[ * A lone cowboy seems to be wandering the streets, looking for any inhabitants. Peeking in alleyways, knocking on doors… It’s awfully dark around here, he’s come to realize… He’s carrying a case of the Soda Fountain’s finest root beer under his arm, calling out in Shadowsax for… ghosts…?? ]
🎷🎵…? 🎶🎵? 🎵🎶🎵…?
[ * “Hellooooo…? Any ghosts around here? Friendly ghosts, preferably…? ]
@reeds-rodeo
[* Something about the set feels off.]
[* Every surface of the city block is engulfed in stark jet black, as if the darkness were part of the material of the buildings themselves.]
[* The place is clean, too, which means there must be someone here keeping it that way.]
[* The silence is broken by the familiar rough tone of a Zapper...]
"Heys."
"No ghosts aroun' heres, pal. Just us, see?"
[* The Zapper leans against the wall next to Reed, crossing their arms.]
"So... You's here ta hides like da others, or didja just get a lil curious? Either ways, ya welcome to stay a while, so long as ya don't got nothin' more important ya gotta be doin' right now."
(Sorry for being so late! I was doing so many other things that I couldn't get around to this!)