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."

Comments

[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."