Trash Too

Post date: Apr 17, 2008 1:45:1 AM

Ok, so lets take it for granted that there was indeed a Private Lopez, and

that all three of you were Really Brown Coats.

Whether or not Private Lopez (henceforth P.L.) is dead or merely bootless,

lets say you do recall him hyping up tales about his brother Hi-Lo, who P.L.

swears was also a Brown Coater, even if all the tales are just a bucket of

white wash.

Not too many questions or comments on the "Charlie's Bar, Porno Palace, and

Corner Market" scene so far.

Johnny! Jimmy!

Recall the description of the dead body Clyde was talking about? About half

a beer pitcher later, one of you has a brain cells that finally clicks into

place, you can argue about whose it was later, it sputters and connects to

something about "he had on a really ragged brown trench coat", then that

brain cell fades and joins the yellow urine stream of consciousness.

If Lifter was there he would figure it was probably the Trench part that

deep sixed your attention spanners, as it did separate the words Brown and

Coat.

Once triggered perhaps you have some further questions for Clyde? His mug is

getting a bit on the empty side. Perhaps a refill might jog his memory

cells and ellicit a bit more information about things?

Johnny wants to know more about the watch that he found. I buy him a drink and ask him to show it to me. It might give us some clues as to who this "brown coat" was. Right now I am not likin' this Clyde fellow much since it sounds like he may have robbed a fellow Browncoat. But more importantly I want to know who the guy may have been so his family can be notified proper like.

If the body is no longer in the custody of the Space Port Authority, as in they have sent it on for recycling, can you say Soylent Green, they will at least have taken a few photos to post on the Cortex and the Lost and Found Wall.

All that is Green is not Algae, and all Algae is not Green.

You could also check out the dumpster, maybe Clyde missed something in his haste, and it doesn't sound like the doughnut crew will be doing any thorough SPA treatments of the corpse either. Let me know who decides to check the dumpster or hit the SPA

PS Is the watch expensive? About how much would it cost new? How about at a pawn shop?

The Pawn shop prices? Think general rule is they buy for about 1/4 of what approaches full value, skewed down depending upon wear, with hopes of selling it again for somewhere near to full and sometimes willing to be bargained down to near 1/2, still letting them make double their money.

Now when old Clyde is holding out for 2 and a 1/4 value, he is misspeaking to your minds, not 2.25 the full value, but only 2.25 times the base 0.25 offer from the pawn broker, so he is really hoping for something like upto 3/4 of the original value.

To Clyde it is a "kick-ass new watch, on a Spandex Band!" Yeah real classy! But taking a 2^nd look at Clyde, while trying to stay down wind of him, yeah, comparatively, it is classy. Clyde is willing to discuss parting with it, but first "I got to show my Old Lady that I can still make the Big Score!"

The watch face itself seems to be running some type of screen saver program? You can see what might be a field of stars, they are "twinkling nifty", that seems to morph into what might be a totally different star field, with maybe a planet or two just passing out of view, or just blocked by asteroids? The morph itself seems odd, an explosion of some sort that bursts out of the middle of the screen swirls crazily about then implodes? Yeah, maybe "twinkling nifty" describes it fairly well.

As for P.L. we are pretty sure he was shot inthe head escaping from somewhere. He was at least shot in the head. The poor fool had a head so hard he figerred he didn't need no helmet.

So what is the 41^st Unit Insignia anyway? Johnny recalls that it was green and black checked shield with a big red 41 on it. But for those few that survived it is also fondly accepted to be an upturned helmet boiling over a fire with a boot toe visibly bobbing, still in green and black, just like the gangrenous feet that they took the boots from.

J.D.

First, did we figure out where this is taking place?

Lets call it the next podunk Space Station that you come to. Ok then this part of the story commences the Backwater will hence be Badwater, a small domed moon, where the Gas is the only thing really getting High.

I got thefeeling it was a rather small place, but if it can afford to hire a

full time garbage man, maybe its bigger?

Clyde is freelance, a scrounger, scavenging what he can from the garbage.

I'll say JD is at the bar. mans gotta eat (and drink) and it sounds

like a classy joint.

It is still a little early, but hopefully the quality of the availables will increase in eye candy value, or you might drink enough that it won't matter!

gotta say i don't see nutin in the story about a

brown coat or nutin, just that the corpse was a big guy.

I have hijacked someone else's story, but intend to add to it as we go along.

