Five knitted... bio-hazard suits?
Action, around Mayfield. Open to anybody.
[Well, dammit Mayfield.
Rose really didn't have much in the way of a plan about what to do for Thanksgiving, but her options are sorely diminished now aren't they? All that is left to do is wander around the wreckage and try to find familiar faces. She trusts her mother and John's father will take care of themselves; up to the point they had to fight Noir they were holding up pretty well on their own, not to mention it would look pretty bad if she tries to take care of them anyway. What she wants to do is find her friends...and her supposed girlfriend too. Specially her. The lack of phone lines is really irritating, and the added disappearance of her wands isn't making things any easier.
So if she could run into somebody, anybody, she would feel a thousand times better. Not that it shows how bad she feels, nope.]
[Well, dammit Mayfield.
Rose really didn't have much in the way of a plan about what to do for Thanksgiving, but her options are sorely diminished now aren't they? All that is left to do is wander around the wreckage and try to find familiar faces. She trusts her mother and John's father will take care of themselves; up to the point they had to fight Noir they were holding up pretty well on their own, not to mention it would look pretty bad if she tries to take care of them anyway. What she wants to do is find her friends...and her supposed girlfriend too. Specially her. The lack of phone lines is really irritating, and the added disappearance of her wands isn't making things any easier.
So if she could run into somebody, anybody, she would feel a thousand times better. Not that it shows how bad she feels, nope.]