Carnaval de la Lumière

[Deucalion had survived his first dust storm, met a few rather exceptional people and managed to persuade a good number of civilians the freak show was worth watching even as he cringed inside. He found his job easy at the same time that he wanted to do the exact opposite of it.

He didn't like the road either. He preferred those times when he wasn't on duty, when he could wander the grounds, listen to the radio, think. Perhaps meet interesting people and avoid too many unexpected catastrophes. He did dislike a scuffle.

Now they were in a new place and he felt the need to explore it. It was noisier than the last town he hadn't bothered to learn the name of. He rested the tip of his cane on the ground and struck off.]

Who: Elle and Deucalion
What: Riding out the sand storm
When: Monday
Where: In the back of a truck, on the road
Warnings: Probably not really.

( At first I was afraid )

Who: House and Deucalion
Where: Their humble abode (tent 19)
When: Backdated to last weekend, shortly after they both arrived
What: Meeting
Warnings: Will update if necessary
Status: Closed, ongoing

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Who: Katherine Pierce and OTA
Where: Outside her tent
What: She's practicing hooping
When: Now.
Rating: TBA
Open: Yes

( here we go )

[Deucalion used his ears and his cane to find an empty space at the breakfast bench, settling beside Diana, her scent unfamiliar but, then, almost everyone's was.]

Can you pass the salt please? [He asked politely]

Who: Grey and Deucalion
Where: Outside her trailer
When: Saturday evening
What: Not exactly settling in.
Warnings: Language
Status: Closed/ongoing

( Contains language others may find offensive. )