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Vas Captio Mods (vas_captio_mod) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-08 15:47:00

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!complete, day 10, location: post office, luna lovegood, open, remy lebeau

Day 10: Post Office - 1:15pm
Who: OTA
What: Seven point five
When: 1:15pm - 5:00pm
Where: Post Office
Rating: TBA
Status: Active

The sun was shining high in the sky and a gentle breeze stroked the leaves of the trees, making them, along with the severed stub of rope on the clock face from the day previous sway lazily. It was quiet. Perhaps it was too quiet, for the lack of birds chirping or insects buzzing.

All in all, the day was one of the most pleasant as of yet for the bulk of the involuntary residents of Vas Captio, save, of course, the heat. Maybe it was a bit too hot to be entirely comfortable.

It started small, as most things do. A light shuddering from below made the counters creak and what post office boxes were left open swing slowly on their hinges. The front door groaned and then everything fell silent again.

Suddenly the tiny building shook and rattled to life. The walls protested with loud shrieks as wood splintered. Old crates of packing supplies exploded as they were thrown against the walls and counters full of heavy mailroom equipment went crashing to the floor. All in all, the tiny building did not sustain much structural damage but the front door popped open, its hinges shattering and leaving it wide open for anyone to enter and discover that in the miniscule room behind the post office boxes is a door leading down into a complex underground tunnel system.

Vas Captio was still, again, and silent once more.

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Re: Luna Lovegood & Remy LeBeau

ace_of_clubs
2009-06-10 11:43 am UTC (link)

"Aah, c'est malheureux. Disloca'e' shoul'er. Some of 'dat, I can fix. The shoul'er? Defini'ly. I set bones 'fore. He ain' gon' like it, but be bes' for him, so 'dey don' bump 'roun' while we gettin' him to see 'de doct'r." And as she announced that they needed to follow the path, the Cajun only nodded.

"Woul'n' do to get los' in 'de wood, while we tryin' to be 'de rescue par'y, non?" A light joke, though it seemed obvious to him that this girl wasn't particularly into joking. That was a shame. But she'd have to get used to it. Maybe her incapacitated friend would be more up for some light-hearted, Cajun-tainted humor.

"We gonna need sticks. An' his shir'." Assuming he was wearing a shirt, of course. Gambit would be perfectly fine with tearing it off of him and ripping it into strips to help stabilize some broken bones.

Oh, this was really going to hurt that kid. But the Cajun was looking forward to it.. sort of a payback, for his own dislocated shoulder this afternoon. It hadn't been Dean's fault of course.. but it didn't matter to Remy.

(And this thread now moves into the Forest)

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