Circe had the need for more barter. And guns would deter from her funds for the riot gear. Bullets? Yeah, gunpowder was cheap and scrap metal was cheaper. She'd take a day to see how much she could make that wasn't regulars, dum-dums? Fun name, sure! She'd want to keep things fresh, thank you very much, so one day worth of work on bullets.


Forge and molds guaranteed the bullet, and she could get casings with ease from work. Always happy to have her supply untraceable product. So, she got to work on that.

4 successes



Circe had enough dum-dum rounds to barter along the market, probably to help maybe a half dozen deals. That'd have to do.

Now, it was time to hit up the shadows again, see if this week would do better.

9 total suxx


The deal had a slight problem for the meeting. Traffic. Traffic. And the result was Circe not holding her tongue.

"Mamma cazzo, che cazzo vuoi dire che sono troppo tardi per prenderlo, tu cazzo cazzo succhiando cazzo pieno di merda che ha scopato il bagno?!"

Yeah, this was bad. Rather bad for her. She didn't have the Glamour or resources right now to keep this going for too long. Maybe she should have gone for the vest instead.