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"Some people, yeah. S'not the majority, though, 'cause like y'said, it's a s**t heap out here."

Dawson fanned himself with his cap as he steered them to The Red Bull. "S'achoice you can make if you don' wanna live in the dorms once you rank up," he said. "Perks bein' you get t'live in a full blown house. 'Course, you also gotta do sweeps fer shadowlings, n' if s**t hits the fan, it ain' as defensible as the main HQ. But, y'know, I wouldn' care, s'worth it. M'actually watchin' a house fer a friend while she's out at a different base, and man, it beats sittin' in the basement, I tell you what."

"F'ya want." He grinned, recognizing that spark in Micah's eyes. "Lord knows I do. 'Course, the team only makes it livable n' stable, y'know, we don' provide like furniture n' s**t, 'cause tha's on them n' their wallets. Quartermaster only gets ya so far."

The smile dimmed at his question. Dawson scratched under his cap and faced forward. "Naw I don' think, hurricanes maybe 'since this the Bermuda Triangle. But the towns...That was somethin' nastier."

He chose not to get into it at the moment. Instead, he held the door open for Micah to move on into the bar first.

Dawson motioned for two beers and took a seat by him. "Well, yer a new trainee, so fer right now yer gonna get s**t shifts n' basic duties 'til they see you ready fer a promotion," he said. "Jus' hold out until then, aight? In the mean time, I do got a small project up n' runnin' if you want in."

He pointed out the flyer he had taped by the door, next to a few other local pages. "Mighta seen 'em around Deus. Me n' some guys're workin' t'put up a chapel here in town, 'cause I think people need a place aside from the graveyard or their own room t'go, y'know? Always lookin' fer volunteers if that's yer cup a'tea."

He tugged at his cap and thanked Micah before popping the beer open. "Now tha's the attitude I like t'see," Dawson said with a grin as he passed the keyring back. "DM or text whenever yer free n' I'll setcha up, dude. Way we're goin' now, I think we'll be finished in another month r' so. Mosta the framework needed t'get redone, but we're almost done with it. Electrical might not take so much, I think, it already had some workin' stuff so s'more about the rewirin' n' rechargin' 'em runics. Plumbin' might be an issue, I dunno how the weather's been the last couple a years, not countin' any s**t built up from way before that even..."

After a pause, he chuckled and took a gulp. "But I'm not here t'talk shop, s**t, you got free reigns t'stop me from ramblin'. So what's it like, goin' from Canada t'a place like this?"

Still smiling, he raised his can, half in toast and half in thanks for the offer, before drinking.

"Don' use the basement showers, in case no-one told ya yet," Dawson said. "Stuff that comes out ain' always water, heh." Just laugh it off, like he hadn't been mildly traumatized himself in the past. "Can get a lil' too cool down there, 'specially if yer way down. What number are ya? I'm house sittin' fer someone in town, but I still got half my stuff down there."

"Tha's good, yer on the warmer end. Further out ya get, less, uh...good it is." All basement room were spartan to the point of practically inhospitable upon entry, but he wasn't sure how else to put it. "B71 if ya wanna find me. Tacked a Star Wars poster up n' errythin'."

In the pause Dawson took to take a sip, he was sure someone was yelling neeeeeeeeerd pre-emptively.

"So how ya like Deus so far, Micah?" he asked.

The voice of a middle aged Southern Belle suddenly came out. "Titans and shadows and Gawd Himself only knows what else, yes, they are a pestilence on our day to day lifestyle. But--Job security ayand a domicile, in this economy? I do declare that to be a mar-ve-lous decision on our part." He held his pinkie out as he drank his beer and cracked himself up.

"Seriously, though, good t'hear yer settlin' in alright," Dawson continued. "You came at a nice time. Ain' no world breakin' s**t goin' on. Someone tell ya about some a'the stuff we got here, like courses n' s**t?"