(Feel free to ignore references to Aliens for now but will leave them as they did appear in the original story)

Jimmy

I was just sitting there, minding my own business, swapping war stories with my buddy Johny, and then this fool comes in whining and bitching about his troubles? I really could give a rat's ass about his troubles, however, once the potential brown-coatedness comes up, I'll pay a little more attention. The watch doesn't seem that special to me, but since it seems Johny is siddling up to the guy for some chatter and what not, I'll join him (no doubt he'll need a loan from The Bank of Jimmy to cover the cost of buying the watch...). Luckily for the Bank o Jimmy, Clyde was sucking down some pretty cheap swill, so it doesnt make too big a dent.

I figure at this time in the early afternoon at the bar, since Johnny succeeded in avoiding the more desperate an decrepit of the freezing floosies near the space docks he will still have some coins in his moth nest that he calls a wallet to avoid dipping into the BoJ, the Bank of Jimmy.

Assuming that someone will agree, JD Johnny & Jimmy so far, to accompany Clyde back to his humble Abode, so his wife can see his success, you encounter the Family! Blue is from the original Story

"You're drunk!" Ruth screamed. "And you're bringin your Drunken riffraff here to drink up all our beer!"

"You ever find a dead guy in a dumpster, Ruth?" Clyde yelled back as he, passes you one and opened the beer in his hand and flopped into his chair.

"I'm getting a little tired of that lame old excuse, Clyde, and would you look what you did to your coveralls? Could you just not stand to have even one pair without a stripe of filth across them?"

"Get off my back, woman!"

"What a lovely example you're setting for the kids," Ruth said.

Clyde's son walked in the room eating something. The wretched little bastard was always eating. "You smell like shit, Dad," he said.

"You watch your mouth!" Clyde yelled. Whether the boy actually respected him or not, he shut up, which was all Clyde really cared about.

His daughter swept in the room whining that she wanted a new dress for some big dance they were having at school, and how she wished they lived someplace where there were more boys of her own species. As she sizes each of you up and down, you wil probably have to try hard to keep your gorge down, as she did not even inherit Clydes trashy looks. As she turns towards Jimmy, her piggy little eyes Bulge outwards, barely contained by her rapidly batting eye lashses, her body quivers, and her face spasms spastically, twitching wiit seems as if her tongue is either doing a Saint Bernard immitation, or she is just trying to clean her nostrils? How if Clyde had a better job they could afford to live on a real planet somewhere, and she could have a new dress. As she accidentally bumps into Jimmy's nether regions on her way to her room, while staring up into Jimmy's eyes she suggestively suggests "Why don't you invite your friend here to stay the night Dad?"

Ruth defensively rushes at Jimmy, shouting "If the dashing young Gunslinger is going to be staying the night, it will not be with my dear little 12 year old, it will be with someone of a more mature demeanor, ME!"

Jimmy:

(I'll take on the both of 'em!!!)

Actually I won't. I'll explain, politely, that while the offer is mighty generous, I do have duties I need to attend to on the ship, as well as Missus who'd be a might ornery if I didn't show up this even. Being a little drunk is one thing, she knows Johny, but missing entirely might cause a riot.

Emmay will be darned pleased to learn of Jimmys admirable restraint at turning down both young fresh and old haggle toothed poggy bait!

(Ah the sheer blish of famliy life! The joys and Tribble nations to be found in a Well planned and full participation of Parenthood, with none of the regrets of a miss spent youth! Sow those Wild Oats while you can me Boyos, lest they be Reaped Upon the Girlwinds!)

They all started talking at once, and Clyde sucked on his beer and tuned them all out. He turned on the TV. It sucked; he starts to explain to you how some upper class idiot thought he could instill family values in the masses by slinging the "ideal" family in your face with a laugh track which told you when to laugh, except none of it was funny because none of them understood that real humor came from pain. None of these make-believe people worked real jobs or got their hands dirty. They didn't have a wife they had grown to hate or kids they couldn't stand, and who couldn't stand them either. Maybe he should just teleport himself into one of the mindless sitcoms, sit behind a desk all day, crack stupid jokes about his PC, and go home to his perfect wife and family whose biggest problem could be solved in thirty minutes or less.

There has to be some way out of this hell. There just has to be, he grumbles. He then remembers that you are there!

JD is curious about the dead guy, is more practical and has a notion that this scavenger might have scavenged some good stuff in his years (unbeknownest to him) and it might be worth checking out his stash. So he'll offer to walk him home in the hopes of spying something of value. after he recovers from the hideousness and assuming he doens't see anything of value he'll downright ask Clyde if he's got anything for sale from his scavenging.

Anyone else got wants n needs for BadWater cast offs? What ever Clyde might have generally wont be in the best of working conditions, needin a might of fixing an tinkering unless he "found it functional", amazing what people will discard these days he says.