Mar 31 00:55:23 106 PA

From Chronicles

The current game time is: Thu Mar 31 00:55:23 106 PA.

Thursday afternoon at the City Hall isn't the busiest time for the place, but there are still people here. Getting licenses and permits, finagling rare audiences with members of the government and other such official business is what goes on here. VIxen is here doing one of those many things, though she's settled in a waiting room, leaned back slightly as she considers the complex form she's been given to fill out. "Could use a smoke, she murmurs to herself as she scans over it intently.

Joshua exits an office, tucking a slip of paper into his pocket. He glances at Vixen as he overhears her remark, and chuckles. "Tell me 'bout it. Had ta wait three hours ta get in, and ma pipe's startin' ta feel lonely."

Vixen glances up just before putting pen to paper, a brow arched subtly. "Pipe?" A faint disdain in that, though just a flicker before she relaxes. "Yeah, I'm doing my waiting on the back end," she comments idly, starting to jot down fragments of information onto the page.

"Now, now," Joshua says with amusement. "Don't go makin' faces. Ta each their own." He glances down at Vixen's paper. "What brings ya down ta the illustrious City Hall?"

Vixen smirks faintly. "Yeah, if you want to fiddle around with that thing, its on you man," she agrees, eyes lifting just s lightly to regard the man. "Just looking to get an audience with one of our grand and great leaders. Maybe get a little comment on the refugees out there. You heard about 'em, haven't you?"

Joshua shrugs. "Lady at the Alibi mentioned somethin' about 'em few days back, but I ain't been out much. Ain't got the faintest idea what the hell's been going on lately." He seems a bit frustrated by that. "Can't tell from one day t'next what's gonna be th' talk of the town, it changes so often."

"Never boring," Vixen agrees, looking up from her papers. "Basically, you got a whole lot of people from outta Tolkeen's area that came here after getting crushed out by the deadboys. And the powers that be are just letting them sit out there.. better than running them off, I guess, but not by much. Me, I don't think that's going to stand. Do you?"

Joshua shrugs. "Ain't never surprised by what folks'll let happen if ya don't take steps yerself. Is there anywhere ta put 'em? Cuz they sure as hell can't be roomin' with me," he adds with a chuckle. "Barely enough room for m'self."

"Probably not enough room in the city.. I mean, sure they'd fit, but the way things are going up north, I doubt they'll be the last. But letting them stay out there without supplies or anything.. that's gotta change. Me, I'm taking steps," Vixen asserts firmly before she eyeballs the form some more, scrawling a few more required bits on it. "This will probably be a waste of time, but you never know."

"What steps ya takin'?" Joshua asks, interested. "Mebbe get some of them wizard fellers out helpin'? Dunno nothin' about magic, but looks like it'd be a right help."

Vixen snorts faintly. "I'm not even wasting my time with the Guild. Bunch of snooty fucks there," she states. "I'm going to be meeting with some food store owners. Look at getting some charity promotions going. ANd a few big retailers in camping supplies. That should help with food and shelter for the moment. And hopefully my listeners will think about the reality of things and dig down to pull up a few things to offer up to them. Everyone in the city giving just a little would provide them a lot to eat."

"Probably would," Joshua replies. "Don't go countin' too much on generous souls, though. There's a fair few, but never enough." He shakes his head, and leans against the wall. "Like ta help 'em out m'self, but I ain't got nothin' ta give. Just as well, though. Don't think they need guns." He glances a bit sharper at Vixen. "Listeners, huh? Got yerself a followin'?"

"You're not thinking small enough, man," Vixen notes. "You got enough to drop five credits for something non perishable to drop on them folks. That's what I'm thinking about. Or even to drop five credits on them. If everyone did that, they'd have enough to feed themselves for a damn long time," she points out. "As to a following.. I know I got listeners. Just don't know how many." She lowers the clipboard to slide a simple card out of her coat, offering it up. It's white, with a few things noted in simple, black lettering. 'Vixen's View' being displayed over a radio frequency and a PO Box number. "Listen in some times, you might keep apprised of some things."

