September 1st

[ink_mc]

*sitting outside on a concrete block--something that maybe used to be a wall?--watching people walk past, trying to spot anything familiar, anything that might tell him where he is. He's still got his jar of apple jam clutched tight in his hands, because if it is the Vurt...* Might be the Vurt. But this Haunting is bad. Worse than ever. *looks down

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[epitomeofvanity]

*spies you and looks up* Why are you sitting up there?

[ink_mc]

*looks down, then shrugs* Why not?

[epitomeofvanity]

I just wondered if there was something worth seeing up there.

[ink_mc]

*looks around* ...not really.

[epitomeofvanity]

... *you're making conversation so hard* What's that ? *points at what you're holding*

[ink_mc]

*he's good at that; looks at it* Apple jam.

[epitomeofvanity]

That's what you brought with you? How strange. Is it your favorite food?

[ink_mc]

*shrugs* 's what we had in the fridge.

[epitomeofvanity]

*taps her chin* Which apartment are you in?

[ink_mc]

...Niflheim...two, I think.

[epitomeofvanity]

The other building... Okay! I'm in Midgard 5, so if you have a question, feel free to stop by and ask. *holds out her hand to him* I'm Yukino Miyazawa.

[ink_mc]

*takes it hesitantly* Scribble. You been here long?

[epitomeofvanity]

*notices and so she doesn't hold on long* Yes, all my life.

[[The even is still in effect and she drank the water 8D]]

[ink_mc]

What is this place, then?

[epitomeofvanity]

It's Veles. A city in Russia. *she moves over to the wall and looks it up and down before taking a step back to get a running start so she can scramble up it and plop herself down next to him* This is after the second World War.

[ink_mc]

...

What the fuck are you on?