Like fire, like hell fire

[npc_kun]

Characters: OPEN
Date/Time: After the fire.
Location: Everywhere
Rating: R
Summary: Survivors need to be found. Some of them won't make it. There's only one thing to do for them.

Comments

OPEN- sad Robodoggy looks for his buddy all over :(

[handy_psychic]

Bridge had told Logan to stay put til everything was clear. Normally he would have disobeyed this and went with him, even if he had to be sneaky sneaky- but the strange suit he'd found himself encased in had left him no choice. He was left to flail his legs, whimper, make all kinds of loud noises, but this suit would NOT budge. He could tell that Cat was in a similar predicament, as he was hissing, spitting, rolling all around.

When, after forever, the cumbersome suit disappeared, Cat darted to the room where Bridge and Spikey slept. Good, he'd probably be there for a while. Logan, meanwhile, had a job to do.

Bridge had told him to find one of his friends- Spikey, or Ghosty, or Bloody, or the angry man with the purple hair and the tasty sweaters- but finding Bridge was his first priority. Bridge was not his master- he was his best friend. He had to be OK. Had to be.

Logan found the cart he used to bring back things from the junky place, loading it up with a few things Bridge might need. One of the big wands he swung at the TV. The stuffed kitten with the pointy teeth he cuddled as he slept. Oh, what if Bridge was fixing something? Logan dropped a few tools into the cart as well. And his blue toast-print pajama bottoms. And a spare pair of gloves.

Finally, he set off, looking for someone familiar. He immediately knew that something had happened; there was the awful lingering smell of smoke. Upset people everywhere. Lots of yelling and crying. Logan would occasionally come across someone who wasn't moving and decided to leave them alone; when he found someone walking and able-bodied, he'd nudge them, show them the objects in his cart, tilt his head and whine. SOMEONE had to get what he was looking for, right?