Carnaval de la Lumière

[Dropped into town by other carnival roustabouts, James had a little over an hour or two to purchase some of what was on a small list before the truck would return to collect him. He'd had mostly small requests from fellow carnival dwellers His volunteering was mostly due to attempting to assist in the recovery of those they hadn't yet seen, some hadn't been seen since the dust storm. Not that he really expected to see them, but he hoped, perhaps there might be something. Not caring for the looks it might warrant, in addition to his dusty clothing James had donned his navy coat despite the heat, mostly to hide the cutlass at his belt

He lingered outside the little town's general store with a long sigh out, examining the list in his hands before tucking it away in a pocket. Glancing up again idly he looked out to the main street, which was littered rather sparsely with people.]

Characters: Logan, open
When: Monday evening
Location: Everywhere; wherever you want to find him
Warnings/Rating: None anticipated
Summary: Logan smells a familiar smell and tries to track its source
Status: Open, ongoing


( Was she here? )