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Ino and Cassandra were down at Wellspring Arms for dawn. Slipping inside, taking note of what the other two had cleaned (and wincing at the damage that was still evident) they quickly went about making the place their own sort of ‘base’ for the next twenty-four hours.
She had her gun, and every weapon she’d come to Fandom with, down to the shuriken that Kabuto had given her for Christmas and the wire that had been sitting in the weapons locker for nearly a year.
In relatively short-order, Wellspring Arms became severely infested with booby-traps. Anyone entering was going to get several very vicious surprises if they didn’t knock first.
And if they knocked, well, there’d be very little answer until they’d confirmed the identity of the knocker.
The sign was still on the door and—
Wellspring Arms was very very closed.
[Establishy mainly, though you could have a character come by and react to it being closed. Either way, they won’t be answering you. Cassandra totally modded with permission! Not part of The Plot, just the blondes dealing with the aftermath again.]
She had her gun, and every weapon she’d come to Fandom with, down to the shuriken that Kabuto had given her for Christmas and the wire that had been sitting in the weapons locker for nearly a year.
In relatively short-order, Wellspring Arms became severely infested with booby-traps. Anyone entering was going to get several very vicious surprises if they didn’t knock first.
And if they knocked, well, there’d be very little answer until they’d confirmed the identity of the knocker.
The sign was still on the door and—
Wellspring Arms was very very closed.
[Establishy mainly, though you could have a character come by and react to it being closed. Either way, they won’t be answering you. Cassandra totally modded with permission! Not part of The Plot, just the blondes dealing with the aftermath again.]
