Enter The Cafe Here.

[MaxMel]

A shadow she sees, a shadow of a local maybe? MaxMel didn't even bother to look at whom the shadow belong to, but in her weariness just kept on staring at the sky.

MaxMel heard the clatter of something dropping by her feet. Then the shadow disappeared muttering something about water.

~Water?~ Looking down at the floor she saw a battered container and picked it up, shaking it she could hear something rattling inside.

"AH! Water!" she cried out, coughing on the dry dusty air that filled her lungs. MaxMel quickly unscrewed the top and was about to take a thirsty gulp, when, she smelt something.

Something is wrong with this. Would she dare risk it? It could be good. It could save her from a fate far worse. What were her odds anyway? What was worse? Dying of thirst or dying from radio~active water?

[Oz]

Oz pats his jacket and then screams out to the empty wastes:

" WHERE THE HELL IS MAH BOOZE!?"

[MaxMel]

MaxMel heard some shouting. Barely able to scramble to her feet, she crawled over in the dirt to find a leather coated fella hollaring into the wasteland.

"You know, might not be so good you shouting around like that. I heard there are some bad company kicking around these parts." MaxMel tried to warn him, but he just strugged her off and kept yelling.

[Oz]

Oz had heard the traveler yell at him, but he ignored it.

[MaxMel]

~He's ignoring me? Why?~ MaxMel thought for a minute.

"Listen mate, why don't I help you try and rebuild this cafe, and they might come. We could even put a few flyers out. I heard this guy has got a copter. He could fly over places droping ads about this place?" She suggested. Hoping that would make the guy interested enough.

[Oz]

Oz stopped his futile yelling at the desert and turned to the traveler.

" Flyers eh?" He asked, grinning wildly.

Just then the angry roar of appraoching vehicles filled the distant air. Dust was being kicked up on the horizon, by the vermin's appraoching vehicles.

[MaxMel]

~d**n~ MaxMel swore, seeing the vehicles approach. Just hoping to god it wasn't the same gang that she had bumped into early on in her travels.

MaxMel scurried behind the old building before the fella looked back to see she had disappeared.

He was saying something, but MaxMel had already kicked off with out letting the fella finish.

[Oz]

Oz dropped his cart and jumped into a burrow under the dilapitated cafe'.

[MaxMel]

MaxMel heard the scuffle of the stranger, and guessed they weren't friends of his either. This could mean trouble. Big trouble.

Hearing the roars of engines draw nearer MaxMel wondered if she had picked the right spot to hide. Surely they would search the area and find her hiding there. If only she could have found a better hiding place.

[Tycho]

((I see you guys have a loose RPG going here at the Cafe, this is cool, this was my original vision when I created the cafe many months ago, however it never really took off that well. I would love to join in if I could. If this is ok then here is my part. We can discuss the progression of the storyline in the discussion thread I just made in the RPG part of the Forum if you want. Also I have a bit of experience in running RPG's, so I can Gamesmaster if you want??))

A lone figure appears in the distance and steadily grows larger as he approaches. A bag is slung over his shoulder and his clothes flap in the wind which kicks up the sand and dust upon the barren wastes. As the man approaches Bartertown once again he sighs, long ago had he departed, leaving just a "Closed for Renovation" Sign as an excuse for his absence and only God knew what had become of his cafe.

As he entered the outskirts of the town he made his way towards the Atomic Cafe and eventually apporached the rear of the property. Dropping his bag into the dust he looks at the rusty metal back door and examines the chain and padlock which he had left locked.

Links are missing and as he examines the chain it appears to have been cut with Bolt Cutters. Reaching behind himself, the man pulls from his waistband a large, short barrelled revolver. Cracking open the drum he counts the bullets he has remaining... two.

Without warning he lunges forward into the door, kicking it right off its rusted hinges with a mighty blow which sends the door flying into the cafe with a loud clang. Stepping inside he is consumed momentarily by the darkness.

Tycho looks around his cafe and sees a lone female hiding amongst the dusty chairs and tables. Creeping over he pulls back the hammer of the revolver and levels it at the stranger.

"What are you doing in my cafe!?" He bellows as the womans head snaps towards him. Before she can answer however the roar of engines are heard and Tycho hurries to the window. Wiping his arm on the glass he clears away enough of the grime to see out and spots the dust trails of the approaching vermin. Running behind the bar he fumbles about for a moment before removing a box of .44 bullets and loads the 4 empty chambers of his revolver before emptying the rest of the box into his overcoat. He then pulls down a slightly rusty nickel plated pump action shotgun from a shelf above the bar, followed by a box of 12 guage shells.

