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[never_very_good]

[VOICE | Sand City]

Five days in the fucking desert, starting to wear thin. Easier ways to get a tan, winter or not.

[There's a long pause, just the sound of the sand-scoured wind in the background.]

They say the City's split, yeah? Things better on the other side?

Wouldn't take much, I guess. Running water'd do.

[A few barely-audible mumbled curses, and the transmission clicks off.]



[ooc; since the time difference is mostly handwaved, figure this cropped up early on the 3rd day of Glass, midday 5th day of Sand. ♥ Obviously this will be distorted to anyone in the Glass City.]

Comments

[never_very_good]

Someplace clean enough to clean it out'd help.

[With kind of a huff, not quite a sigh, but he's tired of sand-coated sand.]

[eiremagic]

Think we should go where Mouse said?

[never_very_good]

Dunno. Not sure I trust them to say what's best.

[eiremagic]

Sometimes they're not arseholes.

But not often.

[never_very_good]

Not a lot of options though.

[eiremagic]

[she sighs. Oh boy.]

Yeah.

[never_very_good]

[Too much doom and gloom maybe. After all, could be worse. A couple years ago being stuck here would be a death sentence.]

Fuck.

We'll manage.