We're marching, we're marching on. [Open]
Who: Miata, anyone who wants in
When: Day 41
Where: In the middle of town
What: Miata went looking for her sword. Then she got distracted with all of the changes.
Rating:TBA? Possibly T for violence.
No distracting dreams. But it was a restless sleep, nonetheless. Though she had spoken to many voices on the phone, she had been forced to stay inside all nice. And sleeping against the wall...even with Clarice, it was not comfortable. She couldn't sleep in the bed; that was worse. But the lack of metal against her back? Disturbing. Horrible. The dreams, she slept fine; without the sword, she was restless, barely sleeping. It was only good that Clarice was there. It meant that she wasn't up all night again.
But when she did wake up, she had one plan in mind: to find her sword again. So she left Clarice with a blanket over top of her, and went quietly outside. Again, she was without shoes, without her cape. But she didn't care. It wasn't that that bad. It was only mildly cold. And it was getting better. Little wind, but...the sun was coming out. She looked up to the sky. It was nice. But she needed her blade, first and foremost.
So she started searching for the forgotten blade, by scenting metal. But...she ended up confused.
New houses. New searches. The signs of wreckage...they were gone.
What had happened, while they were asleep?
When: Day 41
Where: In the middle of town
What: Miata went looking for her sword. Then she got distracted with all of the changes.
Rating:TBA? Possibly T for violence.
No distracting dreams. But it was a restless sleep, nonetheless. Though she had spoken to many voices on the phone, she had been forced to stay inside all nice. And sleeping against the wall...even with Clarice, it was not comfortable. She couldn't sleep in the bed; that was worse. But the lack of metal against her back? Disturbing. Horrible. The dreams, she slept fine; without the sword, she was restless, barely sleeping. It was only good that Clarice was there. It meant that she wasn't up all night again.
But when she did wake up, she had one plan in mind: to find her sword again. So she left Clarice with a blanket over top of her, and went quietly outside. Again, she was without shoes, without her cape. But she didn't care. It wasn't that that bad. It was only mildly cold. And it was getting better. Little wind, but...the sun was coming out. She looked up to the sky. It was nice. But she needed her blade, first and foremost.
So she started searching for the forgotten blade, by scenting metal. But...she ended up confused.
New houses. New searches. The signs of wreckage...they were gone.
What had happened, while they were asleep?