WHO: sam drake, beth greene, laura kint, & YOU WHAT: open post to try and get back into the groove. starters in comments, hmu for something custom. WHEN: post-modplot, generally in august WHERE: the gallows, kirkwall NOTES: tbd
The chapel is indeed a good place to hide during a thunderstorm. It's also a good place to dry off and take a nap during said thunderstorm. Nothing makes Edgard more sleepy than the sound of an oncoming storm.
Lightning flashes and Edgard goes straight to the comfiest pew. (Of course he knows which one is comfiest). He throws himself down on it without looking. It's occupied.
"Agh--!" Before she's thought about it--or anything else, for that matter--she's leapt out from under the body coming at her, pushing it away even as she's backing up toward the wall.
Her breath comes quick as she tries to recover her sense of place and time. It's just someone from Riftwatch, it's nothing. It's nothing. "Y-yeah. What're you--?"
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Lightning flashes and Edgard goes straight to the comfiest pew. (Of course he knows which one is comfiest). He throws himself down on it without looking. It's occupied.
"Sorry!" He yelps leaping up. "Beth, right?"
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Her breath comes quick as she tries to recover her sense of place and time. It's just someone from Riftwatch, it's nothing. It's nothing. "Y-yeah. What're you--?"
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"Sometimes I come here to take a nap. Not usually anyone here. 's nice. Didn't see you."
He doesn't move, but tilts his head down a little, concerned. "Alright there?"