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The World's End Pub
Village of Pristupin, Libor Province
Republic of Polavia
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“Take the next left, then stop when you see a blue house.” Borys guided Rowan down an even crappier-looking street than the one before. If Polavia looked poor to outside observers, this place looked poor to Polavians. When Rowan stopped the car in front of the indicated building, Borys got out and hopped the fence, leaving the car’s other passengers to be stared down by a woman sitting behind one of the windows.

A backpack appeared, thrown haphazardly over the fence, followed by a ballistic vest, a gas mask case, a baseball bat, an AK with a shovel handle for a stock and a spare pair of running shoes. Then some angry Polavian yelling, Borys’ and another man’s voice clueing the other ex-reactor operators in to the fact that the owner of the goat pen Borys had been squatting in saw him even without understanding the language, just as a dull thud that ended the shouting match indicated one of them used a traditional Polavian countryside argument to end the shouting match.

An unpunched Borys hopping the fence back to the street - carrying a whole wall mirror for some reason - likely didn’t come as a surprise. Well, the mirror probably did.

[hr][color=lightgreen][center][h3][i][b]Day 1: 18:01:42...
Oksana's Babuskha's House (Oksana's Grandmother)
Somewhere outside the village of Pristupin, Libor Province
Republic of Polavia

Blood Alcohol Levels: Questionable
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“And they said I was difficult to work with.” Borys rolled his eyes in Felix’ direction, offering a polite greeting in Polavian to Oksana’s grandmother when the old lady acknowledged their presence before translating what she said to the rest of the team.

The squat operator was the third one in right after Oksana and her grandmother, cleaning his shoes meticulously before setting foot inside and following the old woman into the kitchen. Anyone who - frankly, understandably - assumed the uncouth drunk was rushing to secure the best portion would soon witness the serving speed of a Polavian babushka with people to feed and a Polavian hick who would sooner be sober than make such a kind old woman lift such a heavy pot, by this point having enough ethanol in his bloodstream he could simply pick up the scalding hot steel pot with his bare hands like it was a basket of flowers and not feel a thing.

[quote]”Lots of guests there grandma. Sure you're gonna have enough Babushka?”[/quote]
“Of course. Any Polavian grandmother will always have en- Wait, Doc Silas? With the smooth homebrew?” Borys finally put the face to a name in his mind, immediately piling half an extra portion onto his favorite Libolian’s plate.

[hr][color=lightgreen][center][h3][i][b]Day 1: 21:21:42
Babuskha's House (Oksana's Grandmother)
Somewhere outside the village of Pristupin, Libor Province
Republic of Polavia

Bellies: Full
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[quote]”How the hell did she make that much food? There's like, not enough pantry?”[/quote]
Borys was the last to leave the house, flicking dirty dish water off his hands even as he did. “Old magic of Polavian hedge witches. Every pantry door is a portal to an extradimensional space.” Borys answered Felix, 100 percent bullshitting but with a completely straight face, “They really didn’t feed us well at Reactor, I’d fallen out of practice.” He huffed as he slumped in a seat in the barn, listening to the bickering.

[quote]”And why the hell did you throw a bottle at a local as our best chance?”[/quote]
“Becasue she knows how Polavia works. You tourists don’t, contrary to most DSR folk thinking you ate all of the world’s wisdom.” Borys offered a simpler explanation for the seer’s seemingly perplexing actions. “Good thing, too. If the raiding team bothered to think instead of assuming they were hot shit, we’d be in deep shit.”

Giving a half-assed salute to Felix as a semblance of a plan was put together, Borys turned to Rowan. “What do you ne-?”

[quote]”Oh you want a big batch of spell ink. You know what I use that big cauldron for… you know the one you want me to leave behind! If I have to leave all my gear here, I won’t be able to set up a still to provide Borys with alcohol either. Fuck you Felix!”[/quote]
“Easy, easy. He may be dense enough to sink in pools, but he’s from Liboli, it’s not his fault. He wants a big batch now to cover for the possible absence of the cauldron later.” He tried to calm Rowan down a bit.

“Like it or not we’ve been seen together, by now we’re all on the list, if for no other reason than to prevent us from helping him. So we either put the cat in a carrier crate and mail him express back to DSR, or we figure out how to live together until this bullshit blows over. And the former is snitching bitch behavior and thus not an option.” He declared with the finality of someone who has been through a Polavian prison and had their code of conduct hammered into his mind, “I agree we should move out of here. If Harry Whatshisface is willing to raid a pub in broad daylight, he’d turn Maria Denisovna’s house into splinters without a second thought.”