Well, Erol and I managed the trip. Not without incident, of course, but we managed it. And even if the hail and whatnot has stopped, we did manage to bing back a fair amount of supplies. I think. Not enough for everyone, of course, but enough for some. The supplies we--and by "we" I mean "mostly Erol, because I had the only gun"--managed to ( Read more... )

[Pounding hail noises are half-muffled, hitting on walls and the glass of his window.]

Well...it is not as pleasant as snow, but it is good to know that this place can at least be similar to home.

[Crack of thunder gets suddenly louder midway, joined by sharper, closer hailing noises. He's opened his apartment window and is now leaning out into ( Read more... )

[Background noise of rain is much quieter than it has been recently, proof that he finally made it back to his apartment. Tone of voice is amused, even cheerful.]I warned you all about getting sick. It is your own fault. And to those of you claiming you are not sick when you are? Have fun hurting yourselves. I am still not healing you. I do ( Read more... )

...As bizarre as it is, I think I owe my thanks to one Vexen for turning the mudhole everyone has been using to ice. It will not last long, with the rain still coming down like this, but it is really very nice.

[Hissing sound of sliding around on the ice, skating on his boots.]

Something is bothering me, though.

[Yes, he's skating and talking ( Read more... )

You are all making quite the mess, you know. Is there really nothing to do but run around getting filthy? Who knows what is in the mud here?

...If any of you get sick, I am not fixing it. Even if this is rather amusing to watch.

[No speech for a long moment, just faint backgrounds noises and a quiet tap-tap-tapping on glass--rain on his window.]...It is raining. It smells...clean ( Read more... )