Heliodor: This doesn't make me feel anymore relaxed. Anything else I could try?
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.(Nowhere, Middle of: August...something or other, Year whatever, High Noon because it's always noon here)
-The sandstorm that was predicted to hit is in full blast. One could barely see past their own nose if they unlucky enough to be caught outside in the blistering winds and choking sands whipping around them. Everyone has boarded themselves up inside their houses to avoid both the maelstrom of sand and the lupine horrors that are said to visit upon them tonight-
-Omar Makkar Al-Rashid has holed himself up in his makeshift camp, which seems to have transformed itself into a miniature underground bunker by this point. He's got the supplies, he's got the training, he placed all manner of traps around the city, now all he has to do is wait. It was a mistake for these savage beasts to assault a land that was arguably was more home to him than the beautiful port city of Turfan, thought Omar, as he spent his time in contemplation and quiet preparation for the oncoming struggle. Though it was arguably not his fight nor concern, Omar was fully prepared to fight and destroy these Dogface wannabes with all his strength, if only to prove that even as a lowly Muyib that he had what it took to be a Hassassin-
-...Asagi Asagiri had no such high hopes nor aspirations, and is currently holed up in the saloon since she found being in her room while waiting out the storm to be too depressing. She's also feeling too melancholy to drink, so she's just sitting there slowly eating one of the poor-tasting sandwiches one of the cooks threw out to her before high-tailing it out of there-
-Either way, this would likely be a day to remember for the poor citizens of Nowhere. Whether it by their salvation from ruin by a handful of strange offworlders, or by evisceration by the wrath of nature and the fanatical youths backed by immaterial might is now to be seen-
edited 13th Aug '16 9:23:58 AM by Raidouthe21st
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)-*Alongside the exiled 101 vault dweller, Roy's sleeping alright in same rented room he used since the beginning of his stay in the Middle of Nowhere. No longer is he suffering from the ordeal and blunder in the rescue. Occasionally, he sleep talks, mostly in corporate Jakobs slogans.*
-*Even in the future, you can't escape the advertisements.*
edited 13th Aug '16 9:38:56 AM by MrKirb
Eires Nada sat in a booth at The End of the Line and cleaned her revolver. Her suit had been carefully tarped outside to block out the worst of the storm, but still leave the vehicle accessible for when it was needed. She was in deep focus as she disassembled the gun, carefully inspected it, and put it back together after making sure it was in good condition.
She's managed to find a radio and some somewhat heavy stuff
is playing.
Heliodor: (is nervously sipping lemonade as the storm rages on). If anyone needs anything from somewhere else in this town I can get it for them.
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.

Asagi: There's a reason why people drink this kind of stuff when it tastes so bad. >.>
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)