[The PCD turns on after bouncing on the ground, a cascade of magazines and books falling on top of it. Someone can be heard cursing as everything is hastily picked up and set elsewhere. Avery can be seen walking away from the mess, a bottle of whisky in one hand. He sits down in a reclined and takes a drink from the bottle before setting it down ( Read more... )

To the concerned and worried, there is a young lady having difficulty speaking wandering by herself in the city. She's located at [x;y]. I'll keep an eye on her until someone takes her back home, though I strongly suggest having one of the doctors look at her as well.

((ooc: Direct result of this))

[The PCD clicks on to show a man in his mid-30s with shoulder-length bright red hair and a neatly kept beard. He's dressed in an undershirt and is leaning over a table of sorts and working on something, though the task is unknown. He straightens up and holds a black suit jacket in front of him, carefully inspecting it before placing it on a coat ( Read more... )

My, isn't this a strange city. Bustling with activity and yet so ruined. Even more fasincating is how I ended up here when this certainly was not where I was headed to. Though I suppose that seems to be the common case.

Still, would someone be kind enough to direct me to the nearest bar or drinking establishment? I could use a drink.

( [Private // unhackable] )