33 Apocalypse Ave (Cale Residence) - Saturday
If the rumbling ground wasn't enough to give Thursday the hint that something was amiss, the business across the street being pulverised by trolls certainly did the trick.
Thursday was in action immediately, bounding up the stairs two at a time. She bypassed Friday's room and went straight for her own, grabbing her Jurisfiction manual from the bedside table and her gun from in the bedside drawer. She fixed the gun holster around her waist and headed to Friday's room.
Everything else would have to wait. She flicked the book open to the description she'd written of Commander Bradshaw and Mrs Bradshaw's living room. Without even giving him a chance to ask "sit amet?" she scooped Friday up and started reading aloud. They quickly disappeared.
Five minutes later, Thursday returned alone. The book was shoved into her pocket and she headed downstairs to find the others.
Unfortunately, five minutes is a long time in Fandom. The trolls had taken notice of the house.
This did not bode well for the Cale residence.
Thursday was in action immediately, bounding up the stairs two at a time. She bypassed Friday's room and went straight for her own, grabbing her Jurisfiction manual from the bedside table and her gun from in the bedside drawer. She fixed the gun holster around her waist and headed to Friday's room.
Everything else would have to wait. She flicked the book open to the description she'd written of Commander Bradshaw and Mrs Bradshaw's living room. Without even giving him a chance to ask "sit amet?" she scooped Friday up and started reading aloud. They quickly disappeared.
Five minutes later, Thursday returned alone. The book was shoved into her pocket and she headed downstairs to find the others.
Unfortunately, five minutes is a long time in Fandom. The trolls had taken notice of the house.
This did not bode well for the Cale residence.