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Tuesday: Righteous Fury
Who: Tayne and Lux (NPC)
Where: the streets of Darkwater
When: late in the evening, right before the electrical storm
It hadn't been as productive a day as Tayne would've liked-- which was why he was still out and about well after dark, and not eating dinner at the nice restaurant attached to his hotel. The morning had been taken up with hiding in his hotel room from the downpour, not even able to sleep in with all that rain coming down noisily. He'd kept his window open the night before, and as soon as the storm broke at dawn, he'd immediately rushed out of bed to slam the window shut.
No water in his hotel room. None. No way.
Thankfully, it finally cleared up enough that he felt comfortable going outside, but that still shaved a few hours off his plans for the day. Throw in the blustering, and he'd barely visited half the people he'd intended to, and only made one purchasing errand. He was on his way back to the hotel a visit to the hospital, on foot, eying the starless sky with more and more trepidation and wishing to heaven he'd brought his truck. Shame on him for thinking the rain was done for the day.
( and an empty shell )
Where: the streets of Darkwater
When: late in the evening, right before the electrical storm
It hadn't been as productive a day as Tayne would've liked-- which was why he was still out and about well after dark, and not eating dinner at the nice restaurant attached to his hotel. The morning had been taken up with hiding in his hotel room from the downpour, not even able to sleep in with all that rain coming down noisily. He'd kept his window open the night before, and as soon as the storm broke at dawn, he'd immediately rushed out of bed to slam the window shut.
No water in his hotel room. None. No way.
Thankfully, it finally cleared up enough that he felt comfortable going outside, but that still shaved a few hours off his plans for the day. Throw in the blustering, and he'd barely visited half the people he'd intended to, and only made one purchasing errand. He was on his way back to the hotel a visit to the hospital, on foot, eying the starless sky with more and more trepidation and wishing to heaven he'd brought his truck. Shame on him for thinking the rain was done for the day.
( and an empty shell )