Bad Moon Rising Who: ALL PLAY (feel free to start your own sub-threads!) What: Waiting For...Something When: At Dusk, Day Eighteen Where: The Shore By The Lighthouse Warnings: Violence, probably. Maybe language. Status: Incomplete
Michelle was waiting on the shore by the lighthouse as dusk fell. She had no idea what would happen on the full moon, but felt certain something would. And based on experience, it wouldn't be fun. So she'd dressed for for the occasion. She wore heavy cargo pants, and long-sleeved work shirt under a leather jacket liberated from Iceland, as well as steel-toed work boots (ditto). Her handgun was holstered on her left hip. Her shortsword and buckler were on her right hip. Concealment was no longer an issue. She'd have preferred to have her rapier for the extra reach, but she hadn't been carrying it when she arrived on Stroma. The shortsword was easier to conceal, but when she was planning to fight, she used the rapier.
The pockets of her cargo pants contained first aid supplies, two extra magazines for her handgun, a bottle of water, and some of the more travel-worthy food she'd saved from the recent feast. Also a sheathed knife. A gorget for her neck would have been nice, but...you fought with what you had, not what you wished you had. And she was pretty certain she'd be fighting something, or someone.
She sensed Stephen approach from behind her. "You're just in time, I think," she said without turning. "I talked to Ben earlier today. If things go pear-shaped, as I expect, I'm going to help him defend the gardens. We've worked too hard on them to let them be wrecked, especially now that Alyssa isn't here to encourage the plants to grow and discourage pests from eating them."