The village in the park, Friday morning
Tip had headed for the park by the time the sun was setting yesterday. The dorms did not look secure, so she was relieved when Peridot's tip had turned out to pan out. Sure, the place was ramshackle as all get out, and kind of stank, besides, but Tip had spent a summer living in a car with an alien while driving across the southern US. She could deal with ramshackle and stinky.
She took pictures of everything. She wasn't sure why, it just felt worthwhile to document it all.
Plus, you know, it distracted her a bit from thinking about the giant, creepy, busted up Tip statue out by the Post Office. She was pretty sure she could just see the top of her own head out over the remains of trees and buildings.
Yeee.
[Villagers and refugees ahoy!]
She took pictures of everything. She wasn't sure why, it just felt worthwhile to document it all.
Plus, you know, it distracted her a bit from thinking about the giant, creepy, busted up Tip statue out by the Post Office. She was pretty sure she could just see the top of her own head out over the remains of trees and buildings.
Yeee.
[Villagers and refugees ahoy!]