[ Why the hell...? Ah, it doesn't matter, so long as Livio's right. Back down the hall he goes, jumping over discarded toys and all the detritus of the earlier evacuation, to the kitchen pantry. And success! There's a hammer, among other tools, and a jar of nails that should be long enough to go through a door and into the window frame. ]
Found it!
[ Now to go rip some doors off their hinges, to cover the big windows in the kitchen. And soon -- it's dark as night outside, damn. The air doesn't smell like a sandstorm though, which is weird. It smells... cold? ]
There's something wrong about this storm. I don't like it.
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[ Why the hell...? Ah, it doesn't matter, so long as Livio's right. Back down the hall he goes, jumping over discarded toys and all the detritus of the earlier evacuation, to the kitchen pantry. And success! There's a hammer, among other tools, and a jar of nails that should be long enough to go through a door and into the window frame. ]
Found it!
[ Now to go rip some doors off their hinges, to cover the big windows in the kitchen. And soon -- it's dark as night outside, damn. The air doesn't smell like a sandstorm though, which is weird. It smells... cold? ]
There's something wrong about this storm. I don't like it.