@Imperfect_Autumn group
(G'morning.)
(G'morning.)
(Who're we waiting on?)
(I believe @Impossible_Girl still has to post her character.)
(Aaaannddd Jo
shoot)
(Hai)
(HEllo)
(HEY)
(Hey-hey!)
(Sup)
(WHO"S READY FOR THIS RP???)
(WHO"S READY FOR THIS RP???)
(ME!)
(Me, although I’m not active for much longer)
(I’M READY)
(LET"S GET CRACKALACKIN)
Tyson sat in the chapel, trying to block out the sobs of the kids as the were cut for the first time. It's for a good reason…it's for a good reason….it's….not…
He shook his head. There was no good reason for this. He's dead. He's not coming back ever. We need to move on.
Tyson glanced at Taro. He raised an eyebrow. You hate this just as much as I do…
(Quick question: What exactly is going on atm?)
(The ceremony every month where they offer things up to Odin)
(Cool, thanks.)
Taro looked at Tyson, sharing a look with him. Why give to someone who was dead? He couldn’t do anything for them anymore. Even if he could, wasn't now a time of great need? Shouldn’t Odin have come to help them?
Fox tapped his foot and chewed on his lip nervously. Everything would go fine. It would all be okay. Right? It wasn't that big of a deal. They did this all the time. No one's died yet. Right?
Artemisia sat by herself, wringing her hands. This was her least favorite time of the month.
Tyson glanced across the aisle at Fox. He was seated just a bit ahead of them. Today….we start collecting water. Then next week, food. I can get some rations from my dad's trunk.
Violet sat quietly, keeping her eyes trained on the ground.
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