Manchac would be a good name for a gay bar
Well, if we’re going to be moored here for this storm, we might as well get some supplies. The general store at the dock is great, man. Smells of a mix of stale cigarettes and brackish water, with just a hint of dog. The walls have badly taxidermied animals, some with Mardi Gras beads or […]
In which HC puts drugs up his butt* and Taki craps himself.
So, I make a deal w/ HC: if he gets me a .50 cal, I’ll give him the 10k nuyen cash he needs to pay for his rescued for his brother’s tuition (that apparently happened the session I missed). So, HC goes to Tuan Vo, a chemist in New Orleans East to see if there’s […]
I got a Nautical Themed Pashmina Afghan
Never a dull moment in Mid-World. Just when I thought I might get two uneventful days in a row, Taki gets a text from the still-missing HC: “Kidnapped. On train?” Taki magically located him – he was N and slightly W, ~12 miles away. That put him roughly in the middle of Lake Pontchartrain, probably […]