[log] how deep are we gonna go with this?

[bywolves]

Characters: Alfie and Royce
Location: Downtown
Date: Day 292 to Day 295
Summary: Exposure effects, a brief reprieve, and then event shenanigans.
Warnings: Nothing yet, will update if anything comes up.

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Day 292-293ish

[bywolves]

[ When they get to the pet shop, both of them are tired. They've been looking through buildings all day long, and Royce can tell that Alfie is on his last legs for the day. He tells Alfie to rest while he puts together the air mattress, and then covers him in blankets before going off to investigate the building.

He - needs to. It's necessary, he can't ignore the urge to check under every cage and behind all of the displays. He roots through everything, finding that he's unable to relax until he does. Alfie might hear him clanging around as he rests. ]

Day 295

[bywolves]

[ When Royce wakes up, he's groggy. He's not entirely sure where he is at first - the hotel, he figures, after a couple of moments, it's just that... there's so much in his head. It feels sort of distant. But - it happened. Or maybe it didn't.

There's a beat, and then he hurriedly scrambles to sit up and look at Alfie. Alfie, who is not 80 years old anymore. Deep breath. Royce sort of just stares for a while, trying to figure out what these past two days have even been. He doesn't say anything for now, just pulls the blankets closer and tries to think. ]

296

[devoutish]

[Resting all day the day before (and the day before that, though Alfie isn't sure that really counts) had helped. They don't do a lot of walking today, but what they do do is easier to get through than anything in the past several days. Still, Alfie's a little quieter than usual, both as they walk and as they search. They end up hitting two buildings, and both times, he's bothered by memories of his older self - eighty years old and desperately clinging to searching and supply-gathering as a way to feel like his life as meaning. Things aren't quite the same now (he thinks) and they do still have some chance of getting out (he hopes) - but still, it's hard not to see the parallels.

Once they're in the cafe and getting ready to bed down, the mattress all blown up and the pillows and blankets mounded together on top of it, Alfie changes into his robe and crawls in without any preamble. He hasn't prayed at all, tonight, and he hadn't the night before, either. That's very unusual for him. He'll skip a night here and there, usually when he's more ill, injured, or traumatized than usual, but two nights in a row without some obvious impediment is unusual. He doesn't mention it, though. He just rolls over onto his stomach and grabs his tablet, giving the network a quick scroll-through.]