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You can say that you’re leading me onbut it’s just what I want you to do.Don’t you notice how hopelessly I’m lost?That’s why I’m following you.— “Misty,” Johnny Mathis (1959)It Keeps Right On a-Hurtin’#13 - 188 Trading Post Collaborative Issue!Guest Inks and Colorist: @worthlesssix​Archive Links«« First | « Previous || Next » | Last »»Read IKROAH on Archive of Our OwnNotes / Original Pencils / Transcript:Notes:This is one of my favorite issues I’ve scripted because it’s just Agnes and Cass kind of hanging out, a type of issue I don’t really have a lot of room for in a series that moves forward as deliberately and intentionally as IKROAH does. A year into this pandemic I’m also really, REALLY missing diners, so it was natural for me to interpret the 188 Trading Post as such.Also, the next issue, #14, is the final issue of Volume One. It feels like I’ve been working towards it forever, but also that it’s sneaked up on me so fast. Anyway, it’ll be out two weeks from today on March 27th. Readers, I’ll see you in Boulder City then.Also also, it seems like @worthlesssix​ is just destined to do the inks and colors on all of the scripts that I love the most, because she really painted this one in a lush, warm, lovely style that just took my breath away. The desert sun, all the intimate little details of the 188, the mauvish and cracking overpass…just an absolute privilege to work with such a wonderful artist and friend a second time on this project.Also also also, the traveler in the gas mask chatting up Veronica is Charlie, who belongs to @jepsxyhn​ / @comrade-shrimp. It was so much fun to draw them in! There’s tragically not a lot of good crowd scenes in IKROAH for cameos like this, or else I’d do them more.Also also also ALSO…that butterfly on the Forecaster’s finger is a desert black swallowtail, a native to the Mojave! Just a fun detail, in case you were curious.Original Pencils (click for full size):Six’s inks and colors on this issue are so incredible and stylish that I almost forget that the she drew it over the skeleton of my own pencils. But yes! Every line, every detail, every tough perspective shot was real lead on real paper first, and to be honest, folks, I’m really proud of these ones, especially the deep shot of the Forecaster and Gun Runners on the third page. Note the extremely intense Frankensteining that went into the first and second page. The reason there’s two floating mugs in the pencils for the first page was because I originally intended for there to be three panels, not two, with one of the panels being Cass taking a sip, and the other panel being her saying it was too bitter. And then…I just fucked up the pencils, haha. But the layout was definiely better for it, it would have been too cramped otherwise. I also decided against “switching” the top two panels like I originally must have intended.Transcript:EXT. 188 TRADING POST.AGNES SANDS and CASS are seated at the small, sheltered bar of the 188, having a late breakfast and coffee. A few other travelers stand around or sit, with MICHELLE KERR manning the counter. The RADIO behind the bar is playing, and CASS takes a thoughtful sip of her coffee as MR. NEW VEGAS introduces a song:RADIO: You know, sometimes the journey beats the destination. Especially when your spurs go “jingle, jangle, jingle,” and you meet some nice gals along the way. We’ll be back with some news, after this.CASS: That’s not bad. Smoky. A bit too bitter.AGNES: A bit too bitter?CASS: I guess I’m not one for strong flavors.AGNES: Not one for…? Cass, when I first met you, you were deep in six bottles of whiskey.CASS: And I was deep in another six last night trying to forget what Searchlight smelled like. Sorry to disappoint, but maybe I’ve just burned my taste buds off by now.(NOTE: *IKROAH #11—Lou.)CASS bites into her sandwich with a CRONCH, then looks askance at AGNES.CASS: I didn’t do anything embarrassing last night, did I? I don’t remember much.AGNES: Not that I know of. When I went up to our room, you were still talking to that sniper. I was asleep already before you came back.CASS: Uh-huh. Beat. AGNES takes a bite of her omelette, CASS has some more coffee.AGNES: Wait a minute. You were already out when I woke up, too. You did come back to our room, right?CASS: OHHHH MY GOD, now I remember.CASS’ head hits the bar with a miserable THUD.AGNES: How bad?CASS: You ever try to come onto a guy who’s grieving his dead wife? AGNES (sipping coffee): No, I don’t come onto men in general.CASS: Ha ha. Funny. Good for you that you don’t have this problem. Ugh.MICHELLE swings by the two, a pot of coffee in her hand.MICHELLE: More coffee, ladies?CASS, head still down, gestures her mug affirmatively.CASS: Please. My head’s still killing me.RADIO: …aaaaand we’re back, folks. It’s midday in the Mojave, and boy, is it a hot one out there…or is it just me?RADIO: Our top story today…the stand-off at Boulder City between the NCR and a splinter group of Great Khans has entered its third straight day of tensions.AGNES (flash of recognition): Huh.RADIO: The Khans refuse to yield their hostages, but they can’t stay holed up much longer, according to an NCR spokesperson. Folks…let’s just hope they don’t blow it up again, am I right?AGNES: Cass, do you hear this? Those might be the Khans who shot me.CASS: I thought you said some guy in a checkered suit shot you.AGNES: He hired two Khans as help.CASS: Alright, so the accomplices to your attempted murder might be in Boulder City, and you want to…do what, exactly?AGNES: I…I, uh…CASS: Just saying, if you rush in guns blazing, all you’re gonna do is get yourself killed. For real this time.CASS: I’m not saying don’t go…if all this had happened to me, I’d make all these fuckers choke on the end of my shotgun. But we’re really going to need a plan, is all.AGNES: We? So you don’t mind squaring up against Khans?CASS: I’m a red-blooded Californian, ain’t I? Fuck the Khans. Speaking of, it’s not like the NCR and them are having a tea social together. How do you suggest we interrupt a standoff?AGNES stands up, throwing some caps onto the counter with a jingling of light, metallic KLINKA-KLINK sounds.AGNES: We’ll just…think of something when we get there. We should probably go now, too, if we want to get to Boulder City before nightfall.AGNES starts to leave as CASS gets halfway out of her own stool, hurriedly finishing her coffee.AGNES: Come on.RADIO: …you know, they say no news is good news, but I think my program would be awfully dull if that were the case.RADIO: You’re gonna love this next song. I guarantee it. -- source link
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