Half-Life NPCs (
smelltheashes) wrote2010-07-21 07:48 pm
Whistle Stop
Thirty seconds ago White Forest was being destroyed with unthinkable thunder and fire from the skies.
That was then.
WHOMP!
This is now. And it has gone very, very quiet.
That was then.
WHOMP!
This is now. And it has gone very, very quiet.

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Jerry nods and heads off. He eventually returns with the rest of the grey-clad patrol and what might've once been some form of ramp or something used in mining. "This ought to do it," he says. "Let's get you folks set up now..."
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"Yeah, Mom?"
"Thought you said you were gonna double the population 'round here." She gestures towards the disembarking crowd. "I might need glasses at my age but I can still see this is one hell of a lot more than double a hundred'n forty-seven."
"More like triple," Dan concedes. "Sorry, Momma. Wanted to ease you into it-"
"That ain't the point, Dan. You thought I'd turn folks away in a time of need just 'cause there were too many?" She shakes her head. "You'n me, we're gonna have us a little talk first chance we get... Sorry 'bout that, Ms. Vance. Hope your folks don't have a problem with close quarters."
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Unless people want to stay on the Borealis. And given the speed at which they're leaving, that seems unlikely.
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She'll deal with the whole my son appeared out of NOWHERE with a GIANT TELEPORTING BOAT full of STRANGE PEOPLE and DROPPED THEM ALL IN MY LAP thing when she's alone. Right now, she's got an image to uphold and a lot of hospitality to live up to and she will be damned if any of these people see her being anything but up to the task.
"Dave, you'n Jerry better bring up the rear. Me'n Dan'll be up front in case Ms. Vance here's got any questions or anything."
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"I am sorry to impose on you like this, Mrs. Shephard. If there's anything we can do to help out..."
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She glances at Alyx, eyes traveling up and down for a moment.
"You ain't tryin' to do all this alone, are you?"
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There's plenty of young women in Alyx's condition in Rowlesburg these days. Kate's aware of just how delicate male-female relations can be, with this generation of young people not really knowing how to handle anything whatsoever. Coming out and asking where is he, and why isn't he with you? isn't something she asks lightly.
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Then the other sentence sinks in.
"Waaaaait a second. Adrian's alive?"
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"I believe you, Danny," Kate says. "Don't you worry none. Ms. Vance, you don't have a thing to be sorry for. Not a single damn thing, you hear me?"
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Dan clears his throat briefly and gives his mother a meaningful look. Kate glances at him, then at Alyx; her expression goes from one of urgent enthusiasm to something a good deal softer as she rewinds the conversation several sentences. "Tell you what," she says, and reaches out to put her hands on Alyx's shoulders. "How 'bout you just hang on a little bit longer, 'n as soon as we get inside you can sit down'n have yourself a good cry or somethin'? I'll be right nearby if you need somebody. Promise."
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She just nods again, not meeting Kate's eyes.
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...mmm. Not bad.
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The mouth of Druid Cave is pretty well obscured by brush and snow, but it's very carefully arranged brush and snow, and it comes away quickly to reveal a rough-edged, triangular opening probably wide enough for three or four people to walk side by side. It's dim inside, but not entirely dark; the passage glimmers with shafts of what might be daylight reflected inward from cracks and gaps above. Dan murmurs something about it being amazing what you can do with a real bored engineer, some mining equipment, and a whole bunch of glass as Kate produces a couple of Coleman lanterns from a concealed stash in the wall and starts handing them out. "Light 'em up," she instructs, keeping the last one for herself. "It's not that much father, but no sense stumbling now."
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She moves extra slowly, glancing over her shoulder regularly to make nobody trips or loses their footing on the cool, damp stone, or on the metal stairs that take over from them as the tunnel walls suddenly disappear. (Unlike Black Mesa, these stairs have handrails. On both sides.) The metal stairs snake their way down into a wide, high-ceilinged cavern of brown and black stone. There are houses here, plenty of them- small, to be true, but livable. Most of them look as if they were built in a hurry and modified to last afterwards.
"Not what I'd call my ideal standard of livin'," says Kate, "but it sure beats getting noticed by Combine, or eaten by some of the things in the forest."
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