Day 097: Lost Treasures Of Football
Summary: Sev has some items that he thinks Grey might be interested in.
Date: 3 August 2016
Related: None directly.
Sev Grey 


Main Gates, Camp Jaha

There are two sets of gates at the front of the Skaikru encampment, both overseen by the giant arch of Alpha Station's ring. The inner gates are a collection of metal plates making a solid portal that can be swung open to clear the road in and out of the camp. Ten meters further out is a wire gate, connected to an electrified fence. The gate too carries current, except when it has to be opened or closed. Above this exterior gate hangs a metal plate, letters punched out of it to spell 'Camp Jaha.'

Outside the wire fence, a rolling meadow and several stands of young alder lead down to a small stream and then the shores of Lake Arkadia — or Lake Audo to the Trikru. A small range of mountains rises to the west, in the depths of thick forest.

97 Days After Landing

Sev has been spending the day at the Ark, making an open offer for trade for anyone that might be seeking to do so. In the nomad's mind, open trade is always a good way to improve relations between people's. Worked with the Sankru, worked with the Podakru, why not work here as well? For the moment, he's just sitting on the short set of stairs that lead into the wagon, puffing placidly on his pipe. Sometimes, you just gotta wait for the customers to come to you. And he doesn't want to seem improper and try bringing his wagon down the Row.

Grey has just removed his armored jacket, leaving him in a simple black t-shirt and his usual cargo pants. Evidently, he has just finished a shift on-duty when word comes that the wagon is at the gates. Pulling the wrinkles and gathers out of the shoulders of his shirts, he approaches, offering an upnod to the man smoking a pipe on the steps. "Heya." The word sounds only vaguely like the Trikru greeting. Grey can massacre (quite unintentionally) even that simple word. "You're… the trader? Grey kom Skaikru."

"Grey kom Skaikru." Sev chews on the word. "You were one of those I actually had hoped I would be seen while I was here." the older man replies, standing up. "Sev kom Trikru. Healer and trader. Kai has spoken about you." Then a pause. "Good things, believe it or not." Looks like there's a woman and young boy off a little bit in the nearby field down by the lake. "She had spoken to me about a…game, you enjoy?" Maybe not sure if that's the right word. "What was it called? Football, I believe? I may of things that would be of interest to you."

It's good that Sev offers the additional detail, because when he mentions that Kai had spoken of Grey, the Guardsman's jaw sets, a mulish look stealing across his features. And then he lets out a breath, forcing himself to relax again, "Pleased to meet you, Sev kom Trikru." There are few Trigedasleng words that he does not mispronounce, but those last two, at least, he can manage. His dark eyes brighten a little at the topic of discussion, "Yeah… football. The game of 'hedas. I've been talkin' to some of the other Trikru, gonna show a game out here on-screen some time soon. You interested… wait, you said you had some things?" And now he sounds interested, leaning forward slightly. "What sorta things?"

Sev holds up a hand. "Yes, I am aware of your current gulf of differences between you and Kai." Apparently he saw that look. "But, she did point me in your direction. Said that you would appreciate it." He considers the Guard's words. "The game of heda's, you say. Interesting. I am surprised such a game did not survive the fall. But, regardless, I would be interested in watching such a game. However, yes, I have things to offer you." He walks back alongside his wagon, unhooking the rear gate. "I was informed by Kai, these things, which I have collected over my years of exploring old world ruins, are things belonging to the game." One is a deflated football. Decent shape, just needs air. Another is a helmet. Dirty, scuffed up, and with a crack along the side, but otherwise intact. The faded colors suggest it's black with a purple stripe going along the top. A partially torn decal suggests some kind of bird. A trading card, kept in plastic, because collectors back then were fastidious about cards long before the bombs fell, preferring to keep them sealed. This just happens to be an Atlanta Falcons Dieon Sanders rookie card. And an obviously worn but well-loved Brett Farve New York Jets jersey. Of all the Farve jerseys that survived, it had to be a Jets one. "Any of these items hold interest to you?"

