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[never_very_good]

[AUDIO | Sand City]

Fuck. Look, wha--

[A crack and roll of thunder drowns him out, the pattering of rain on sand turning into a persistent hammering as the wind changes, slightly. And over that, Frankie shouting unintelligibly against the storm.

Closer, now, an ugly, wet squish, and then Frankie again, breathing hard.]

Rain's not safe. Know we need the water, but... [A pause, and another squish, accompanied by a gritty crunching.] Fuck, these things...

[Maybe he meant to be more specific, but clearly squashing slugs is more important. The device cuts out.]



[ooc; backdated to earlier today (real time,) during the rain of slugs in Sand.]

Comments

[eiremagic]

[SOAKED TO THE SKIN]

I fucking hate slugs!

[fatespoken]

Not again.

[socoolbrewster]

...You mean the slugs?

[They're just slugs, man. What's the big deal? Not that he's not suitably unsettled; THERE ARE SO MANY.]