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[outshine]

I don't know about you guys, but I was done with this moon business about three weeks ago.

Now I know we have some intrepid young and not so young adventurers out there, who wants a chance to earn a little extra cash when we get back to Earth, eh? Or maybe I can hook you up with a nicer suite. Housing building penthouse. Sounds great, right? All you gotta do is take a spin in the time machine and get me a few things. I got a specific list, and I'll make sure you're getting to the right places to get 'em, but here's an idea of what I need:

onions
cactus
snake(s)
six pack of beer (anything but light)
some of those little package noodles

If you're interested, let me know.

[ NPC intro! Trish cannot ACTUALLY pay you more or get you better housing but she'll let you think she can. ]

Comments

[icy_heavens]

And I suppose the beer is of dire importance as well?

[outshine]

You got it. You're a sharp one, huh?

[icy_heavens]

Nothing on this list is that important.

[outshine]

That's why I'm the medic here and you're not.

[icy_heavens]

Beer and package noodles are not medical supplies.

[outshine]

Maybe not to you they're not.

[icy_heavens]

Then by all means, enlighten me as to their healing properties.

[outshine]

Ever heard of comfort food? It's a psychological thing.

[icy_heavens]

How long are you going to pretend this isn't all just for your personal use?

Added to that, how precisely would a medic be able to promise higher pay and better living quarters?

[Just logic-ing the shit out of this.]

[outshine]

I dunno, about as long as you'll let me.

You don't know who I know. I have so many strings to pull, I am like some off the hook puppetmaster.