Turning to the woman he smiles, "You look like you can handle yourself and I'd rather have you with me than against me" he quips and tosses her the shotgun.

[MaxMel]

Tycho said:

"What are you doing in my cafe!?" He bellows as the womans head snaps towards him. Before she can answer however the roar of engines are heard and Tycho hurries to the window. Wiping his arm on the glass he clears away enough of the grime to see out and spots the dust trails of the approaching vermin. Running behind the bar he fumbles about for a moment before removing a box of .44 bullets and loads the 4 empty chambers of his revolver before emptying the rest of the box into his overcoat. He then pulls down a slightly rusty nickel plated pump action shotgun from a shelf above the bar, followed by a box of 12 guage shells.

Turning to the woman he smiles, "You look like you can handle yourself and I'd rather have you with me than against me" he quips and tosses her the shotgun.

((Hey sounds cool to me, I'm a sucker for RPG, especially where Mad Max and mel gibson is concerned lol))

MaxMel quickly looks up too see a man looking at her, gun pointing directly at her head, unable to answer or react as she naturally would have done. The roar of engines drew near.

MaxMel watches as the man rushes to find more ammo. ~If I had only known~ she thinks. He then cowers down beside her.

The invite of having her on his side was dutifully noted and she smiled nodding. "Hope you share your guns." she replied. Gesturing toward the peice he held tightly in his hand.

[Tycho]

GM: The two adventurers cower inside the Atomic Cafe, amongst the dusty furniture speaking through the dingy air.

The roar of the engines grows slightly louder and it can be estimated that their drivers and passengers are only aout three to four minutes away.

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"Indeed I do share my weapons in a crisis situation, these days you need all the help you can get. I have quite a collection of equipment and weaponry, some confiscated from unruly patrons, others in payment for tabs. You shouldn't be surprised how many alcoholics we've acquired since the Apocalypse."

He turns over the pump-action shotgun from earlier and loads eight cartridges into the full-length mag. He pulls back the pump with a satisfying "ker-chak".

"This is a 12 Guage Pump Action shotgun. You fire a shot, you pump the action to load the next. Watchout though, it'll be a little stiff, no-one's used it in months."

He then hands the weapon over to the woman and smiles, "I think you now owe me, so in payment why not tell me your name?"

[RoadKill]

RoadKill stirs uncomfortably on the floor, eventually waking up witha low groan.

How long was I out for?

In a daze he looks around the bar.

Wow, this place has changed a bit, and where did all of you people come from?

Hmmm, Barkeep! I'll have another shot of what I was having before, it was pretty good.

[Tycho]

There is some commotion in the corner and the clatter of some chairs as a dusty figure sits up from under a plethora of beer bottles, bar stools and other assorted junk.

Tycho looks across incredulously at the figure as he recognises him. "Jesus Roadkill trust you to join us at a time like this."

The other man shakes his head and asks a few questions to which Tycho replies, "You're were out for a couple of months at the least, perhaps a new personal best?" He laughs then and gets up and walks to the bar, pulling out a bottle of whisky which he tosses to his friend.

The barkeep then motions his head to the window, "Hear that?" he begins, "V8's, well tuned, sounds like four at the least. Certainly not trader vehicles... I can only assume they're Vermin, coming to pillage the deserted remains of Bartertown and since this d**ned cafe lies right on the edge of town chances are it'll be hit first."

He then reaches under the bar again and pull out a large wooden box marked "lost property". Reaching in he fumbles about for a few seconds before dragging out a brown leather shoulder holster. Pulling out the weapon inside a black Walther PPK pistol is reaveled. Sticking the pistol back in he turns over the holster, showing two extra full clips of ammo straps into the mag pockets.

"You'll need this too," Tycho says as he tosses the bundle over to Roadkill.

[RoadKill]

RoadKill tries ot make an adept one handed catch. However he misses completely and there is a loud thud as the weapon smacks him in the face.

He picks up the weapon off the floor and gives it a quick examination. "i suppose it'll have to do, and don't worry about my aim." He glances at the bottle of whisky. "It'll be fine in a few moments." He gives a sly grin and begins to pour himself a glass. However, all of a sudden he furrows his brow and looks perplexed... but the moment of confusion soon passes as he knocks the glass onto the floor and begins to drink form the bottle.

"Have you got a knife by any chance, just in case i can't hit nuts with this pistol?"