Outside the Freedom Arms | Saturday Morning

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Life worked in weird ways. In no way did York know how he got from being a super soldier to a small time burglar to the owner of a gun store but here he was. He stood outside the Freedom Arms with a lone suitcase by his side, looking up at the joint.

"What do you think, D?" he asked.

A miniature armored AI appeared by York's shoulder. "I do not detect any danger so far but we have not yet entered the building."

York sighed. "I just meant in general but, sure, thanks for the update."

[So York is officially on the island and the Freedom Arms will open up sometime next week! Feel free to say hi and you can refer to this info post if you'd like more info on him and his AI Delta beforehand. Also please join my amusement at a Freelancer owning the Gulch again]

wonkas; saturday

[flickofthewrist]

Flick's shifts at the candy store seemed to always be affected when the island went a little nuts. First, he'd been nearly forty and then he'd been a girl. This week, he was just himself which Flick was absolutely fine with. He did some shop clean up beforehand, making sure everything was stocked and nothing had melted due to the heat (hey, air conditioning was good but it was damn hot outside) before taking up his spot behind the counter.

After a minute or two, he grabbed some candy from the shelf behind him and had a sugar filled breakfast.

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