Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Thursday Noon

[spring_lost]

Something was very, very wrong.

Nathan had sensed it as early as that morning, but he hadn't quite understood the severity of it. Now, a few hours later, he'd amped up the security system - the front of the place was starting to be littered with the bodies of dead radroaches - and he was busy gathering data on what the hell was going on

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[mouthy_merc]

"We get to stab things?" Wade asked, all perked up from his TV watching.

[spring_lost]

"Or shoot them," Nate replied, yanking a handgun out of the cupboard.

Yes, the cupboard. "I'm not really going to discriminate..."

[mouthy_merc]

"You know how to woo a fellow," Wade replied, already grabbing his own weapons. His beloved weapons.

...but not the gay, gay gun.

[spring_lost]

"I haven't been able to get any good readings yet," he said, "I might need the equipment at Town Hall... something has gone wrong, and it isn't just the roaches."

After the handgun came the really, really big gun that wasn't a handgun in the slightest. "I'm not picking up as much from the island as I did yesterday."