text, @TARANTO, day after the saloon fire

[heavyhitter]

hey guys guess what: blankets!!! me and TF to the fucking rescue, we rustled up like 40 of these bad boys
super cozy, some nice patterns. one of them has a robot wolf on it
it was also all entirely legal

they're ALMOST free, all you gotta do is tell me a story then come get one (i'm by those spiky ass fat plants that bleed if you knock them over)

also since i have 40 and there's more than 40 of us, i guess also pick someone to get cozy with

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text, @red.

[gutpunching]

Very Robin Hood of you.

[Rob from the blanket-rich, give to the blanket-poor, et cetera. Someone's been keeping busy in the midst of all the infodumps.]

Gonna pick up archery, next?

[heavyhitter]

hell no, graham tried and it didn't go well for the bow

[gutpunching]

[Whups. Well, that's no surprise. Superstrength: 1, outdated Oliver Queen bullcrap: 0. As he's not at all here to be Actually Helpful—]

Too bad, really spoils the whole theme. Presentation is everything, you know.

[heavyhitter]

yeah what a shame looks like i wasn't cut out to be TOO goodly huh

[gutpunching]

Sounds like green's just not your color.

[It's been Done to Death anyway, lets be real.]

Don't worry, I don't think anyone's getting the wrong idea.

[God forbid she comes off as too goodly. (He doesn't even have to skim through the responses to make that bet.)]

[heavyhitter]

yeah well thank god

you want one? i won't even make you do a story

[gutpunching]

[Is this preferential treatment because she just likes him better, or because she knows better by now than to expect him to cough up.]

Far be it from me to deprive you of a literary bargaining chip.

[Read: Thanks, but no thanks. He can take care of himself.]

[heavyhitter]

wow fine i'll just drop one on you later, you'll never see it coming

[gutpunching]

That would be some trick.

[She can certainly try.]

[heavyhitter]

[ yeah no she stands no chance, she knows this ]

yeah watch your back
better not sleep tonight

come to think of it where ARE you holing up

[gutpunching]

[Ah yes, better not sleep or he'll get attacked by a blanket, of all things. The most dire of threats.]

Why? Feeling like a sleepover?

[heavyhitter]

definitely
the more bodies the cozier, right?

[gutpunching]

[He definitely should have expected her to take him seriously, in hindsight.]

Running low on bodies over there already?

[heavyhitter]

[ sorry that SOME PEOPLE don't fuck around about their sleepovers ]

i only have 2, that's just 2 more than none, jason
it's a serious issue

[gutpunching]

[That sounds like a personal problem!!!]

They do say three's a crowd.

[If she expected him to not be Difficult about just about anything then I don't know what to tell her anymore.]

[heavyhitter]

really? the more the merrier is what i keep hearing

[gutpunching]

If you were looking for Merry Men, you should have just said so.

[Didn't they play out the Robin Hood references a few comments ago.]

[heavyhitter]

wait

did you bring this around to robin hood again? that's still robin hood right
i thought we got past that

[gutpunching]

It is a classic.

[You're the one who wanted to be making merry, how can he resist the low hanging fruit. They don't often get to share a reference. But mostly he's just deflecting while he gets around to deciding how much he's going to humor her.]

Would you prefer La Cosa Nostra?

[Sounds a little more her speed than the men in tights.]

[heavyhitter]

i might have a SLIGHT preference, maybe

[gutpunching]

[Maybe. He can switch metaphorical gears, he's accommodating like that.]

Here I figured being Boss of Blanket Mountain would make you pretty popular.

[And yet she's still sitting at a paltry two bodies, what a shame.]

[heavyhitter]

hahaha that's much better
anyway i'm a discerning boss of blanket mountain, i don't pick up just anyone to be capo

come on seriously stop by for like an hour tops

[gutpunching]

[It's like being King of the Mountain, only warmer and goofier sounding, probably. After a beat, as if he has to Consider This Seriously—]

Deal. Give me half an hour.

[That is, before he shows up at the doorstep of her slowly-shrinking quilted kingdom—hands in pockets, collar turned up against the desert chill. Hope she's wrapped up her story-bartering by then.]

[heavyhitter]

[ Score. An hour visit is way easier to stretch into proper hanging out, once she's got her foot in the door. And half an hour is certainly enough to have reduced some of Mt Blanket, which leaves Sigma and Ramir's tent set up with most of the remainders draped over its sides to keep in the heat.

Ramir's hanging out outside, wrapped in a blanket as she skims the jewelry network, with Sigma in the tent itself where reasonable, heat-liking people tend to be. She offers a wave as Jason shows himself over. ]

Oh shit, look who made it!

[gutpunching]

[Put it that way and it almost sounds like you're trying to con him into sleepovers against his will. That's some real shady business, bud. By the time he comes around, Blanket Mountain looks a little more like Blanket Molehill, and the sun's sunk a little lower in the sky. He cants his head back at her and stops a few feet away, hanging outside like the unreasonable, stubborn, cold-weathering people they are.]

Look at you.

[That's some setup she's got. Makes you wonder why she'd bothered fishing after his.]

Settling down already?