Grey shakes his head, "Figure you guys had more important things to do than remember all the crazy rules. There's probably some game you play with a ball and everyone tryin' to tackle the person with the ball that's got its roots in football." Bare weeks ago, he would have been salivating over the deflated football, and it still gets a couple of close looks, "Nice…" The helmet… the helmet he brushes his fingers over, grinning, and he nods, "Yeah… Ravens helmet. I was always more of a Sentinels fan, but the Ravens had some pretty badass teams way back when. Ray Lewis, one of the baddest dudes to ever strap on a helmet. You guys woulda liked him, he wore warpaint too." And two fingers streak down from just under his eye, describing a downward-pointing triangle. The jersey draws his eyes up, "Holy shit, and this one ain't Tebow. I had to burn the last one I found, the stink of the player woulda ruined the game for the whole new world." And then he finally looks back to the card, and blinks, "Daaamn. Primetime. Second best cornerback ever. Nice haul, Sev. They're all badass scores, but I gotta say, only two of 'em are practical to me." And he points out the ball and the helmet. "What're you lookin' for from Camp Jaha in trade?"

"So that was the name? I've seen others over my years. The thought I've come to it must've been a very popular sport considering the amount of items I've found pertaining to it. South of here, I found a building in the middle of the woods in Trikru lands. Hadn't been found by the kru yet. I found many things like this. Tell me, what is a…Sentinel? Many things with that name. And preference to a orange and black. Was that a team as well?" The description of Ray Lewis gets a nod. "Sounds like a warrior to me. Tebow? Was he a traitor to his…team? Coward, perhaps?" He doesn't seem to have any idea that the man just sucked at QB. "I've had more in the past. Sometimes stuff like this, but mostly clothes. Which are always good for trade. But what I'm looking for…" he rubs his chin, taking a puff on his pipe, the smoke smelling of herbs. "My friend," an indication towards the woman off with the young boy is given, "is a brewer, maker of mead, wines, vodka, and other liquors. And she plans on opening a pub in Coesbur, but she came with very little beyond her liquor itself. What I would be looking for, for her, things like plates, cups, mugs, tankards, and the like. As for myself, I would be looking for a compass, if you had one. Or perhaps one of those flameless torches that I see. But I will understand if those things are rare and you need them more than I might."

Grey leans forward at the mention of the building, "Sentinels? You found Sentinels gear? Yeah, they had… uh… two training camps near here. One was real close to where the dropship camp down, I figure it's totally gone. The other one was like… a hundred and fifty klicks south of here. Near a place called Richmond." He does some mental math… badly, "about seventy-five miles." Actually it's around 100. "As for Tebow… uh…" he tries to think of a way to make 'sucking' make sense, "Well, he thought he was the best there was. So did a bunch of other people, people who talked about football. But he was really, really, really bad." The mention of what the other man wants causes him to frown, "Now, here's where I got some problems. I've got damn near nothin' that's mine. Everything belongs to the whole camp, and none of this stuff," he gestures around the collection, "is gonna help the camp. But, I think I could probably get you a flashlight. Not one of the big, burly ones," he holds his hands apart to indicate the maglight style, "But one that works, for sure. Compass is right out. That's critical materials. Cups and stuff… maybe." He sounds doubtful, but still adds, "I'll talk to some folks."

"No, nothing overly large, perhaps something that could fit into the palm of my hand. That could fit in my satchel. Looking into people's mouths for illness. Particular deep wounds I would find it useful. And well, should I find myself in an old ruin at some point. Lost in the darkness at times is troublesome and a torch can be unreliable." There is a certain in the stories about players, because stories tends to be something he loves to share. "The fool and the giant. This Tebow and Lewis. I could make a story of that, possibly. As for the deal…" he considers, picking up the card. "Truly, the only things of value is the helmet and the shirt. This," the card, "and the football I would simply give to you. Because I nor the kru have a need of it. I simply enjoy oddities and relics. Perhaps something to give to your children when they are of age. And to be perfectly honest, nothing is gained by not offering a hand of peace. To give something away not because it gives me something, but because sometimes, making someone else's life better is worthy cause in itself. But in the end, trade is always good between krus."

Grey nods at the description of the flashlight the other man is looking for, but the description of Tebow and Lewis causes the Guardsman to blink, then laugh and nod, "Yeah. I can do you one better'n that. I'm gonna show Britt some football film. I'll find some Ray Lewis highlights on the Intranet and toss them in there too." The mention of giving things to him causes Grey's eyebrows to rise, and he starts to reach out… only to stop himself, "Tell you what, Sev kom Trikru. I'll explain the game to you. A full lesson on it, so you can understand what this stuff means. I'll do that in exchange for the football and the card. The helmet and the jersey, I'll get a flashlight for the helmet, and try to get some cups for the jersey?"

