2013-03-29

02 || River Tam || Day 55

The air tastes strange. [ River knows the video is on but she's not looking at it, allowing instead for the broadcast to show the hallway of house seventeen in the waning afternoon light.

An arm reaches out and a door swings open to a bedroom. Bed rumpled and several books scattered around but otherwise empty.


They took him and she doesn't know when. They took a note, the whole song is wrong now.

[ River sounds exhausted. ]

The air tastes strange. All the notes should be careful and keep themselves in tune.

video

Considering how much people seem to be disappearing, I think we should put together a public record of who's living here, and what they look like. Anyone who wants, pick a time. I'll come draw you and jot down some information.

I think we could leave this book in the library, but I'll take suggestions.

[ OoC: Respond here ICly, here OoCly, please! ]