walking in circles before I lie down

[cadaverdaddy]

Who: thecorpsedaddy, sealbait, and topslug
When: Backdated to Wednesday 9th March, at noon.
Where: In front of the starter apartments, then to Undertaker's house on the edge of sector 4.
Summary: Veser has made the grave mistake decision to take up residence in Undertaker's upstairs room. Taker's come to get him, and introduce him to his new home.
Warnings: Creeper creeping.

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[sealbait]

[Veser wasn't sure what he'd been expecting but a horse drawn carriage was definitely the very last thing. A horse? A clear carriage? Seriously? What was this, a western? Where did he even get something like that? Undertaker can bet questions are going to be asked.

The teen had already gather his few items: his NV, some clothes he'd bummed off of Soul, a few video games he'd also borrowed from his friend and his work uniform. Everything he had fit into a flimsy plastic bag looped around his wrist. Turning away from the window, Veser gave Yako a grin.]

Either somebody in the building croaked or our ride is here.

[topslug]

[ There really wasn't much in Veser's apartment, but Yako supposed that was only to be expected: not everyone arrived in the city with luggage, after all, and a month was hardly enough time to accumulate more than the necessary things. In any case, she's standing there with nothing in her hands, peering out the window along with Veser. ]

Yeah, that's a pretty "unique" ride, I'd say. [ She nods towards it-- the man sitting on it is even more distinct than what he came in on. ]

Is that Mr. Undertaker? We should probably go and meet him.

[cadaverdaddy]

[Much to the contrary. In a month, Undertaker had collected quite a few little specimen jars in his apartment. But those sorts of things are actively relevant in his mind.

Undertaker would argue that he is more impressive to be seen than his dear Macbeth, but that's beside the point.

Hoping down from the coach even before it stops completely, the tall, black clothed man coos the horses, running long fingers along their backs and speaking to them as though they could truly understand. Once satisfied that they wouldn't be going anywhere, he turns and starts for the doors of the apartment, long hair rocking from side to side behind him. He's grinning with excitement, though, in all honesty, it's an expression that he rarely forfeits for long.]