The clothes in the machine he's opened are far too colorful and way too small for him -- they're for a kid, he realizes a moment later, as he closes the door and moves stiffly on to the next machine. There's no point in wondering what happened to that kid, but just because it's futile to worry doesn't mean it's easy not to. Is that kid and their parent out in the rain somewhere, wandering in the dark? Did something come through here and scare them away before they could finish their washing up?
Did something come through here and take them, before they could finish up?
The next machine down is full of black clothes, but they're lacey delicate things. God dammit.
"Wolfwood." He slams the second dryer shut. "What the hell happened here?! Where are all these people?"
Guy straightens up at the slammed door and, for a second, his hand darts for the sword. Instinct. He drops his hand.
It's a good question. All the lights are on, but no one's around. In the hour Guy prowled around...
"I know just as much as you do. When I arrived, there wasn't a soul in sight."
A strange occurrence he wrote off, creepy as it was. Because what could he do? Panorama remained far away. There were still great distances to travel. Nobody could be helped here, because there was nobody to help.
Guy shrugs. "From the looks of things, I'd say the storm kept them from coming back. Or they had to run."
From what, he won't speculate on, nor does he care to find out. There's a reason why, when Wolfwood entered, Guy had hidden behind the machines.
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Date: 2026-03-19 04:18 pm (UTC)The clothes in the machine he's opened are far too colorful and way too small for him -- they're for a kid, he realizes a moment later, as he closes the door and moves stiffly on to the next machine. There's no point in wondering what happened to that kid, but just because it's futile to worry doesn't mean it's easy not to. Is that kid and their parent out in the rain somewhere, wandering in the dark? Did something come through here and scare them away before they could finish their washing up?
Did something come through here and take them, before they could finish up?
The next machine down is full of black clothes, but they're lacey delicate things. God dammit.
"Wolfwood." He slams the second dryer shut. "What the hell happened here?! Where are all these people?"
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Date: 2026-03-22 03:31 am (UTC)It's a good question. All the lights are on, but no one's around. In the hour Guy prowled around...
"I know just as much as you do. When I arrived, there wasn't a soul in sight."
A strange occurrence he wrote off, creepy as it was. Because what could he do? Panorama remained far away. There were still great distances to travel. Nobody could be helped here, because there was nobody to help.
Guy shrugs. "From the looks of things, I'd say the storm kept them from coming back. Or they had to run."
From what, he won't speculate on, nor does he care to find out. There's a reason why, when Wolfwood entered, Guy had hidden behind the machines.