? You don't look like you're from around here."
She noticed the girl at the door and looked past her to see the man. she sall that he had on a gas mask and thought it was part of his custom for the trick or treaters.
she thought that people that dressed up for their trick or treaters were amazing so she smiled a little bit and thought she should continue walking.
she thought that people that dressed up for their trick or treaters were amazing so she smiled a little bit and thought she should continue walking.
"That's right," Weaver replied. She smiled from beneath her mask, if only to continue giving a pleasant sounding exchange. "And no, I'm afraid I'm not from this area. I'm just... visiting for now. My home is in Paris."
Weaver had learned from the last house that whatever small pouch she had would not have sufficed. In her travels, she had crafted a bag from the silk that her super powers allowed her to create. She lifted the white bag.
"Trick-or-treat!" Weaver said. She looked back briefly to see a girl, though turned her attention back to the person before her.
Weaver had learned from the last house that whatever small pouch she had would not have sufficed. In her travels, she had crafted a bag from the silk that her super powers allowed her to create. She lifted the white bag.
"Trick-or-treat!" Weaver said. She looked back briefly to see a girl, though turned her attention back to the person before her.
"Paris ah? The place with the big tower yeah? Heard it's nice there. At least better than the Zones." He digs around in the bucket first dropping a bottle of what appears to be moonshine into the bag. Then he grabs of handful of other stuff and dumps it in also. From multicolored pieces taffy to bugs covered in dried honey.
"Be safe heading back to outside the Zones. Stick to the main roads, there's mutants and other weird stuff in the wilderness due to the radiation, yeah?"
"Be safe heading back to outside the Zones. Stick to the main roads, there's mutants and other weird stuff in the wilderness due to the radiation, yeah?"
she takes a tiny step to the backwards unsure if she should continue walking or not . something about this attracts her to it but she doesn't know what. her mind is debating if she should continue to walk or stay so she stays and studies the house or looks around at the other kids.
''I don't want to look like a stalker'' she says quietly and continues to take very very tiny steps backwards
''I don't want to look like a stalker'' she says quietly and continues to take very very tiny steps backwards
"It is a very lovely place, I must admit..." Weaver said, realising that she was becoming a tad homesick. Regaining her composure, however, she looked down to the candies that were placed into her bag and she smiled beneath the mask.
What a shame that France did not celebrate this. It actually was kind of fun.
"Merci beaucoup, monsieur. I hope the rest of your evening goes well," Weaver went ahead to say. It seemed a lot easier to be a nicer individual when she was actually enjoying herself.
Taking off from the steps, Weaver offered a nonchalant wave of the hand, and then passed by the girl with what looked like bluish-silver hair. It seemed that there would be more not from around the area that would be making appearances.
What a shame that France did not celebrate this. It actually was kind of fun.
"Merci beaucoup, monsieur. I hope the rest of your evening goes well," Weaver went ahead to say. It seemed a lot easier to be a nicer individual when she was actually enjoying herself.
Taking off from the steps, Weaver offered a nonchalant wave of the hand, and then passed by the girl with what looked like bluish-silver hair. It seemed that there would be more not from around the area that would be making appearances.
She had a little bit of candy on her and walked up to the girl and offered it to her ''would you like some?'' she asked while smiling gently. ''also i like your custom'' she also said.
Stacey rarely felt comfortable venturing far from her hovel, with the world being the way it was... But she convinced herself that today, she was going to get out of her rut. Today, she was going to fight through the looming panic attacks and actually attempt to socialize with some of the other survivors.
She passed many of the people offering "treats" of various kinds, unable to get over the feeling that it might be poisoned, or be part of a trap to lure her into a den of cannibals. But that door that promised tricks? Surely someone attempting to fleece her (or eat her!) wouldn't just be so up front about it. Surely this would be good natured pranks?
Gritting her teeth, she marched up to the door and knocked.
She passed many of the people offering "treats" of various kinds, unable to get over the feeling that it might be poisoned, or be part of a trap to lure her into a den of cannibals. But that door that promised tricks? Surely someone attempting to fleece her (or eat her!) wouldn't just be so up front about it. Surely this would be good natured pranks?
Gritting her teeth, she marched up to the door and knocked.
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