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Hau-'the Lawlady'-Nani came wandering in, having heard the commotion.

"Reverent." She greeted everyone but the priest in particular with a little two-fingered salute to the sunhat.

"I see you've killed the other 'guests'." the old hawaiian lady stated in a rather dry manner while Looking over the bodies in the distance.

DB Baxter wrote: Jack plopped down at the end of the deck and let his feet hang loose over the side, not noticing Keiki as he tried to figure out just what in the hell he was supposed to do now...

Jack could, like Keiki, see the boardwalk which was filled with stripclubs, brothels, bars and casinos. In one of these Mr. Keen would probably be residing, but Ward had caused a bit of a scene before that exact information could be 'extracted'. He'd have to do it the old fashioned way and ask one of the many people around.

There were a few people around on the boardwalk that looked like they could help: A bouncer here, an escort there. And Keiki who appeared to be currently staring at Jack, a man he thought he vaguely knew.

Princetown Prison had become a beacon of civilization (or what passed for it) on this damn island. The walls provided protection and the local presumably volcanic soil was fertile and rich to feed its population with simple lowly irradiated crops. Some of these were on display for sale in the market, where Randall could see a lady in what looked like a denim robe pay for one of the gourd-like vegetables with seashells.

Lighswitch led them through, at a drift pace since he could already sense the visitors attracting attention behind them. Gazes following Martha and Randall the deeper into the settlement they went. The tribal opened a metal door that led inside and beckoned them to follow.

"This way!" he said, remaining chipper.