"Oh, so yer the radio lady," Joshua states, taking the card and looking it over. "Caught ya once or twice, but I usually jes' put music on. Eases ma mind. Well, nice ta meet ya, Miss Vixen. Name's Joshua."

"Yeah, that's me," Vixen replies, her lips curled into an mused little grin. She pauses, considering him for a few moments before she opines, "Merc, right? You got that kinda look about you, I think, Josh." She lifts the form again and peers at it. "Probably going to be good work out there soon, if you've got a mind to dance with the deadboys."

Joshua makes a face. "Well, I guess the term ain't all incorrect, but it's jes' a way ta put bread on the table. I do guns. Shootin', fixin', makin', and chargin'." He shrugs, and sighs a bit. "I been tryin' ta stay away from the wars. Pick up the other half of ma trade a bit. Looks like that ain't gonna be happenin'."

Vixen grins slightly at that. "That's the curse of the ones that know fighting. People expect them to do it. Me, I'm not a battlefield sort. Though I suppose I'm fine enough on them as long as I stick with the camera. But I keep a gun just in case." She considers him a moment, then wonders, "So you'd rather just do odd jobs rather than fighting? Why'd you learn it in the first place?"

"Ma home village got razed by bandits," Joshua says evenly, his expression tightening a bit around the eyes. "Got took in by ma Pa's best hired man. He was a pistollero by trade, and I picked it up travellin' with him. Showed an aptitude, so I kept on with it. Ain't a bad trade ta know, really, and I'm better'n most with a shootin' iron. Done a few shows once or twice, when work was hard ta come by. Trick shootin' and such."

Vixen nods her head slightly. "Do what you gotta to live," she replies, consider the form again. "Even if it involves boring paperwork. Though I guess this ain't just for me." She makes a face nonetheless as she scribbles in another bit. "So what would you do if you could do any one thing in the world, no matter what or where?" Still poking at the form as she asks this.

Joshua chuckles and shrugs. "Don't rightly know. Been thinkin' about switchin' ma emphasis. See if I can make a go as a gunsmith. Be nice ta choose when I'll be pulling ma pistols based on when I want to, instead of when I need ta eat or make rent."

Vixen pauses her scribbling for a moment but doesn't look up. Considering something idly for a few moments before she tosses out, "What'd you think about immorality?" No further guidance given on that as she jots down a few more things and breathes out lowly, flipping the papers closed on the clipboard. The pen gets slid under the jaw of it and she lets it settle on her lap.

"Immorality?" Joshua raises an eyebrow. "Well, I guess I'd have ta say I'm against it. I ain't a preachin' man or nothin', and I sure done my fair share of sinnin', but I figure folks got a responsibility ta be decent ta other folks. World'd be a powerful nicer place than it is if they would."

"And immortality?" Vixen's brows lift subtly as she adds in the similar term. She automatically starts to reach into her coat again, though arrests the withdrawal of her worn cig case half way done as she remembers where she is. She glances around a moment before she pushes it back into the internal pocket with a lingering air of grumpiness for a few moments.

"Pipe dream," Joshua snorts. "The eternal ellusive prize of fools. There's a hunderd thousand better ways ta spend yer days than searchin' fer something ya ain't never gonna find. Closest a man can get to livin' forever is ta do good works and have his name remembered fondly when he kicks it."

Vixen grins in response to Josh's answers. "Too bad I didn't have the camera running for that one." she opines idly as she starts to move towards Josh. "In any case, I'd best get this in, see how long it takes to get some response." Of course, she shifts to move past, but tosses back, with a half glance over her shoulder, "Take care, Josh. And consider what you could do for them folks. They're a mirror."

"Mighty nice ta meet ya, ma'am," Joshua says, tipping his hat. "Think I'll go light ma pipe now." He flashes a grin, and heads for the exit.