WHO Marian & Much WHEN Saturday night (24th October) WHERE Marian's apartment / The Sly Fox WHAT Let's feel baaaaaad WARNINGS mentions of rape threats, tba
When Marian got Much's message, she was already more than a few beers into her evening and successfully feeling sorry for herself.
Of late, Marian hadn't been much use to the Merry Men. She had started learning all the computer skills to be a boon to the team, even though she hadn't been with them at the time. Perhaps that was part of the reason she'd started focusing so much on it in the mid-nineties. None of her boys had been around, and when she found them again - if she found them again - she wanted to have something to contribute.
It was hard to feel like she was was always a full functioning member of the gang when she only appeared in half the old stories, and in most of those she was a thing to be kidnapped and bartered with. Sure, she was well known, (Robin Hood and Maid Marian went together famously), but still the stories continued down the same tracks. Even the modern stories, where they let Marian have her own agency, her character had to deal with murder, attempted murder, or threats of rape. Sometimes all three.
(Marian wished she wasn't having to deal with them in real life as well.)
But computers were her own thing. That was something she had learned and it was independent of her stories. It was something she could always rely on and help the Merry Men in ways they couldn't help themselves.
Which was simply wonderful in theory, but in practise Marian had now failed them twice in a row.
She hadn't been able to track down Tuck's kids, and had to hand it off to someone else more capable.
She hadn't been able to drain the Sheriff's accounts, even though draining accounts was literally what she did all the time.
The one skill she had at her disposal, and Marian had proven useless.
A prison cell was looming over Marian, waiting to snap its jaws shut.
But was it her cell or the Sheriffs?
Marian heard someone on the stairs just after opening another beer, but she kept her attention on the screen. She was down to the last twenty players in this round of PUBG and so she gestured with her head towards the box of beers on the floor beside her. "Help yourself," she told Much, sitting on the floor with her back to the couch, while also jumping off the second story of building to shoot a guy from behind.