Dr. Rebecca Holiday (
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She's basically lost
Characters: Doc Holiday and everyone
When: January 18th-19th
Where: Her own room, 404, or around the apartments
Rating: G/PG
Summary: The Doc is about as settled in as she's going to get, so come bug her or let her come bug you.
This city was crazy. What they were telling her was crazy. She desperately wanted to find out what had happened back home, but she had mostly resigned herself to the fact that she was dead and this was some strange hell she was in. Likely for Beverly.
Or maybe they were all right and she was here just like them until the spirits decided to send her back. But what would she go back to? Would she still just die and lose everything anyway? Holiday sighed.
She can think about that at night when she tried to sleep. For now, she had to focus on getting by from day to day then get to bigger things.
Like Credinta.
When: January 18th-19th
Where: Her own room, 404, or around the apartments
Rating: G/PG
Summary: The Doc is about as settled in as she's going to get, so come bug her or let her come bug you.
This city was crazy. What they were telling her was crazy. She desperately wanted to find out what had happened back home, but she had mostly resigned herself to the fact that she was dead and this was some strange hell she was in. Likely for Beverly.
Or maybe they were all right and she was here just like them until the spirits decided to send her back. But what would she go back to? Would she still just die and lose everything anyway? Holiday sighed.
She can think about that at night when she tried to sleep. For now, she had to focus on getting by from day to day then get to bigger things.
Like Credinta.
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Things were different now. Though their main supplier was gone, certain residents of Nesreca had become rather good at sneaking in and out of Credinta, smuggling with them all of the basic supplies their small population needed... plus a few luxuries that they probably didn't.
On Saturday Yukio climbed the two flights to Rebecca's room and knocked on the door, a small box in his hands. A tall boy, he wore a long black coat and a friendly smile. Never mind the mismatched pistols at his back. They weren't exactly necessary in the apartments, but he didn't like to be without them.
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Might as well, since it's right next door.
Raven is dressed in her usual blue-concealing cloak, with deep cowl. Underneath, although it won't be easily seen, is an over-sized, slightly old, black coat. She's gotten used enough to the winters here.]
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But he wasn't the type to go around door to door asking. That was someone else from his world, but certainly not him. Rather, he's the type to awkwardly ask. And for that to happen, there's definitely an accidental bump in required.
And as such, he's making his way up the fourth flight of stairs toward his room at the end of the hall. He's got a bag of some canned non-perishables with him, enough to last a couple of people for a bit. If he's noticed the name on the door neighboring his, he hasn't gone out of his way make that known. Yet.
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