Winchester/Fairfield Expedition - The Town of Fairfield

[winfield]

[You saw the towns some time ago, but it still took a good couple hours of treading past the farmland around it before you actually reached it. They have a distinctly "old western" type of feel to them, with their dusty, unpaved dirt roads and the collection of buildings-- most of them obviously wooden-- sitting side-by-side along either side of the road.

More observant residents may notice that the nearer they come to the town, the more people that look up and notice, and subsequently hurry off or head inside. And even if you didn't notice it as you closed in, it sure becomes apparent once you step under the archway of the town; there's no one around. The tumbleweed that rolls by almost seems to be mocking the residents.

Another thing that becomes apparent is the state of the town. Besides having gone eerily quiet, some of the buildings have been wrecked. There are gouges in the wood, where it hasn't been punched through or torn apart. Rails are broken, and a few of them even have damaged or missing doors.

Are they too late?]

DR. BREWER | HEATH | RECONSTRUCTION

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Dr. Brewer

[vesania]

[And while other people duck and hide, one middle aged man, followed by a teenage boy, come out to greet them. The boy stands back for now, occasionally winking at a few of the ladies, while the man clears his throat]

You'll have to excuse my people's reactions, we've had a rough couple of days. A rough couple of years, really.

[He takes a moment to study their faces, frowning softly]

I'm...afraid I don't recognise any of you. What group are you travelling with?

[kungfuwitch]

[Instantly recognizing his voice, Phoebe steps up to him with a reassuring smile]

It's okay. Their reaction is understandable. [She pauses, holding out a hand]

My name's Phoebe Halliwell. We heard your message and we've come to help.

[vesania]

[That seems to put him at ease, taking her hand and shaking it gratefully]

That's a good thing to hear, we were starting to get desperate. They've been attacking in waves every few days, and we've got next to no weapons left to defend ourselves with.

I'm Gene Brewer, I can't say how good it is to meet you.

[encryptedlock]

[York holds up an open palm in greeting.]

Glad to see you're still in one piece. My name's York, and I guess we're our own group. We heard the radio distress call.

[He frowns a little, glancing around the town. It had been years, but his own farmhouse should be around here somewhere.]

What kind of fortifications have you set up? Do you have good weapons?

[vesania]

[Brewer repeats the motion]

It's really appreciated, we're in getting desperate. We wouldn't have used the radio if we weren't.

[He gestures to the town, to the one beyond it in the distance]

Not a lot. We've been nomadic for years, we haven't really needed weapons until now, all the other groups just left us be.

[princelyspirit]

[Utena's blood chills when she sees the wreckage. Her mind flashes immediately to the last expedition, of the settlement obliterated by the crashed ship, and her face pales as she's nearly overcome with nausea. She clenches her hand into a fist, focusing on the sharpness of her nails against her palm, and forces herself to breathe slowly and evenly. Still tense, she looks towards the doctor and the young teen She only has one question on her mind]

How is everyone? Did you all escape, or...?

[vesania]

[Brewer catches those little nuances, after all these years, he's still so good at picking up on them. He lets out a soft sigh]

We finally found this place, and thought it would be a good area to make a go of it, finally settle down. We didn't expect those things to attack us. We were doing well, keeping them back, but we've lost a couple since then.

[He looks truly sorry to have lost those people, too. They don't have a lot of people to lose any more]

[wilder]

[Zelos is standing nearby, watching and observing the situation and what other people say to him]

So we heard from the distress signal.

[And bluntly as ever]

The things attacking you, were they bug people?

[vesania]

[Welp, always good to get right to the point]

The Collectors, yeah, those were them. Charming as they are.

[cyan_maid]

[There's a note of familiarity in the man's voice, though Jane knows she's never seen him before. Her gaze breaks from the destruction in the town to look at him, war fork propped over her shoulder. She came prepared for a fight, it seems.]

Um...we're travelling together as a group of our own, sir. We heard a distress call and wanted to come and help. You wouldn't happen to be the fellow who sent it, would you?

[There might also be a curious eye for that winking boy. Doesn't miss a trick, this one.]

[vesania]

[He smiles, relieved]

I was. I'm Gene Brewer, and it's really good that you came. We've been in desperate need for help.

