@russo ( text ) | backdated to july 17(?)

[jigsawn]

found a village

( he has attached the map with the approximate location of the village marked — coordinates and all. so, don't @ him for not saying more.

eta; oh yeah, so his exploration thread is still ongoing which means he may or may not provide new information as it progresses. only time will tell. )

Comments

[jigsawn]

i was thinking more along the lines of bbq and football
but poking snakes come a close second

i still got the rope tied to the posts, so have at it
doing some research at the library here
i'll let you know if anything comes up

[preseance]

You say 'football' again with any measure of associatin' it with my home state, an' we'll be havin' words that ain't strictly on the proper side of polite.

( his was a time of baseball, thank you very much. )

An' sure thing. If'n the army taught me nothin' else, it taught me how to cross a river.

[jigsawn]

( oh, right. his bad. it's baseball.

sure a good thing gene isn't there with him because his comment made him crack a smile. anyway, he probably isn't going to respond back until a while later— )

found a book depicting a few locations that may be near this village

i'm going to check them out

[preseance]

( god grant him the strength to deal with lieutenant william russo, who is apparently in dire need of a toddler leash. gene just rubs a hand across his face, then, )

Y'reckon you might benefit from some company, sir?

( it ain't quite him pullin' some manner of medical rank on him, but it's at the very least a gentle suggestion. )

[jigsawn]

( he has over a decade on you, buddy. )

depends

how quickly can you get here?

[preseance]

( lordy. it be like that sometimes, and sometimes like that it fuckin' be. gene's already slinging his musette bag across his chest. his boots are on because they're always on, which makes this easy. )

Ten minutes.