Chaucer's Place: Back Alley

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty walked down the back alley to where Chaucer told him to meet and knocked on the door. Marty had swung by his hidden stash of weapons in town before coming and was carrying his revolvers.

Marty knocked again on the door.

"Geoff? It's Marty."

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[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

The door opens to reveal a somewhat disheveled Geoff Chaucer. He's alone in the room, and there are several sheets of paper -- some of them crumpled -- scattered over one the tables. Geoff's coat is thrown across one of the chairs. The bleary look and squinting indicate that he likely consumed a fair amount of alcohol recently.

"C'min. Thanks for stopping by. Have a seat." He waves an arm randomly at the room and begins clearing up the papers.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty comes in and ginger sits down on one of the more comfortable chairs.

"Something bothering you Geoff? If you're coming to me for help on a lyric or two, I think you picked the wrong guy."

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

"Hm? Oh, uh, no. That's not it. I was wondering if you could help me out with out something else."

Geoff leaves off clearing papers and flops down on a sofa.

"Those...things you use. That make explosion sounds. Like last night."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty cocks an eyebrow.

"You mean my guns? What about them?"

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

"Handgones, yes. I want you to teach me." Geoff fidgets a bit on the couch, and then sits up. "Would you like some coffee? I think I have some in the shop."

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

[OOC: *blinks innocently* not a good idea? how's that? *g*]

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

[OOC: See Marty's comment above, re: his ass. *snirk*]]

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Make that 'below'... because I posted without looking...*facepalm*]

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

[OOC: My ass is already throbbing at the concept."

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

[OOC: lol Poor Marty's ass. *Shane's mun pats it because Shane so wouldn't go there, even if the guy was a friend, 'cause... well... very gay*]]

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

[OOC: *The rampant subtexty gayness in this place has caused Geoff's mun to choke on her rootbeer*]

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Marty's ass is throbbing only in pain. Really. Oh never mind.]

[chasingangela]

[OOC: Yeah, Marty is entirely too happy to enable people who should not be allowed within 50 yards of weapons. But, hey, it ended up helping Angela over the weekend, even if Marty did almost lose a body part in the process.]

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Hand*guns*. And you want me to teach you to what? How to use them?"

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

"Right, handgones. And those, um, other ones. The long ones. Something like 'fifes', only obviously not 'fifes'."

Geoff nods vigorously. "Yes, I want you to teach me how to use them."

Pauses. "Coffee?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Yes, Coffee sounds good. And I think you mean 'rifles'."

Marty silently calculates the odds that he'll have his ass totally blown off before homecoming.

"Why do you want to learn about firearms, Geoff?"

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

"Rifles! Yes, that's the word. Thank you!"

Geoff jumps up from the couch and heads off through an interior door. He returns a few minutes later with a coffee cup bearing the 'Perkolator' logo, which he hands to Marty.

"Well, I figure I'm less likely to cut off part of myself with a 'fire-arms'."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty accepts the cup and takes a sip.

"No, but you're just as likely to blast a part of your body off if you're not careful. Is this because of the zombie thing?"

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

The coffee -- espresso, actually -- is cold. And stale. Geoff sits back down on the sofa, facing Marty.

"Well, yes. It is."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

*Yep. I'm going to lose a body part before homecoming. I just know it.*

"I'd be glad to teach you Geoff. Just promise me you won't go Rambo on anybody in town and we got a deal."

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Geoff gives Marty a puzzled look.

"Where is Rambeaux? It sounds French. Near Paris?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty sighs.

"I'm sorry... I mean you have to promise me you are going to use these weapons only for self-defense. I've already had one run-in with the police here and I don't want anymore trouble."

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

"Oh, good God, no! I don't want any trouble from the authorities! I'm not looking to get revenge on anyone -- if that were the case, I'd write about them, not try to kill them. No, it's all about the zombies. And, other things that might decide to invade. Huns or...Vikings or something. Dragons. Who knows?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Let's not give the mods any ideas shall we?]

"Good. Excellent. I believe they have a shooting range in town. Sometime this week we can meet down there and I'll give you some lessons."

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

[OOC: *smacks forehead* Think we should delete that comment?]

Geoff grins happily. "Good! Thanks! Ah, don't tell Paige, if you don't mind."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty raises an eyebrow at that comment.

"Any particular reason why?"

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

"Nooo...just, I'd prefer to tell her myself. We've had a...well, I think she's angry with me right now. And I'm not sure how she'd react. She's a bit...protective."

Geoff sighs and runs his hand through his hair.

"She can be a little difficult to figure out, sometimes. And it seems like lately, I've made more than a few mis-steps. Like the whole thing about sending poetry to her friend Angela."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Did that get you into hot water?"

Marty grimaced. So this was the guy sending her flowers?

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Geoff shakes his head and grins ruefully.

"Yes, it did a little. She made me promise not to do it again. Send poetry to other women, I mean. Well, she didn't make me promise, I offered, but it amounts to the same thing."

He stretches out on the sofa, with his hands behind his head.

"So, no more poetry that isn't paid for first."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Good plan. I'd also tell Paige right away. You don't want her to find out on her own and it this place this conversation will probably end up on the radio station before the day is through."

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

[OOC: *snerk*]

Geoff blinks. "Radio station?"

"I know, I should tell her. I will tell her, but...I saw her drinking with someone else at the pub. It's probably nothing, but...if she's still angry." He pauses for a moment, and gives Marty a considering look.

"I don't suppose you could find out if she's angry? You know her sisters, right?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"I met them briefly the other night. I think my girlfriend might be able to suss out the situation better than me. She knows both Paige and Phoebe better than I do. If I hear anything from her I'll let you know. Shall we meet at the gun range on Wednesday?"

[OOC: I'm usually on during the day EST. Getting sleepy. Do we need to cover anything else?]

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

"Thanks. Wednesday would be good."

[OOC: I can check in occasionally during the day, but am mostly on at night EST. Sleepy here also, so no, I think it's all good.]

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Give me a call on Wednesday and we'll set up a time." Marty says as he stands up and shakes Geoff's hand.

"If I find out anything about Paige, I'll let you know."

[OOC: Not usually on until after 10:30 - 11:00 EST.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Geoff shakes Marty's hand and opens the door for him.

"I will, thank you again. I really appreciate your help."

[OOC: That works fine for me.]

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty and Geoff say their good byes and Marty heads back to his dorm.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

OOC- Reading this was making a voice in my head shout "dear god no!" oh and Paige doesn't listen to the radio station, so you're ok there, I only read it ooc to catch up)