At first Fitz wonders why news of a bit of rain is causing so much activity. Then he remembers reading about the previous flood and flails around a little bit for something he can do to help. Things look pretty set for manual labor around the Bonfire, he's not liking the idea of wandering too far, what can he do help? It finally occurs to him that maybe the best things to preserve are the records he's been fixated on since arriving, and since no one else seems to be working on the Town Hall, well...
He's just filled up one rucksack from the general store and is working on a valise when it starts. Fitz tilts his head to the right, squints, then looks over his shoulder. Somehow he'd expected a rushing torrent, but the rain hadn't started yet. He gets back to work, trying to keep things in order, but he's going too fast, aware that the rivers are coming faster.
When the rain starts he makes his way back to Invincible again, a bag on each arm and his lantern clutched to his chest. The squall seems to have it out for him in particular and he has to screw his eyes shut and grit his teeth to keep going. Are his feet leading him the right way? He cracks an eyes open and winces, closing it again from the pain.
"Hello?" he calls. "Can someone steer me to the inn, please?"
2 - April 20 - 27 - The Invincible
Fitz is trying - trying - to organize the archives again in the little space he's claimed for the project, but it's so hard to focus. There's one hand clamped hopelessly to his right ear from time to time, else he's in his room on the third story with the door open and his head wrapped in a thin pillow, staring out the window into the tempest gloom.
Later he's pacing the halls, a bit jumpy and agitated, hand going up to his ear and then dropping with a futile curse.
"Oh for Christ's sake, it's never going to stop, is it?"
3 - April 28 - 30
It does end, slowly. The rain and floods ebb, and so does the persistent sound of angry, rushing water in his ear. There's relief in that but also some fretting since he feels like he's missed a lot with his preoccupation.
"Do we know how the rest of town's fared?" he asks in the designated social room, very gently nursing a tiny ration of beer.
wildcard
[ catch him anywhere around North Beacon doing whatever, until the water gets too high. ]
Fitz Kreiner | OTA | will match format
At first Fitz wonders why news of a bit of rain is causing so much activity. Then he remembers reading about the previous flood and flails around a little bit for something he can do to help. Things look pretty set for manual labor around the Bonfire, he's not liking the idea of wandering too far, what can he do help? It finally occurs to him that maybe the best things to preserve are the records he's been fixated on since arriving, and since no one else seems to be working on the Town Hall, well...
He's just filled up one rucksack from the general store and is working on a valise when it starts. Fitz tilts his head to the right, squints, then looks over his shoulder. Somehow he'd expected a rushing torrent, but the rain hadn't started yet. He gets back to work, trying to keep things in order, but he's going too fast, aware that the rivers are coming faster.
When the rain starts he makes his way back to Invincible again, a bag on each arm and his lantern clutched to his chest. The squall seems to have it out for him in particular and he has to screw his eyes shut and grit his teeth to keep going. Are his feet leading him the right way? He cracks an eyes open and winces, closing it again from the pain.
"Hello?" he calls. "Can someone steer me to the inn, please?"
2 - April 20 - 27 - The Invincible
Fitz is trying - trying - to organize the archives again in the little space he's claimed for the project, but it's so hard to focus. There's one hand clamped hopelessly to his right ear from time to time, else he's in his room on the third story with the door open and his head wrapped in a thin pillow, staring out the window into the tempest gloom.
Later he's pacing the halls, a bit jumpy and agitated, hand going up to his ear and then dropping with a futile curse.
"Oh for Christ's sake, it's never going to stop, is it?"
3 - April 28 - 30
It does end, slowly. The rain and floods ebb, and so does the persistent sound of angry, rushing water in his ear. There's relief in that but also some fretting since he feels like he's missed a lot with his preoccupation.
"Do we know how the rest of town's fared?" he asks in the designated social room, very gently nursing a tiny ration of beer.
wildcard
[ catch him anywhere around North Beacon doing whatever, until the water gets too high. ]