Norbert had to admit, he'd harboured concerns that Trinity wouldn't really grasp what he was doing and would think he was just a bit of a crazy person. He'd kept everything brief as they'd walked along together, her matching his pace (gosh he was glad that she didn't move too fast), running down the...

Oh huh that was neat. Creative. Messages weren't something that had been on Connie's radar on account of the supply situation, but Kelsey looked to have found a way around it. Small scale though. Scale would be the problem there. Effort vs. reward to leave something noticable, especially if she want...

((Norbert from Recycle )) Man, Norbert's hands were cold. In retrospect, he could have made some charcoal, probably, but that would have made the writing extremely obvious. They'd still likely be able to tell he was up to something. Drawing some decoy patterns in the snow was a fun distraction, but ...

Connie's head slowly scanned its way to the side, tracing Kelsey's movement. She was willing to leave her weapon off to the side. Confident, or trusting. Connie wondered if there was going to be a quickdraw, a gun whipped from a holster taking her out like a western. She'd like to think she'd react....

...and response. Norbert couldn't help a smile from breaking out over his face. Hope aside, he wasn't certain that Trinity would take him up on it. Finally, something tangible and real. He owed the crashed plane an apology; it had given him some progress after all. "Great! Great. Hold on a sec....

Kelsey was engaging with her and Connie was surprised by how gratifying it was. Ah. Alright. Maybe that initial kick had worn off much faster than she'd thought. It'd been a long while since talking about Olive. Flipside: last time she'd spoken with anyone didn't really count as a conversation. She'...

Ooh she looks fabulous!

I said, but it bears repeating that these are super nice!

"Go on. Go." Prii wasn't sure they even managed to say the words. It certainly wasn't enough to convey even a fraction of their meaning. They wanted to thank Amy for spending this time with them, and for trying to do what she could. They wanted to tell her she shouldn't blame herself for t...

Prii held on grimly. It was all they had. Not enough strength to drag her down. No weapon to strike out at her. A tight smile stretched across their face. Oh, Amy. Still trying her best. If only that would work. Mandy was scrabbling for something, snarling. Prii couldn't turn themself enough to try ...

Why... why was this...? Amy. Amy was trying to help. Mandy—was that even her name? Maybe the lie ran much deeper—was already swiping at her. They had to—shifting caused them to choke out a cry. They'd fumbled their gun. Couldn't spare the motion to look around for it. Prii gritted their teeth. With ...

Prii knew the... body would be out there somewhere. Running across it... her, like this, though? God. Getting shot like that. There was a crater in place of Mariya's torso. Had Josh just decided to do this, but not to Amy? They wanted so badly for it to make sense, but maybe attempting to find logic...

Amy seemed preoccupied with the bloodstains on Mandy's jacket, which made Prii feel even more that they should ensure she had something else. They drew up to a halt, shrugged off their pack, the coat, and had the sweater vest off in a trice. Almost as swiftly, Prii replaced everything. With just a c...

Whar happened? That was the question Prii felt they should ask and couldn't bring themself to speak. It gnawed at them uncomfortably. They didn't know how they could possibly broach the topic. How could they drag a dreadful experience back into the light like that? People would get upset and it wou...

((Prii continued from Guilt )) The three of them moved along the trail together. The announcements had put paid to the idea of a reunion with Mariya, and Prii was struggling to let that go. It seemed so wrong that they lost their chance so soon, and even this far after the fact, it all kept spinning...