INTRO: SIX-SHOOTER (Feast4Flowers)
Azalea was grateful to land a gig so immediately. She drank in the atmosphere of The Revolver with a chuckle. It was exactly the sort of sight you had to ‘pay admission’ for. It would’ve been better if it wasn't the day after she stole away into the fresh corpse of mercenary Candy Cranston.
Azalea scanned the bar for anyone who looked like they might be her job contact. ‘Candy’ had set it up a couple days before Azalea took over management. Due to a certain deal, Azalea only had half of her memories to work with, and even those were playing coy. She would have to play things by ear.
Slate almost walked into her on his way to the bar. “Huh? Something up, C?” His tired-looking eyes locked on Azalea as he hobbled past her on his fresh crutch. He took a seat at the bar in front of Sisyphus. Azalea could feel him counting how long it took for her to finally join him.
“Ah, hey, yeah. Dusky! Love that guy.” Azalea wracked her half of Candy’s memories, trying to find… whoever this guy was.
“She’s fine. She’s nervous about leading the job for once.” Slate said. He wasn’t going to let on their de-facto leader might be suffering from some kind of brain damage. That had to be it, right? Sisyphus was potential work and that meant a potential lifeline.
All three threw back their shots, and Azalea tried not to gawk at Sisyphus. She wondered when or if the novelty of this world would ever wear off. She instead fixated her attention on the napkin. It didn’t look entirely unlike a QR code. Was it something- Ooh, that first shot had an afterburn. And she was supposed to drink three of those?
What was she… how was she supposed to make the napkin… do a thing? She could feel Slate’s expectant gaze boring into her. “We had a bit of trouble yesterday. She’s just tired. She’ll get it.” Slate washed the excuse from his mouth with another shot.
Feast4Flowers rolled 27 using 6d10 ((3,5,4,4,2,9)).
“I think I left my, uh, whatchamacallit…” Azalea mimed a small, handheld device and pretended to have simply lost a word she’d never heard before. With some luck she was somewhere in the ballpark of plausibility. “For the uh, code thing.” She was going to have to bone up on as much lore as she could get, and as fast as she could. She couldn’t afford to get caught up on stuff like this.