Who: Civilian, Open
Where: Just outside of HQ
When: Late Morning - end of June
What: Civy goes through his mail and finds something rather disheartening. People can then poke at him.


So far removed from any major city, and with carriers often prevented from delivering due to sudden onsets of highly inconvenient robot attacks, the mail did not always arrive to the mercenaries in Coal Town with any great regularity. When it did come, the Civilian was always quite eager to greet it, standing with a cordial smile on his face as the driver, nervously gripping their steering wheel on the approach to their base while their eyes frantically searched for anything metallic and mobile, came rumbling along down the bumpy dirty road. The mail was often a welcome diversion, a healthy source of news from the rest of the world, and perhaps most importantly, it was a primary line of communication for Civy and his job.

( On this particular day... )