We spend all day getting sober, just hiding from daylight, watching tv.
Owen Harper believes, perhaps erroneously, that there is an insufficient quantity of alcohol in the Kashtta Tower. To that end he's grumping his way around the city in a coat - Cardiff never got this cold, or rather, it did, but not as often, and that doesn't mean he liked it - looking for a liquor store, as opposed to just a store that also sells liquor.
His last one kinda burned to the ground during the plagues, and apparently they only rebuild coffee shops around here.
Lounging in an Organization-run bookshop, Leona Sandric has her feet up on an ottoman and is waiting for a contact. And reading.
She's reading about fauns.
It's best not to ask.
And, in the Kashtta Tower lobby, there's a rottweiler.
Thinking.
His last one kinda burned to the ground during the plagues, and apparently they only rebuild coffee shops around here.
Lounging in an Organization-run bookshop, Leona Sandric has her feet up on an ottoman and is waiting for a contact. And reading.
She's reading about fauns.
It's best not to ask.
And, in the Kashtta Tower lobby, there's a rottweiler.
Thinking.