Let it not be said that Sev isn't willing to make good trades. He doesn't even ask for items. Sometimes he asks for a task to be completed, or perhaps in terms of him personally? Knowledge. A man who explores and discovers, knowledge is a treasure in of itself. "Teach me the game, hm? That would be interesting, I think. And I can't help but admit you've piqued my interest in learning something new. The helmet and jersey? That is adequate. The other two? Yes, learning about your game is also good. I find your terms acceptable, Grey kom Skaikru." He will offer his hand to seal that deal on good faith. "The card and jersey now, the football and helmet once you have completed your end of the bargain." Half now, half later.

Grey hesitates a moment, "Better not pass over the jersey yet, I'm not sure I'll be able to get any cups or plates or anything. The food service techs watch over them pretty close." Still, he reaches out himself to grasp the other man's forearm in the Trikru Warrior's clasp rather than the Skaikru handshake, "But otherwise, you got yourself a deal. Pleasure doin' business with you." And then he blinks and one hand comes up to nibble on his thumbnail, "Uh… you don't happen to have any carpeting or rugs or anything, do you? That's actually what I came out here to see about. But," he gestures to the football paraphernalia, "That… uh… kinda distracted me."

Sev grips the forearm Grey offers. "Hrm, very well. But the card is yours to take. I have little doubt any of the kru want it. They would just it for kindling anyways." Oh my, how many cards have been lost to the fire. "Though I'm curious now. You said this man was second best at his role? Who was the best, then?" he asks before taking into consideration his offer. "Rugs or carpeting. Yes, infact, I may have something like that here." There's a couple of trunks that have been tied to the underside of his wagon. One of them is unlatched and brought out. Once set on the ground, the latches are released. There are a couple of small, rolled up rugs. The knit kind. One of those spiral knit rugs too. A few smaller weaves ones. And a larger roll of shag carpeting. "Anything like this?"

Grey winces at the mention of burning the card, taking it almost reverently and tucking it into a pocket, "Sherman was the best. Then Primetime," he taps the pocket, "Revis, then Esposito and… it gets real crowded from there." The names come out casually, easily as he looks over the rugs, picking out the spiral one, "I'll get all the plastic cups and plates I can, maybe a canteen or two also, and you let me know if it's enough for this one when I come back, yeah? Gonna need somethin' on the floor when it gets cold in my place."

Sev looks at the rug. It's not his best rug, but it's not the smallest either. A couple of puffs on his pipe on that particular offer. "Toss in a couple of bottles with that and I think we have a deal." Bottles, good ones at least, ones to hold liquor in, are decent investment. Need to relear how to blow glass. "But that, with the these three and that sounds solid. You let me know if you can get a hold of these things." Then he pauses. "Tell your people that care for your food that Briar is more than willing to start opening a supply line to your Ark for her liquor. Because I have a sensation that that might be something you lack. And well, not for nothing, but Briar's mead is nothing to snuff over. And considering how hard some of you work, nothing wrong with a decent drink after work." Yeah Sev, go ahead an boast on the mead. "They might be interested in something like that."

Grey nods at the response to his offer, "I'll see what I can get in cups, plates, canteens, and bottles. I'll let you know as soon as I do." The offer draws his brows up, and he nods, "Yeah. We got some people makin' engine degreaser… uh… really strong, really bad booze. But we don't have anyone workin' on mead. Least not that I know of. Might be a nice market for that, yeah." Scrubbing at his hair, he nods back toward the gate, "Good workin' with ya', Sev kom Trikru. I should get washed up. Thanks for comin' by."

"That sounds…unpleasant." Sev considers the idea of drinking, whatever it is that Grey just described. "I will tell you only that you will like it and you won't realize you're drunk until you're falling over. Perhaps even teach you how to play Break the Table." he adds good-naturedly. "But yes, that does indeed sound like a good deal. I will await your word. I will be returning to Coesbur shortly, but you can find me there. And you as well, Grey kom Skaikru. Thank you for coming by. And tell Gideon I said hello." No, he may not know Gideon all that well, but maybe it'd be nice if she knew she was still thought of.

"It gets the job done." The offer to teach Grey a Grounder game draws his eyebrows up, "As long as that ain't a proposition, you're on." There are a few Trikru who often send messages to Gideon, and so Grey accepts Sev's request with an agreeable nod, "Will do." And then he lifts a hand in farewell and turns to head back into the gate.

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