audio;

Are we having fun yet? Heat, limited supplies, limited space...limited patience.

[Oh so cheery and deadpan, it's all factual to Doctor House.]

If you haven't already listened to obvious voices of reason, you could be dead by now.  If not? Spare a moment to say thank you. Some of us are busting our asses. What are you doing?

[private to Chase]

We should have a glass of water and pretend it's coffee. I hear that it does wonders for the effects of swallowing some sand.

A little rain doesn't mean you can't have a fuckin' party.

[Turning the volume on his stereo for this song waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay up. Desert City you get this post pretty clear, Glass City you might get just the music cutting in at full blast.]

[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.]

[Pre-storm: Busy roasting scorpions over a blazing fire.

Post-storm: Conniption fit over rain soaked ashes. Takes rage out on slugs.]

*Shrieking curses in Zuni*

[Stab, hack, repeat]

On the up side, the rain's a refreshin' change from all this heat. The down side, it's a fuckin' pain to keep wipin' off my glasses.

[He peels a slug off his shoe and tosses it aside.]

Not to mention all these fuckin' slugs. Should'a brought salt.

[Right before he turns the video off, one might see a slug crawling up the back of his shoulder and stretching itself towards his ear.]

DELACROIX to VOID: 29-02-???? re: Worms

I 'ave seen zhese things before... I thought zhe girl was delirious when I picked her up several days ago. When she attacked me, I was not inclined to kill her, but somezhing crawled out of her when I put her to zhe ground. Some kind of worm. Zhose filthy worms. How long had eet been inside of her before it died...

DELACROIX to VOID: 29-02-???? re: Rain

Zhe rain has fed their withered bodies, zhat is clear enough. No blessing comes without price, not a lesson I had forgotten. The shelter I 'ave taken on zhe outskirts of camp is infested with zhese... worms. I would torch it eef not for zhe rain.

DELACROIX to VOID: 29-02-???? re: Singing

How many months ago would I have doubted zhat worms sang of glory? I do not know what zhe slugs 'ave in mind, but I 'ave heard their murmuring and zhey will not have mine. So small, and yet with zhe right host... Dieu. Diego, Korenchkin...

[She pauses, noticing something before the sound of her pistol firing rings out very clearly and she mutters,]

Vas te faire encule. Where ees one of zhose OSA spooks when I need a pyrokinetic...



[[ooc; Watch as Marie steadily descends into sleepless paranoia...]]

So apparently if you want to get to the desert there's a form for that. I don't really like the fine print, but at this point I don't really care if it means staying here longer, I just want to check up on what's going on. And anyway, I heard there was a sarlacc. Or possibly a "sarlaaaaaa*bzzzt*aaaaa."

I think it's possibly to carry things over, so if anyone desertside has requests, let me know. I'm just not sure I'll actually be able to figure out what you're asking for.

[Hello City, have a thoroughly harried-looking (and also very damp) self-important businessman glaring at you.]

Is there seriously no place in this city that isn't made entirely out of glass? Or leaking? Whenever this weather brings one of these glass towers down, I'd rather not be anywhere near it, thank you very much.

[Really, he's probably just still angry over being subjected to yesterday's curse. At least he wasn't caught on the network during it.]

I've been able to make contact with a handful of people through the barrier between the cities but it's getting too difficult. It looks like I've only got enough cobbled together here for one more trip back over from the sand to the glass city, so the Doctor Doctor's All-Aboard Desert Not-A-Bus-This-Time Ferry Transport Line is leaving Point A tomorrow morning and headed for point B, and that'll be that. Anybody left out here who wants to be on it ought to be here by then, because I'm not sure how long I'll be able to keep the components in working order without enough replacements.