@ryderxaeron
Heading to the Clubhouse, Seth has a list tinkering in his head of the things that he needs to get done before too long. With hurricane season still in full swing and no signs of letting up, Seth’s been working on stocking them up for the rest of the happenings until November. He’s been making sure there are shutters for every Clubhouse entrance and window, the generator has been inspected, and finally, he’s got a whole mess of non-perishables, in case they end up with a storm like last time. Seth’s certainly not going to test the theory that everything wrong that can happen, will happen, because in his mind— it’s law. Today was grocery day, trying to get the back-up food stocked up from the remains of the last storm where they had a number of people stay for quite a while in the Clubhouse. So while he ticks off the list in his head, he’s carrying a few bags from the supermarket, calling out as soon as he’s inside. “Hey, you, get your ass out to my car and bring in some of this shit,” he commands Ryder. “Got shit for the back stock and I ain’t got all day.”









