Rosamund is taking refuge in places more familiar to her. She needs something grounding, not more of these echoing steel and searing lights. If Shu wanders in though, he finds himself at a decidedly unpleasant locale: the middle of the ocean, by way of a derelict floating amusement park. An ancient one at that, and empty, littered with donkey bones and rotten wood, barnacles, and the odour of what can only be described as "rancid hotdogs" in the air.
Rosamund has taken refuge at a wee shack labelled "Slappy's Bubblegum and Whisky", where she is wearily pouring herself a shot from a bottle with a crayon label. The "k" in whisky is backwards.]
Oh. [She freezes on the spot.] ...Sorry. Did you want the room?
WEEK 1: Sunday
Rosamund is taking refuge in places more familiar to her. She needs something grounding, not more of these echoing steel and searing lights. If Shu wanders in though, he finds himself at a decidedly unpleasant locale: the middle of the ocean, by way of a derelict floating amusement park. An ancient one at that, and empty, littered with donkey bones and rotten wood, barnacles, and the odour of what can only be described as "rancid hotdogs" in the air.
Rosamund has taken refuge at a wee shack labelled "Slappy's Bubblegum and Whisky", where she is wearily pouring herself a shot from a bottle with a crayon label. The "k" in whisky is backwards.]
Oh. [She freezes on the spot.] ...Sorry. Did you want the room?