[The boy makes a 'call me' sign at her, until a sharp look from Brewer makes him stop and whistle innocently, starting at the clouds]

[waterproofed]

Hey, no big deal man. [he waves to the teenage boy in a friendly-type way]

We're our own group. We're here to help.

[vesania]

It's rare to meet travellers you haven't run into before. How far up Nostos were you?

Still, thank you, we really need the help.

[The boy stops ogling the ladies long enough to cast Percy a cheery wave]

[pompous_today]

[Simon was set on edge by the town- it reminded him a little too much of the time he and River had been kidnapped and brought to a town much like this one, and nearly been burned to death.

Still, he knew what he had to do, and so he approached the man who appeared to be the leader, med kit in hand.]

We heard a distress message and came to assist. Is there anybody who needs medical attention?

[vesania]

[Brewer's smile widens at Simon's comment]

Oh thank you, we really do. I'm a doctor, but therapy can only do so much, my medicine is nowhere near good enough. [He nods over to one of the houses] We've been keeping the wounded in the old bank, for now. Anything you can do would be really appreciated.

Re: Dr. Brewer

[hard_talker]

[Mark waits for a lull in the conversation before he approaches, toting his boombox and a backpack]

Uh, Dr. Brewer? ... My name's Mark Hunter. I, uh ... I wondered if you needed any help with your radio equipment. I brought some spare parts from my own stuff...

[vesania]

[Brewer brightens at that sight, but not as much as the kids behind him, who looks as if mana has come from heaven and Mark is the one carrying it]

We really could, if we could get some open communication that would be fantastic. We were working on a wing and a prayer last time, you never know if things wil work in the dead zone or not.

[He glances behind him at the hyper kid] Heath could probably help you with that. He knows more about this kind of thing than me.

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine does a double take as the man approaches. 'He looks like CLU... He sounds like CLU!' But it couldn't be. CLU was a program, unable to age, and this guy had developed grey hair. Still, it was reeaaally disconcerting.

She won't let that get in the way of at least trying to be friendly, though.]

If it's been as bad as the transmission sounded, yeah, I'd say they have enough reason to be skittish.

Oh, this is our whole travel group. We're here to help you.

[vesania]

[He offers her a wide smile]

It's a pleasure to meet all of you, and we're really grateful for your help. They attacked not long back, and we're less able to deal with their attacks every time they happen.

[wishmadeinfire]

<sub>[ Ashura nods to the man, glad he had made the decision to keep his weapons either stowed away (like his fan) or sheathed. He wished he was not quite so dust and sweat coated from their traveling, but he would have to make do with first impressions as is.

He casts a smile at the young boy, hoping to put him at ease, relaxing his own posture. ]</sub>

One can hardly blame you. We react that way at times too, after all. We can assure you, though, we did not come with the intention to harm but to aid however we can. You did send the message, did you not?

[vesania]

We did, and it's really good to see at least some people are willing to respond out here. Thank you, we'll take any help you can get.

[The kid seems pretty relaxed, giving him a lazy wave]

Re: Dr. Brewer

[toobravehearted]

[Noting as much as he can around the town, the Doctor thinks he knows what he sees, suspicious and scared people, rightly so. Removing his hat as he steps forward, he approaches the man that had greeted them.]

[On his face is a concerned frown, tempered with a little relief that they did get here in time to help.] Your voice, sir, it was yourself that made the radio distress call? A lot of us agreed that it was the least we could do to offer our help.

Re: Dr. Brewer

[the_effect_she_has]

[Katniss was doing a perimeter check, and when she came back on her horse, she noted everyone talking to the Doctor, and the kid. She climbed off her horse, making sure that her bow was easy to pull free, as well as her knife, before she approached the duo.]

You must be the Doctor. I'm Katniss Everdeen. I just checked your perimeter -- it looks clear for now. But can you give us some details on the attacks, so we know what we're going to be dealing with?

Re: Dr. Brewer

[silentrunning]

[Chell's kept silent so far. But when the doctor introduces himself, she waves. She heard that broadcast too. Her eyes flick around nervously, but finally she does speak.]

I don't know what help I can be, but I will help in any way I can. My name is Chell.

Re: Dr. Brewer

[lara_the_explorer]

[Lara lowered her gun and puts it away seeing the people's reactions. She stopped her horse and gets down from it to meet the man]

This has been going on for years? My god...

I'm Lara Croft. We've heard a radio message and we're here to help you, sir.