[The run-down diner isn't something that would look out of place in No Man's Land. Nor is the the garage. When Vash wakes up in the summoning circle in the garage, he assumes, at first, that someone retrieved him from the Sand Steamer after he collapsed, and he starts looking around for its owner to thank them for their help, when he hears a jingle in his coat pocket that wasn't there before. Keys...? How did those get in his jacket?
Perhaps it's slightly inevitable that he ends up ah, waylaid en route to finding his own vehicle, though; many of these are in rough shape, after all, in various states of disrepair. Catch him with a toolbox he's found somewhere, a smear of grease on his cheek, and a smile tinkering with a busted axle or stuck door despite the cracks on his own prosthetic arm. It'll be fine, don't worry about it.]
Ah, sorry, was this yours? I woke up in here with these keys and thought while I try to figure out who to give them back to, I might as well fix up some of the rest of these, haha. It should be ready to go in a minute.
ii. mama hen makes a nest
[It was perhaps inevitable; Vash is driving a fairly light vehicle, and he went out into the storm to try to be a distraction for the birds, a nice moving target bothering them and drawing attention so others can shelter safely. So at some point, a couple of those harpy traits start kicking in, and he finds himself compelled to nest. Normally you'd never catch him taking anything from anywhere without asking, but the tablecloths in the dinner and any decorative cushions sure do start to disappear one by one, and then even the greasy cloths used at the garage.
He should probably be more embarrassed of his behavior, and he will be, but at the moment, if he should come upon someone cold and wet from the storm, he ushers them to join him.]
Come on, come on, you must be freezing. I know a spot that's warm and dry, alright? You'll be safer there.
iii. rain, shine, or salvage
[The storm's over. Vash has never quite seen so much water in his life, and he finds himself sitting at the edge of the puddles with a jar in one hand, contemplative. It seems like a waste not to take some along, in case there's a shortage later on. He knows how precious hydration can be, as a man from a largely uninhabitable desert.]
Do you think the stove in the diner still works? It's pretty damaged from last night, but if we could use it then we could boil some of this water...
vash the stampede | trigun stampede
[The run-down diner isn't something that would look out of place in No Man's Land. Nor is the the garage. When Vash wakes up in the summoning circle in the garage, he assumes, at first, that someone retrieved him from the Sand Steamer after he collapsed, and he starts looking around for its owner to thank them for their help, when he hears a jingle in his coat pocket that wasn't there before. Keys...? How did those get in his jacket?
Perhaps it's slightly inevitable that he ends up ah, waylaid en route to finding his own vehicle, though; many of these are in rough shape, after all, in various states of disrepair. Catch him with a toolbox he's found somewhere, a smear of grease on his cheek, and a smile tinkering with a busted axle or stuck door despite the cracks on his own prosthetic arm. It'll be fine, don't worry about it.]
Ah, sorry, was this yours? I woke up in here with these keys and thought while I try to figure out who to give them back to, I might as well fix up some of the rest of these, haha. It should be ready to go in a minute.
ii. mama hen makes a nest
[It was perhaps inevitable; Vash is driving a fairly light vehicle, and he went out into the storm to try to be a distraction for the birds, a nice moving target bothering them and drawing attention so others can shelter safely. So at some point, a couple of those harpy traits start kicking in, and he finds himself compelled to nest. Normally you'd never catch him taking anything from anywhere without asking, but the tablecloths in the dinner and any decorative cushions sure do start to disappear one by one, and then even the greasy cloths used at the garage.
He should probably be more embarrassed of his behavior, and he will be, but at the moment, if he should come upon someone cold and wet from the storm, he ushers them to join him.]
Come on, come on, you must be freezing. I know a spot that's warm and dry, alright? You'll be safer there.
iii. rain, shine, or salvage
[The storm's over. Vash has never quite seen so much water in his life, and he finds himself sitting at the edge of the puddles with a jar in one hand, contemplative. It seems like a waste not to take some along, in case there's a shortage later on. He knows how precious hydration can be, as a man from a largely uninhabitable desert.]
Do you think the stove in the diner still works? It's pretty damaged from last night, but if we could use it then we could boil some of this water...