Characters: Anathema Device (
thebooksaysso ) & Gabe Weller (
hungupboots )
Setting/Location: Caravan, the top floor of....some tower or other.
Date & Time: Backdated to Day 5, evening
Warnings: None!
Summary: Time to trade notes on all the other caravan goers they've harassed so far.
Anathema had been hoping that maybe, just maybe, the awful smell would have abated some by the time she finally decided to leave her room. Apparently it had just been wishful thinking on her part, because instead she found herself attempting to hold her breath while running as fast as she could up the tower stairs. And when that didn't work, try to use her sweater as a filter.
The smell did seem to thin out a little the higher up she got, thankfully, and after a brief rest for her head to stop spinning she started searching up and down the hallways for the reason she was up there.
"Mr. Weller?"