This time of year, this winter-darkness-icy time of year, as all the veterans of Taxon will tell the newcomers, is never a good time of year.
Cain's first post-Annual's End* winter, they got hit by a zombie invasion. Last winter, it was ghostly sightings escalating into what you Othersiders might call a sci-fi/horror dreamscape, complete with an alternate reality and homicidal Extras wearing the faces of those you've left behind.
This year seems benign enough, which is why Wyatt isn't buying it for one godsbedamned second.
Mid-morning, he's packing a suitcase (for spare clothes including scarves and hats and thermal-under-whatsits), and a duffel bag full of perishables. Then he gives Paul a call, just as a heads up. "I don't trust this damn weather," is the first thing out of his mouth when Paul picks up. "It's only gonna get worse from here, I can feel it. I'm coming over."
[9th - in which Cain says ffff this weather]
Cain's first post-Annual's End* winter, they got hit by a zombie invasion. Last winter, it was ghostly sightings escalating into what you Othersiders might call a sci-fi/horror dreamscape, complete with an alternate reality and homicidal Extras wearing the faces of those you've left behind.
This year seems benign enough, which is why Wyatt isn't buying it for one godsbedamned second.
Mid-morning, he's packing a suitcase (for spare clothes including scarves and hats and thermal-under-whatsits), and a duffel bag full of perishables. Then he gives Paul a call, just as a heads up. "I don't trust this damn weather," is the first thing out of his mouth when Paul picks up. "It's only gonna get worse from here, I can feel it. I'm coming over."
And he's bringing his shotgun.