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[curiousnotmalicious]

[When Dutch appears on the screen she is her smiling self aside from a half-healed, somewhat yellowed bruise above her eye left over from her experience at The Runoff. Her hair is no longer glass, though, and, in her opinion, that is what matters. She greets the camera with a wink and continues speaking in her usual British accent.]

Hello, people of the Moira! I'm looking to obtain a bit of scrap metal. Stuff you won't use. It's for an artistic endeavor. Projects always help me get into a better headspace and after that bullshit at the Runoff I need one hell of a project, you know?

[She lets out a long, slow breath, puffing out her cheeks as she does so.]

Any help is appreciated. Yours truly, Dutch Velders.

[She does a little salute and smiles once again.]

Comments

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[fibrosis]

[ video bc why not. you mostly got his attention bc your name is 'dutch', but. ]

What happened at the Runoff?

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[curiousnotmalicious]

[She raises her eyebrows and gives a one-shouldered shrug.]

Got taken by a nasty slaver with a fondness for poking people with cattle prods. Two lovely women broke me the hell out of there before anyone could purchase me.

[fibrosis]

That something that happens often around here?

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[curiousnotmalicious]

Just once in the six months I've been here, but crazy shit happens all the time.

[She sighs.]

You get used to it.

video;

[fibrosis]

Just attempting to clarify - crazy shit on that level happens all the time, or just in general. Technically I'm familiar with both, but. More so one than the other. [ sort of. ]

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[diamondhack]

Scrap metal for a story?

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[curiousnotmalicious]

and what story would you like me to tell?

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[diamondhack]

What happened at the Runoff, among others if you would be so inclined.

[curiousnotmalicious]

A bunch of us found ourselves at a trading outpost and were unlucky enough to be captured by slavers. I was taken by a particularly fat and ugly one. I was deemed too cheeky to be sold, so I sat in a stall being poked at with a cattle prod every time I showed attitude. My friend and another woman sprung me out of there one night and brought me back to the Moira. I suspect others were rescued in a similar manner.

What other sorts of stories interest you?

[diamondhack]

Well I'm glad you're not the mysterious brooding sort you've saved me a lot of effort.

The adventurous, dastardly sorts? The utterly convenient ones that I can put to later use?