This time is the last time [Closed]
Characters: Gwendal von Voltaire and John Watson
Content: Man-Date Just having tea and food together and doing some last minute-shopping.
Setting: Badlands
Time: Mid-morning to Afternoon
Warnings: None
The ship was due to the leave soon and the supplies still needed refilling. Food had already been stocked as did the the weaponry being fixed and replaced. All that had been left were the medical supplies, which had been depleted because of the rather unexpected incidents that had occurred during the races. Watson had asked for Gwendal's help in restocking, which meant they needed to go out to the marketplace and retrieve more. Gwendal was more than happy to help, after all, Watson was his friend and he owed him his life.
His shoulder and chest were still tender and ached at times, but for the most part, Gwendal felt find as he carried the canvas bag full of medical supplies. A couple smaller bags that didn't quite make it in the bigger bag were in his other hand, but he didn't care.
"How much do we have left?" Gwendal asked, looking at the other stalls, they were approaching the food court and he doubted more medicinal stalls were on the other side.
Content: Man-Date Just having tea and food together and doing some last minute-shopping.
Setting: Badlands
Time: Mid-morning to Afternoon
Warnings: None
The ship was due to the leave soon and the supplies still needed refilling. Food had already been stocked as did the the weaponry being fixed and replaced. All that had been left were the medical supplies, which had been depleted because of the rather unexpected incidents that had occurred during the races. Watson had asked for Gwendal's help in restocking, which meant they needed to go out to the marketplace and retrieve more. Gwendal was more than happy to help, after all, Watson was his friend and he owed him his life.
His shoulder and chest were still tender and ached at times, but for the most part, Gwendal felt find as he carried the canvas bag full of medical supplies. A couple smaller bags that didn't quite make it in the bigger bag were in his other hand, but he didn't care.
"How much do we have left?" Gwendal asked, looking at the other stalls, they were approaching the food court and he doubted more medicinal stalls were on the other side.