[ The dust and the strange, unchanging moon-filled sky had been bad enough without the rain. Not that Logan minds rain. At least it changes the smell of things, making some scents sharper, bringing out the breath of wildness in the dirt. But when it rains and keeps raining, rising to a dark flood that threatens to sweep him under, the only thing that can still (probably) kill him -- he gets a little antsy. When it starts turning to snow in places, it's worse.
Trying the radios hadn't worked to help him figure out where he was or, more to the point, when, but at least he got some time to drink. The burn of the cheap whiskey warms his skin as he prowls through the hallways, seeking some kind of answer to the questions that are stacking up about this place.
A voice brings him out of his thoughts. Familiar, from not long ago.
Logan heads towards it, down a few shallow metal steps that turn into a hallway. He spots her against a wall at the end of the corridor, pale and smelling of rain. ]
Hey. [ He lifts the hand not holding the mostly empty whiskey bottle. ] You ok?
I - does westerosi = english? or is she speaking a different language?
Trying the radios hadn't worked to help him figure out where he was or, more to the point, when, but at least he got some time to drink. The burn of the cheap whiskey warms his skin as he prowls through the hallways, seeking some kind of answer to the questions that are stacking up about this place.
A voice brings him out of his thoughts. Familiar, from not long ago.
Logan heads towards it, down a few shallow metal steps that turn into a hallway. He spots her against a wall at the end of the corridor, pale and smelling of rain. ]
Hey. [ He lifts the hand not holding the mostly empty whiskey bottle. ] You ok?