communication and stuff

[rosco_coltrane]

Rosco is randomly wandering around. He's talking to anyone who is willing.

"They're just some things about this place that I can't get the hang of. Like all the things people go around talking and typing into. I'm just a good old boy from Georgia. What are those things and should I have one?"

He's also a bit confused about jobs and how Nexus society works, especially as a member of the establishment in his own universe.

"How'm I supposed to get work here and what's the employment rate like? I've been feeding myself by selling stuff I find...stuff I find outside that looks unclaimed. I've even sold bottle caps, like that one fella suggested. Is anyone hiring? I don't know much outside of law enforcement."

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[rosco_coltrane]

Rosco frowns at her clan's treatment of men.

"Well, that ain't very loving, if you'll forgive me saying so. It'd be real hurtful, if Mama suddenly wanted nothing to do with me. Most men are kind, given the chance to be. I know there are bad ones, but there are bad women, too."

He reflects with bitter grief on his charade of a marriage, to a woman who broke his heart, just to create a distraction for a theft.

"I hope you find some family. The world's lonely enough, without being kinless."

[eumenis]

She shakes her head. "In all honesty, it wasn't meant to be loving. It was meant to be practical. Sometimes, the men who'd left came back to visit, but...well. I've heard all the arguments I'm sure you're thinking. All I can tell you is it kept us alive for a very long time, but failed us in the end."

She won't argue that there aren't bad women, too. She is one.

"I have a sort of family now, I think. Not by blood. Closeness based on what we've shared."

[rosco_coltrane]

"I didn't mean to be uppity at ya," Rosco says, humbly. "I'm sure there are worse ways of going about things. Picking a family ain't so bad. At least, that way, you know what you're getting and you know there's affection in it."

[eumenis]

"I'm not offended," she smiles at him. "My world is harsher than yours. We all do ugly things to survive. One of the reasons I come here is to hear what people from gentler places do, what they think about what's right and wrong."

She shakes her head. "Makes things clearer for me, sometimes. Even if I can't do what's objectively right, I can keep it in mind as a direction to turn toward. Slowly."

[rosco_coltrane]

"Well, you gotta give yourself credit for tryin'," Rosco tells her. "There's a lot of folks in those so-called gentle places that don't even do that much. Not that doing right or know what's right is easy anywheres."

[eumenis]

"That's a kind thing to say," she pats his shoulder with her right hand (the one that's not a metal claw), and nods. "I appreciate it."

"I think I should get home now. Will you be all right? Finding work and getting yourself fed?"

[rosco_coltrane]

"Oh. You're welcome," Rosco says sincerely, with a bit of surprise.

He smiles widely at her concern.

"Oh, shoot, yeah. You don't get to be an old law dog like me, if ya can't scrape by. I'll be all right, thank you."

[eumenis]

She chuckles softly, amused by the way he talks. She meant it though, that she appreciates his kindness. He seems a decent sort, and she'll look for him again.

"Good. Take care of yourself, Rosco. I'll see you around."

[rosco_coltrane]

"I'll do that, if you do the same," Rosco promises with reasonable good cheer. "Good day to ya, Furiosa."