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Kammy had heard about the Junkyard before from others who had gone there. It was a place where you could trade items, or even find out vital information. It was worth a look in, as she had amassed a fair few items, some of which she could do without if it meant giving her a edge.

Although finding the place was hard, she managed to do so by following another uni student to the junkyard. There she spent a good five minutes wandering around before she found the booth. Or what she though was the booth.

"Hey, what can I get for this?" She put her item down on the counter.

After listening in to the radio noise at the radio tower and finding out they might have been in even more danger than he had realized, Emmanuel wanted as much information as possible. Knowing how to handle this would make him much better off, right? Knowledge is power and all that.

He cleared his throat.

Once there was no one left at the booth, Emmanuel strolled forward and leaned in, staring down the Information Broker. Or Joker he guessed. That very name would normally make him doubt the validity of the Information, but rumour had it that these guys were legit.

Legit enough for him to cough over cold hard cash money, anyway, which he slid across to the other person.

"You guys are gonna make out like bandits if we ever get out of this, ya know," joked Emmanuel, affecting something like a smile on his face. This felt awkward, but then, maybe Emmanuel was just the awkward one here. "Err, speaking of that. Was hoping you could give me a bit of information for that money there? Even exchange I think."

He didn't bother attempting to look intimidating, simply continuing to lean against the counter and look as casual as possible. He wouldn't mention the reason why he was leaning, though his limp was probably fairly obvious...

Well, here was something new. She wasn't entirely sure how much a set of rusted keys would get her, but Adelaide was in no condition to be going out trying every door she met either. Hopefully these junkyard jokes were interested.

(But hey, if they liked cash that served no purpose, why not?)

"Got ya something," she greeted Joker as she slid the keys along and hoped for the best.

Rajni approached the pile with just as much trepidation as others. It was sketchy at best.

But this coded message the harbingers gave her wasn't going to solve itself, and she figured this was the best way to go about it. The junkyard scaremongers knew all.

With an extra pair of goggles in hand, Brie's inventory was getting a little too full to be carrying items she didn't need. Just tossing the item would be a waste.. maybe she could give it to someone who actually needed it.

Spotting an annoying orange haired brat in the distance, she threw the said item through the air, aiming for his face.

"Here! Thank this!"

Brie made a disgusted noise at the boy, before swiping the beer off her head. Beer would have been a good trade, but this was stale beer. Moving over to Rook, she slipped his goggles on over his eyes. "Make sure to protect your eyes, hey?" With that said, she then proceeded to grab at the googles, pulling them back towards her, and then letting them go as they snapped back into his face. "See ya'!"

Dashing off, she then figured that while she was here, she might as well make a trade for some information as well.

"Hey!" Catching sight of Kelly, Liam hurried over as fast as his injured leg would allow him to move, which...wasn't fast. "Yeah, I found a twinkie when I was looking through one of the dorms that no one uses. I hope that's okay?"