InsaneJournal

This was ... interesting
Who: Logan, Cloud
What: arriving in the cage
When: Wednesday eveningish
Where: On the streets & to a garage
Rating: Low, probably
Status: Complete

While Logan was not aware of crossing any boundary, he did notice a subtle change in the atmosphere. Maybe it wasn’t anything that a normal Joe might have noticed, but he did. Even if he hadn’t been aware of that subtle nuance, there was the much less subtle marker: unseasonable snow. He paused and glanced in the direction he’d come from before he let his eyes drift back the direction he was heading. No snow behind him … but snow ahead of him. After a second or two of hesitation, he shrugged and continued forward. He already knew there was nothing behind him and it wasn’t as though he was a stranger to snow. Besides, he needed to get into the city and find a set of tools so he could fix his bike. He thought it was a little ironic that he was more indestructible than the motorcycle, but either way, it was broken and he wasn’t presently equipped to fix it. As he moved deeper into the city and the area became more populated, he was aware that the snow was more prevalent here. The further along he walked, the more there was. The snow here looked plowed, and the sidewalks looked scraped and salted, and everyone was bundled up and he thought they looked used to it which struck him odd. Had there been snow long enough -- in August -- for people to be used to it? Well, it wasn’t his business. His worn leather jacket kept out the worst of the chill, though he thought he might have to invest in some heavier shirts if this kept up. Shrugging it off, he continued to stroll along with his bike until he came across something that looked like it fit the bill. A smallish mechanic’s shop that looked like it had seen better days. Still, they might have tools, or if they weren’t interested in letting him work on his own bike, they might fix it up for him. If nothing else, he might find where he could get a room for the night and explore around the city if he had to wait. Glancing around to see if he could spot anyone, he shifted his weight. The sole of his boot scuffed against the pavement before he stilled to listen for the sound of voices, be they employees or passers-by.