CHECK YOUR RECEIPTS @notajackass [This is the face of an exhausted and mildly disgusted man. The exhaustion is routine by this point, but the disgust is not so standard. He's definitely looking a little green.]
Hey, so, uh, is anyone else having a mold problem? Because I just, uh. Well. Everything in my pack is ruined. Green fuzz everywhere.
[He pauses for a moment and swallows hard; that's definitely the face of a man trying not to vomit.]
Smells pretty bad, too.
[Okay, that's enough, he's got his question out, now to go vomit in privacy.]
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WRITING ON THE WALL They're as snug as it's possible to be for the night. Jack is prowling the perimeter of the room restlessly, as he does, peering into nooks and crannies, opening cupboards and drawers and generally rummaging in his never-ending search for useful stuff. He never thought he would miss Elpis as much as he does. At least there loot containers had the decency to look like loot containers. Here, there's nothing to call attention to potential useful contraband.
He's not coming up with a lot. A few knick-knacks, some odds and ends, but nothing particularly useful. He's shifting through a pile of books, only half hoping that there might be even one that's not damaged beyond legibility, he's not having great luck, but the process of moving the books around does reveal something legible scribbled onto the wall behind them. Curious, he moves aside more books, stacking them carefully despite their decrepit state, to reveal the rest of the graffiti.
Jack (Timothy Lawrence) || Borderlands
@notajackass
[This is the face of an exhausted and mildly disgusted man. The exhaustion is routine by this point, but the disgust is not so standard. He's definitely looking a little green.]
Hey, so, uh, is anyone else having a mold problem? Because I just, uh. Well. Everything in my pack is ruined. Green fuzz everywhere.
[He pauses for a moment and swallows hard; that's definitely the face of a man trying not to vomit.]
Smells pretty bad, too.
[Okay, that's enough, he's got his question out, now to go vomit in privacy.]
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WRITING ON THE WALL
They're as snug as it's possible to be for the night. Jack is prowling the perimeter of the room restlessly, as he does, peering into nooks and crannies, opening cupboards and drawers and generally rummaging in his never-ending search for useful stuff. He never thought he would miss Elpis as much as he does. At least there loot containers had the decency to look like loot containers. Here, there's nothing to call attention to potential useful contraband.
He's not coming up with a lot. A few knick-knacks, some odds and ends, but nothing particularly useful. He's shifting through a pile of books, only half hoping that there might be even one that's not damaged beyond legibility, he's not having great luck, but the process of moving the books around does reveal something legible scribbled onto the wall behind them. Curious, he moves aside more books, stacking them carefully despite their decrepit state, to reveal the rest of the graffiti.
"Hey, come look at this!"