Reconnaissance is go! (backdated to day 0, closed)
Characters: {...} and Hanna Cross
Setting/Location: Lobby, Level I
Date & Time: Day 0, evening
Warnings: . . . investigating? Enthusiasm? Dead man walking?
Summary: Hanna and his partner reconnoiter the Caravan.
As arranged, {...} found himself loitering in the lobby near the information desk, waiting for Hanna so they could give the Caravan a thorough going-over. He found a relatively unobtrusive corner and settled in, watching the comings and goings as various displaced people arrived and were directed to their assigned quarters. None of them seemed to fit the mental image he had of Private Church (he of the possibly-intending-to-shoot-Hanna-on-sight), but that didn't mean much.
He was pleasantly surprised to notice that his appearance was drawing . . . well. It was still drawing its fair share of notice -- but there seemed to be slightly few horrified stares than was usual. Maybe some of their fellow-travelers were just used to the undead, or maybe they'd been too shellshocked by their arrival in Willaknapp. It was hard to say -- but he wasn't going to complain, either way.
Setting/Location: Lobby, Level I
Date & Time: Day 0, evening
Warnings: . . . investigating? Enthusiasm? Dead man walking?
Summary: Hanna and his partner reconnoiter the Caravan.
As arranged, {...} found himself loitering in the lobby near the information desk, waiting for Hanna so they could give the Caravan a thorough going-over. He found a relatively unobtrusive corner and settled in, watching the comings and goings as various displaced people arrived and were directed to their assigned quarters. None of them seemed to fit the mental image he had of Private Church (he of the possibly-intending-to-shoot-Hanna-on-sight), but that didn't mean much.
He was pleasantly surprised to notice that his appearance was drawing . . . well. It was still drawing its fair share of notice -- but there seemed to be slightly few horrified stares than was usual. Maybe some of their fellow-travelers were just used to the undead, or maybe they'd been too shellshocked by their arrival in Willaknapp. It was hard to say -- but he wasn't going to complain, either way.