#watching. taking.

[laertesthelocalstranger]

[Pandora had been lumbering her way towards some place. Some place that felt like home. Or something familiar, something safe. She can find others, and maybe this energy in her will be soothed.]

[She reached the cabin. It felt old, but at least this was something familiar. She began whining outside, circling the cabin as she tried to figure out what to do.]

(@vapor-web)

[Laertes freezes. He shouldn’t be in here. He shouldn’t be in here, and she knows it. She needs to move on. But…twenty minutes can’t hurt, can they?]

[Apparently, they can. Something is outside, and something big.]

[child-of-the-vast]

Hey Ori, I gotta get rid of a bunch of spider silk fabric. Is there anything you want to be made? Anything at all?

- Pandora (@vapor-web)

Uhh, I dunno. How melt-able is it? Although I guess something like a blanket would be nice? I’m not really sure..

[not-qualified-for-your-bull]

ooc: hey y’all gonna be on mini hiatus for a bit, I’ll try to keep up with existing threads, but probably won’t get into any new ones until last next week. Ty for the patience, and I’ll be back as soon as I can

[residentsofhollowville]

[Pandora stepped through the forest once again, weaving through the bear traps, walking past the trees she personally fell. She didn’t remember how far she walked for until she found the giant slab covering the crack in the clearing.]

[She crouched down by the slab once more, hesitating. Should she? Wouldn’t this be a bad idea? Not like she hasn’t made enough of them already. It was in her blood. She pushed the slab away and peered in.]

Hello?

[She could hear her own voice echo all the way down. Just a remnant of the real thing.]

(@vapor-web)

She hears thumping, a thousand hearts pulsing in tandem, a thousand pickaxes beating against the earth. She can almost see the bottom of this thing, and there's light down there, real light, but not the light of the sun.

Someone is stomping. Or perhaps many someones, their boots slamming into the ground one by one, making the walls shake and the ceiling crack and crumble.

Someone is singing.

Joshua fit the battle of Jericho, Jericho, Jericho, Joshua fit the battle of Jericho, and the walls came tumbling down...

[not-qualified-for-your-bull]

[Ren enters quietly, setting a pint of ice cream on Jon's bedside table as has become their habit.]

Afternoon.

@ren-cormander-archival-intern

“Hi. How many pints of this do you even have????” *they told him they had a lot, but it’s getting a bit absurd at this point. How could they or cass afford to buy so much? In this economy??*

[residentsofhollowville]

[After some mimicry shenanigans and some weird thoughts ever since she got up and left, Cass(?) arrived in Hollowvile. She assumed the first cabin hidden away in the woods was Marc’s and just knocked on it, mask hiding a smile that was just a bit too wide.]

(@vapor-web)

And, true enough, it was. He might not know her face or her name, but he'd know it was her if he were blind. He'd know her by the sound of creaking metal, the bitter scent of oil and rust that always lingers with him long after she's gone. He'd know her, and know that she's a friend.

"Welcome back, rust bucket. Why don't you head on in? I'm grilling for us."

[residentsofhollowville]

Hey Marc. Hope you and your hands are doing okay after everything. I’ve talked with most of the kids, other than Ellery.

Anyways, I wanna ask you something. Please, is it alright if I move in with you? It doesn’t feel right to be here anymore, not with what happened.

- Cassiopeia (don’t get attached to the name, I think I’m gonna change it pretty soon) (@vapor-web)

I'm gonna level with you, I could probably use the company. 'Specially with the gun gone. Too much time and not enough to do with it.

You get the chance to fix your face?