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capeandcowllogs2013-09-02 07:30 pm
remarkablyspry) wrote in capeandcowllogs2013-09-02 07:30 pm
holidayroad.mp3
WHO: Just a whole mess of people
WHERE: Atlanta to City, in any small number of Superbuses along the way
WHEN: 8/31 - 9/2
WARNINGS: idk i'm sure confined spaces with awful smells can get to a person after a while. I ALSO DON'T FRICKIN KNOW PRECISE BUS ROUTE TIMES AND JUNK IT'S A PRETEND GAME
SUMMARY: freshly dumped from Vulcanus vidya games, ImPorts take the trek back to the City on the esteemed bus lines
FORMAT: Whatever your heart desires
Public transportation is a marvelous thing. This particular Earth may not be the most advanced of any dimension, but it was well on its way and certainly knew how to move people along. Whether or not it was pleasant was rather subjective...yet even the most optimistic of persons would no doubt find the long trip from Atlanta to City rather taxing.
Fortunately, not all climbing onto that bus route started at the same spot. Some had a mercifully smaller ride time...but still had to sit through a two-hour layover in D.C. and a minor breakdown on the highway outside of some tiny New York town so close, but still so far away.
Steve was there for all of it, for better or worse. It certainly was...educational, to say the least!
WHERE: Atlanta to City, in any small number of Superbuses along the way
WHEN: 8/31 - 9/2
WARNINGS: idk i'm sure confined spaces with awful smells can get to a person after a while. I ALSO DON'T FRICKIN KNOW PRECISE BUS ROUTE TIMES AND JUNK IT'S A PRETEND GAME
SUMMARY: freshly dumped from Vulcanus vidya games, ImPorts take the trek back to the City on the esteemed bus lines
FORMAT: Whatever your heart desires
Public transportation is a marvelous thing. This particular Earth may not be the most advanced of any dimension, but it was well on its way and certainly knew how to move people along. Whether or not it was pleasant was rather subjective...yet even the most optimistic of persons would no doubt find the long trip from Atlanta to City rather taxing.
Fortunately, not all climbing onto that bus route started at the same spot. Some had a mercifully smaller ride time...but still had to sit through a two-hour layover in D.C. and a minor breakdown on the highway outside of some tiny New York town so close, but still so far away.
Steve was there for all of it, for better or worse. It certainly was...educational, to say the least!
OPEN
nearly twenty-three hours later, she's sitting in the bus station, waiting to be called to board. she bought herself long, black opera gloves to hide the bandages. she can't heal as quickly without blood, where's she supposed to get that? just biting the most convenient passerby? that doesn't strike her as terribly wise. even worse, she can feel the hunger coming on as her powers come back little by little, but not enough. the threads are faint, but she has trouble pulling them, especially with her hands in their current state. hence the bus, as she couldn't justify the expense of plane, or even a train.
she stands by the book rack in one of the station's shops, picking through to find anything she might like, wincing every now and then as she closes her hands around each one. there's always at the end of my rope, but she already has a copy at home. she likes the ending well enough, but the whole thing just feels tamer than the previous two installments.
decisions, decisions. ]