[A few rations of bandages. That's all they had, while people were missing limbs and had holes in their guts and hollowed looks in their eyes, and all that before another murder.
Rosamund isn't sure everyone knows about it, so she's running supplies to the people she knows are in need.]
Temenos? [She approaches him with a hand outstretched, rations at the ready.] For your stomach.
here's the thing: when she finds temenos, she will find him outside of the food court. he's standing, leaning very heavily on his staff, but he's... not moving?
his eyes are closed, his other hand is on his chin, and he's not moving at all. in fact, when she comes over, he doesn't even respond.
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WEEK 1: FRIDAY
Rosamund isn't sure everyone knows about it, so she's running supplies to the people she knows are in need.]
Temenos? [She approaches him with a hand outstretched, rations at the ready.] For your stomach.
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here's the thing: when she finds temenos, she will find him outside of the food court. he's standing, leaning very heavily on his staff, but he's... not moving?
his eyes are closed, his other hand is on his chin, and he's not moving at all. in fact, when she comes over, he doesn't even respond.
hmmm..... ]
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[Oh dear.
She moves a little closer, peering at his shut eyes and precarious poise. Normally she might leave him to rest, but he's standing up.
Rosamund gently takes his shoulder and gives it a wee shake.]
Temenos?