WDYD?

Hello

???: Oh, hi...

You ok?

???: Yeah, I’m trying to find someone and i’m new to this place.

Who are you trying to find?

???: This person, *shows a paper* They’re supposed to sell me something.

*eyes flash with recognition* what's their name?

???: I think his name is Rafael..?

Oh.... I don't think I know him

???: Hm, he said he would be here, and he isn’t responding to my messages right now...

I think I could find him *pulls a small glass ball out of my pocket*

???: What’s that...?

A Spyball.

???: Wow, why do you have a spyball?

Wasteland:*someone who was wearing cowboy like clothes, watching her* Hey there mam, you lost?

???: Uh, actually yeah, I’m new around here, trying to find someone.

Wasteland: And who might that be, mam? *he went closer, revealing that he was blind*

???: ...his name is Rafael, and he has a deep voice. He is supposed to sell me something.

Wasteland: I suppose I could be a little bit of an escort. Where did he say he'd be?

???: He didn’t say specifically, he just said in this general area. And for some reason, he isn’t responding to my messages anymore.

Wasteland: I'd wait. I can make a campfire if you'd like it.

???: Oh, sure.

Wasteland:*he reached into a bag he had and pulled out some wood. He set them up in a campfire way and tossed some flint in there. He then pulled out his revolver and shot the flint, starting the fire.* There we go.

Ava: I’m Ava, thank you for helping me.

Wasteland: I don't got a name, but people from other worlds call me Wasteland. And you're welcome.

Ava: Is there a reason people call you Wasteland?

Wasteland:Cause, where I live, it's a wasteland. Nothing but sand, and giant worms everywhere. Occasionally you find artifacts from before the fallout, I once found a sign that said "Seven dash Eleven" Too big to carry it though.

Ava: Huh, that sounds oddly familiar.

Wasteland: Hm, for you it is. I have no idea what it means.

Ava: It sounds really familiar but I can’t quite place my finger on it...

Wasteland:If you remember, tell me. *he put a can full of a bitter brown liquid next to the fire*

Ava: What’s that?

Wasteland: Where I come from, it's called coffee.

Ava: Looks more like poop to me. Where I’m from, I mostly drink bleach.

Wasteland:What's bleach? *he handed them the coffee* Want some?

Ava: In most places, I think it’s some sort of cleaning product.. No thanks. I’m good.

Wasteland: Suit yourself *he chugged the black liquid* The only thing I keep clean is my gun.

Ava: Ooooo, what kind of gun?

Wasteland:*he pulled out a revolver, covered in dirt and dust*

Ava: Wow, how long have you had it?

Wasteland: Years. Since before that man made me go blind.

Ava: Who made you blind?

Wasteland:Calls himself The Baron of Sand. He sent his mutated hounds after me, and they done claw my eyes to hell.

Ava: Did you provoke him in some way? Or did he just attack for no reason?

Wasteland: I stole his hat. *he pointed to the hat he wore*

Ava: Huh. Was it worth it?

Wasteland: Yep, I think I look good in it.

Ava: Heh, i’m surprised someone like you could be so, i don’t know, happy i guess. Sorry if that sounds mean.

Wasteland: It doesn't, I'm usually rude, but I'm less when I'm not stealing anything, or causing a ruckus in the saloon.

Ava: Hm. Is that how life is here? Constant stealing and fights?

Wasteland:Only when we want it. Sometimes it's peaceful. Sometimes.

Ava: Couldn’t you just, leave to another planet or state or anything like that?

Wasteland:I don't think we're as advanced as you think. Plus, there are no states, just deserts, swamps, and forests.

Ava: Well, what type of technology do you have?

Wasteland:Dune buggies, harpoons, rifles.

Ava: Computers, phones, laptops, tablets? Any of that?

Wasteland:Whatever those are, no.

Ava: Hm. A phone is something you can text with, make calls with, and use it for online games. Surprised you don’t know them.

Wasteland:*he pulled out a journal* Okay, what does text and online mean?

Ava: Text is almost like writing a letter, except it gets to that person immediately and don’t have to wait like a week. Online is just a different, world i guess, that’s only accessed through the phone.

Wasteland:*he wrote down notes* So how does the posting office do it so quickly?

Ava: Heh, the posting office doesn’t do it. It uses the online world and quickly does it. No idea how.

Wasteland:*confused blind noises* You know what? let's stop this, I'm getting to confused.

Ava: Yeah I’m confusing myself now.

Wasteland:So, you got any family? A brother or someone like that?

Ava: Dad and an older brother, but my older brother is dead. But I can still somehow see him..

Wasteland:Well I got nobody. No parents, no siblings.

Ava: How do you survive like that? I couldn’t live if i never saw my brother every night..

Wasteland:Well that's how I lived in my world. No one cares for me, I care for no one.

Ava: Well, you don’t do that randomly. Did something happen? I trusted people too easily, so now i sorta keep to myself..

Wasteland:*he looked away* Everyone I met and trusted stabbed me in the back and left me for dead.

Ava: Well, in the tough times your in, not surprised.

Wasteland:*he sighed, and looked at the ground*