[ This place survived a hell of a shootout, right? They owe it to Melanie to make sure it doesn't fall apart because of a little water.
Or even a lot of water. ]
Got it, yell if you need anything.
[ Because this really is a lot of water! Wolfwood wades into the nearly ankle-deep water to the back door, and starts cramming towels into the crack at the bottom. Most places had big solid doors, with flaps at the edges to keep the sand and dust out, but the orphanage he remembered could never afford things like that, and it seems like this place is the same. Handing a little kid a broom in the back hallway was a thousand times cheaper than buying anything to keep the dust out, which meant that the gap under the door -- big enough to stick his fingers through without touching the door or the floor -- was doing nothing to stop the flood waters rushing in.
He gets the towels crammed into the gap, but they're threadbare things, hardly more than rags. Already he can see the water seeping through them, and he swears under his breath. This isn't going to work.
New plan: grab Punisher and head upstairs, away from the flooding, and hope that the walls really are made of stone like he's always assumed, and not mud brick. ]
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Or even a lot of water. ]
Got it, yell if you need anything.
[ Because this really is a lot of water! Wolfwood wades into the nearly ankle-deep water to the back door, and starts cramming towels into the crack at the bottom. Most places had big solid doors, with flaps at the edges to keep the sand and dust out, but the orphanage he remembered could never afford things like that, and it seems like this place is the same. Handing a little kid a broom in the back hallway was a thousand times cheaper than buying anything to keep the dust out, which meant that the gap under the door -- big enough to stick his fingers through without touching the door or the floor -- was doing nothing to stop the flood waters rushing in.
He gets the towels crammed into the gap, but they're threadbare things, hardly more than rags. Already he can see the water seeping through them, and he swears under his breath. This isn't going to work.
New plan: grab Punisher and head upstairs, away from the flooding, and hope that the walls really are made of stone like he's always assumed, and not mud brick. ]
How's the roof looking?