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Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya is sitting at the bar alone. People tend to give the tattoo faced woman plenty of room as if her insane religion might spread by osmosis.
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya is eating a plate of some kind of meat. A staff leans against the bar beside her and a large satchel is slung around her left shoulder. A sniper rifle is slung across the right and her hair is tousled by being out in the elements most of the day.
Lucas Lucas steps into the bar, taking a look around the room he seems has the look of a new arrival, he has his AEP7 at his hip. He moves towards the bar, not apparently concerning himself with the space around Shreya. He takes a seat at the bar and motions the barman as he studies the drinks.
Iris Lark The door opens and Iris makes her way in, hesitant in general, but even more so when she spots the Zealot. It doesn't do to look afraid so she squares her shoulders and walks to the bar, taking a seat and primly crossing her legs. She raises a finger and order whatever kind of soup that is being served today, and water. She pushes her hair out of her face and pulls out a book that she opens and begins to write in.
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya looks over as the bar starts to fill up. Recognizing Iris she speaks. "Hail doctora. How goes the search for the heretical documents?" She then takes a big bite on her fork and chews heartily.
Iris Lark Iris gazes askance at Shreya and she shrugs. "It goes well, thank you for your concern." She politely responds, picking up her drink and taking a sip. "How are you doing this fine evening?" She asks, she might not care but she's polite when she can afford to be.
Lucas Lucas orders a water, sipping his drink as he listens to the conversation. He sips his drink before turning to Iris. "Sorry to intrude, you're a doctor? I may be looking for supplies soon, I might be travelling, never like doing that without a modest supply of radaway, rad-X and some stimpaks, not sure if you can supply, but I'd be glad if you did, or could point me to a supplier."
Iris Lark "I am a doctor, but the things you're asking for are..quite expensive, and the meager supplies that I have I use in my clinic." Iris admits, gazing at Lucas with interest. "Where are you traveling that you need such?" She laces her fingers together and rests her hands in her lap as she turns to converse with Lucas.
Lucas Lucas shrugs a shoulder with a grin. "I'm aware, that's why I take every oppertunity I can to pick up what supplies I can." He seems to consider the doctor for a moment. "I'm honestly, not certain yet. I'm going to be scouting the local area, seeing if I can find anything that will make me enough to stay in stimpaks and radaway..." He grins warmly. "A vicious circle I know, but I do like to know what's out there. What you don't know's what'll kill you."
Iris Lark "I have a clinic in Shantytown, and a small room in Acme, so if you stay local, we can treat you if you get injured." Iris says, pulling her newly delivered soup close and spooning some into her mouth. "I'll see what I can spare when I get back to work, maybe you can stop by and we can discuss prices?"
Lucas Lucas offers a bright grin to the doctor as he nods. "Thanks doctor, I appriciate it. I'm hoping I won't need much, but hope doesn't get you as far as spare supplies and a little caution I find."
Iris Lark Iris takes one more bite of soup, sets down her spoon. "Iris Lark." She says, a smile on her face as she holds out a hand to shake. "I am..a combat medic, I suppose - and I travel if necessary. So hopefully you won't have to find me, but if you've ever need, hopefully I can help"
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya says, "One should not scour needlessly. It is the glow that has redefined our world. It is not to be feared, but embraced."
Lucas "Lucas Reddin, explorer I suppose." He looks at Shreya and arches an eyebrow. "Can't say I'm sure we'll ever see eye to eye on that." He rolls his glass in his hands, thinking for a moment. "I'd like to see us redefine our world."
Iris Lark "I'd prefer to avoid the glow, I treat a lot of people with it, and it makes them quite uncomfortable." Iris says, her attention on her bowl and her soup. "It's a lucky thing that I have just what is needed to tamp the glow down."
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya nods. "A shame that most people cannot see his divine hand as anything more than a cancer to be purged, but we will all be reunited one day in glorious division, faithful or no. It is natural to doubt." She takes another bite chewing before speaking again. "I saw a feral ghoul flung some hundred feet by his mighty hand. But have not seen. I understand."
Iris Lark Iris gets to her feet, pushes aside her bowl and places some caps on the counter. "I hope to see you at the Clinic, Logan." She says and then she glances at Shreya. "I also hope you find what you're looking for, and are blessed as you seem to want to be." She turns then and walks out the door, into the night.
Lucas "Reunited in division? Isn't that a contridiction in terms?" Lucas sips his drink. "I've seen enough people meet the glow to be damn sure there's nothing divine in what it does." He shrugs a shoulder as he finishes his water. "I'm sorry, but it's painful and terrifying. I can't believe any divine being with good intentions would choose that form for its acts." He shrugs. "I'm sorry, I generally try not to cause offense."