It was easy to agree to back Green up. The Mountain had always seemed deliberate, and thus sensible. Ramona hasn't yet been given cause to doubt that impression. If he's into something, chances are it's worth getting into. The more details that came out, the more certain she was about that. Some people are just superstitious. It's natural. But when you combine this with some sort of suspicious goings-on in the house? Dots might connect. Better to check it out and be sure, than to just let it lie.
I wonder who came up with the milk thing? Interesting idea for a pledge clause. Some Wizened, I'll bet, with all that brownie cleaning junk.
The old, beaten-up Toyta pickup looks a little out of place in this neighborhood. Someone might mistake it for the vehicle of the local landscaping business. The door groans when it swings open and Ramona climbs out, dragging a backpack behind her and shrugging it onto her shoulders. Be prepared. It's a motto to live by. Spotting the giant man she's glimpsed when the mountain wants to blend in, Ramona recognizes that as a good idea, and weaves her Mask tighter around herself. Who knows what relationship this woman has with reality, and whether she might see beyond the ordinary?
-1G to Harden Mask
Ramona is wearing tough clothing (mainly in the form of her leather jacket) worth Armor 1/0. She is carrying on her person and in her bag; some tools, some gloves, a bottle of water, a few energy bars, her first aid kit, a cell phone, her regular pocket items like wallet and keys, a set of zip ties, a cheap lighter, her Bowie knife, her pistol (in a concealed holster) and a spare magazine, her concealed-carry license, a roll of duct tape, a package of iodized salt, a small bundle of sage, two flashlights, and a stick of chalk.
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