The Undertaker ‡ 02 「safe point」
Who: Undertaker and anyone who's seeking shelter in his basment
Where: His morgue shop
Style: either
Status: OPEN
The Undertaker had moved the last of his things into his large basement. His coffins were staked neatly on top of one another with a few positioned on the floor to use of either beds or seats. He had his food, his books, his blankets, his notebooks, he was all set to go to ride out this sandstorm. He had positioned one of his larger coffins against his front door to avoid the howling winds from blasting the door open and getting sand all over his office. He would move it for those that wished to come and seek shelter.
His long, spidery hands grabbed a packet of matches and lit a lone candle that illuminated the darkness and he waited...
(( ooc; anyone can come in. He'll read you stories and bake cakes and protect you. ))
Where: His morgue shop
Style: either
Status: OPEN
The Undertaker had moved the last of his things into his large basement. His coffins were staked neatly on top of one another with a few positioned on the floor to use of either beds or seats. He had his food, his books, his blankets, his notebooks, he was all set to go to ride out this sandstorm. He had positioned one of his larger coffins against his front door to avoid the howling winds from blasting the door open and getting sand all over his office. He would move it for those that wished to come and seek shelter.
His long, spidery hands grabbed a packet of matches and lit a lone candle that illuminated the darkness and he waited...
(( ooc; anyone can come in. He'll read you stories and bake cakes and protect you. ))