-With the alarm going off-
-Nearly every one in the town is now boarding up there houses and shit, from the speed at which they are reacting, this is definatly not there first rodeo-
-Inside, the bartender just looks about as deadpan as ever and she sighs-
Bartender: Your train MIIIGHT be delayed tough, that siren means the weather sats have picked up a massive dustball moving across the desert....
And there is no chance for it missing.
You guys are probaly going to want to get your shit in order before it hits.
-Aura gives asagi 3 coins-
Aura: I would give you the other two but I still got damages to pay for.....
-She also looks to be in a bit of pain with her ears-
edited 3rd Aug '16 4:16:08 PM by Imca
-B312 looks around and watches the town, like a well oiled machine, batten down the hatches-
-He returns indoors, not having heard the bartender-
-In the midst of her freakout-
-Naomi checks the weather station-
-And stops freaking out-
Naomi: ...Oh.
That's... that's what's happening.
-She immediately begins packing up shop as quickly as she can-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Hastur looks around and then a thought comes to his mind.
Hastur: Shit! Mooffaloes!
He rushes towards the herd, turning his hands, legs and most of the body into a mass of tendrils to slither faster, then tries to drive local cattle into the yarn by using tentacles as whips - so much whips would be enough to outfit a whole posse of cowhands. Guess the cows are frightened enough by seeing a mass of tendrils even without need to lash 'em good, though.
-The bartender points to Naiomis weather chanle-
Bartender: Even before this one hits, it is going to cut off our access to Snowpoint.... and the direct line to The Ice Feilds is not safe.
I wonder how the mayor is gonna handle this mess, because there is no way our water suplies can stay filled through that.
-B312 thinks very quickly-
-They need money to get off-world-
-There is a way to get off world-
-The town's water is going to run out - even if they don't get paid they'd dehydrate like the rest-
-Lightbulb.-
B312: -to the Bartender- Where's the mayor's office, and how far are the Ice Fields in what direction?
edited 3rd Aug '16 4:31:11 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

"Man, Erik would be pissed if he saw what I was doing"
Einar starts looking around and walking as the alarm erupts.
"Wonder what storm this is signaling"