A: Distributing Supplies - Open It was terribly dull work, but Alice's job at Houndsditch and the Opera House had left her with a good head for numbers. She didn't exactly have the physical prowess to go digging up the rubble, so she offered what she could. Which was keeping track of supplies.
But familiarity breeds contempt (or so the saying goes) and the work was much too familiar for her liking. So her mind did what it always did - it wandered. Even a natural disaster like this couldn't keep her grounded long, and the ledger is soon filled with doodles of all manner of oddities. Bull-finches (finches with literal bull heads) and a hairless cat all skin and bones and tattoos with all too many teeth grins up from the page.
B. Picking up Scraps - Open She didn't look so out of place amidst the destruction. Dressed in dull black, with shaggy hair that needed a proper trim, and her sickly palour, one would be forgiven for mistaking her to be the grim reaper's long-lost sister looking for souls to cart away.
But Alice wasn't looking for souls. She was looking for her bat cat.
"Lucy!" She called, clambering over a damp brick wall that was all that remained standing of a small set of apartments. What couldn't be salvaged had been carted away. All that remained was an empty lot with a few crumbled bricks and broken glass that crunched softly under her feet as she navigated the ruin.
"Where did you run off to? ...Lucy, darling!"
Lucy, who had just started to take wing, was rather enjoying her new-found freedom, and hide and seek seemed like a perfectly reasonable thing to play in the midst of a crisis.
II - Hazards and Hushed Whispers - Closed to the Fool
Alice had the good sense to steer clear of the trees. Getting too close or even looking at them too long gave her a throbbing headache. Unfortunately that good sense didn't extend to the 'drowned' buildings. All she'd heard of them was hushed rumours that gave her a vague idea of their location. But it was enough to pique her interest. The way she'd heard them uttered sounded like something much more than just buildings that had been flooded.
She knew she must be getting close when one of the sentry stopped her and sent her back the way she came. Once she was out of sight, she slipped down an alley, heading back towards the drowned buildings. She'd made it further this way, but a peek around the corner revealed two sentry patrols, having a late lunch.
She ducked out of sight before they saw her snooping, and she scanned around for anything that might get her closer to her goal. A flimsy fire escape that led up to a second floor door that had been blown off its hinges during the storm.
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A: Distributing Supplies - Open It was terribly dull work, but Alice's job at Houndsditch and the Opera House had left her with a good head for numbers. She didn't exactly have the physical prowess to go digging up the rubble, so she offered what she could. Which was keeping track of supplies.
But familiarity breeds contempt (or so the saying goes) and the work was much too familiar for her liking. So her mind did what it always did - it wandered. Even a natural disaster like this couldn't keep her grounded long, and the ledger is soon filled with doodles of all manner of oddities. Bull-finches (finches with literal bull heads) and a hairless cat all skin and bones and tattoos with all too many teeth grins up from the page.
B. Picking up Scraps - Open She didn't look so out of place amidst the destruction. Dressed in dull black, with shaggy hair that needed a proper trim, and her sickly palour, one would be forgiven for mistaking her to be the grim reaper's long-lost sister looking for souls to cart away.
But Alice wasn't looking for souls. She was looking for her bat cat.
"Lucy!" She called, clambering over a damp brick wall that was all that remained standing of a small set of apartments. What couldn't be salvaged had been carted away. All that remained was an empty lot with a few crumbled bricks and broken glass that crunched softly under her feet as she navigated the ruin.
"Where did you run off to? ...Lucy, darling!"
Lucy, who had just started to take wing, was rather enjoying her new-found freedom, and hide and seek seemed like a perfectly reasonable thing to play in the midst of a crisis.
II - Hazards and Hushed Whispers - Closed to the Fool
Alice had the good sense to steer clear of the trees. Getting too close or even looking at them too long gave her a throbbing headache. Unfortunately that good sense didn't extend to the 'drowned' buildings. All she'd heard of them was hushed rumours that gave her a vague idea of their location. But it was enough to pique her interest. The way she'd heard them uttered sounded like something much more than just buildings that had been flooded.
She knew she must be getting close when one of the sentry stopped her and sent her back the way she came. Once she was out of sight, she slipped down an alley, heading back towards the drowned buildings. She'd made it further this way, but a peek around the corner revealed two sentry patrols, having a late lunch.
She ducked out of sight before they saw her snooping, and she scanned around for anything that might get her closer to her goal. A flimsy fire escape that led up to a second floor door that had been blown off its hinges during the storm.
...She'd had worse ideas.