Empty warehouse, Apocalypse Avenue - Saturday Afternoon
It was the unerring instinct of the Igors that led Igor through the streets of Fandom and straight to the empty warehouse. "Oh, my, yes, this is perfect."
Scraps looked up at him and barked, the sound a weird harmonisation of a high pitched yap and deep, booming woof -- not surprising, really. He was the ultimate mixed breed.
"Yes, I quite agree." Igor pushed the door open and, very soon, it was a formerly empty warehouse. Some of the things with which it had been filled didn't bear close examination.
[ooc: And Igor has arrived! Info post is over here.]
Scraps looked up at him and barked, the sound a weird harmonisation of a high pitched yap and deep, booming woof -- not surprising, really. He was the ultimate mixed breed.
"Yes, I quite agree." Igor pushed the door open and, very soon, it was a formerly empty warehouse. Some of the things with which it had been filled didn't bear close examination.
[ooc: And Igor has arrived! Info post is over here.]