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snowblindrpg2018-01-01 09:41 am
sleight_of_fate) wrote in snowblindrpg2018-01-01 09:41 am
Entry tags:
[log] It is colder now... [closed]
Characters: Ink!Rhys, Wilson, and Ecks
Location: Building 97
Date: Night of 313 into Day 314/315 (Event)
Summary: On their way to the library...or not
Warnings: Various illness warnings, plus cursing.
97: A standard two-story house with an attic. The first floor has a kitchen, living room, and dining room, while the second floor has two bedrooms and a bathroom. The attic's roof has collapsed and can't be accessed at night. During the night, footsteps can be heard in the attic. "@winston, third day. Someone is in the attic." is written on the wall in pink gel pen. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, STEPHANIE BROWN, FREYA CRESCENT, GREED, EDWARD ELRIC, BIFF, RHYS, DAY FIFTY, TRAVELLING SOUTH-EAST" is carved into the wall. "SHEENA FUJIBAYASHI, ZELOS WILDER, DAY 058, HEADING NORTH" is written on the wall. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY NINE, FOR ANY HELP OR ASSISTANCE PLEASE CONTACT @LELRIC" is written on the wall.
Rhys had pushed hard to get through the tunnels, mainly because he still wasn't comfortable in those close, dark spaces that he wasn't familiar with. The risk of getting lost, or stranded, or attacked down there had been far more menacing to him than the stress of traveling through the night.
The pace had been a little more relaxed once they'd come up in more familiar territory. A stop and rest to search the suspicious bomb house, then settling into the next house that looked habitable to beat lockdown. Because this was just a leisurely exploration, and totally not a mission to commit arson, right?
Which, of course, will be foiled on the morning of 314, when, upon opening the door, the wall of deadly frigid air and snow results in a quickly slammed door and a return to as much warmth as possible. No more travel today, apparently.
...which is good, because they are probably not feeling that well anyway...
Location: Building 97
Date: Night of 313 into Day 314/315 (Event)
Summary: On their way to the library...or not
Warnings: Various illness warnings, plus cursing.
97: A standard two-story house with an attic. The first floor has a kitchen, living room, and dining room, while the second floor has two bedrooms and a bathroom. The attic's roof has collapsed and can't be accessed at night. During the night, footsteps can be heard in the attic. "@winston, third day. Someone is in the attic." is written on the wall in pink gel pen. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, STEPHANIE BROWN, FREYA CRESCENT, GREED, EDWARD ELRIC, BIFF, RHYS, DAY FIFTY, TRAVELLING SOUTH-EAST" is carved into the wall. "SHEENA FUJIBAYASHI, ZELOS WILDER, DAY 058, HEADING NORTH" is written on the wall. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY NINE, FOR ANY HELP OR ASSISTANCE PLEASE CONTACT @LELRIC" is written on the wall.
Rhys had pushed hard to get through the tunnels, mainly because he still wasn't comfortable in those close, dark spaces that he wasn't familiar with. The risk of getting lost, or stranded, or attacked down there had been far more menacing to him than the stress of traveling through the night.
The pace had been a little more relaxed once they'd come up in more familiar territory. A stop and rest to search the suspicious bomb house, then settling into the next house that looked habitable to beat lockdown. Because this was just a leisurely exploration, and totally not a mission to commit arson, right?
Which, of course, will be foiled on the morning of 314, when, upon opening the door, the wall of deadly frigid air and snow results in a quickly slammed door and a return to as much warmth as possible. No more travel today, apparently.
...which is good, because they are probably not feeling that well anyway...