[rp blog]

[There is a dog in the basement. It's massive, maybe part wolf, though visibly some kind of mutt. From a distance, it'd maybe be up to Vern's shoulders. It's frail, grimy, gray-muzzled, but its eyes hold a sharp, aggressive intelligence.]

*Vern thinks nothing of it. He hears the wheezing, but he doesn’t think anything of it. Must be a habit of his.*

*Vern sighs deeply to himself and opens the door carefully, keeping himself low and quiet.*

[A dog observes from a distance.]

The rep fumbles with the dusty contents of their desk, procuring a paper plate from some loose drawer. They lean over in their seat to dig around in the fridge, pulling out a 1lb bag of prosciutto.

[The dog eyes the rep cautiously, trying to decide whether or not this is some kind of cruel trick. It sniffs at the plate and licks its lips, deciding that the food smells alright.]

[A dog observes from a distance.]

[There is a dog in the basement. It's massive, maybe part wolf, though visibly some kind of mutt. From a distance, it'd maybe be up to Vern's shoulders. It's frail, grimy, gray-muzzled, but its eyes hold a sharp, aggressive intelligence.]

*Vern thinks nothing of it. He hears the wheezing, but he doesn’t think anything of it. Must be a habit of his.*

[There is a dog in the basement. It's massive, maybe part wolf, though visibly some kind of mutt. From a distance, it'd maybe be up to Vern's shoulders. It's frail, grimy, gray-muzzled, but its eyes hold a sharp, aggressive intelligence.]

[@horrorosha barges in like it lives here, holding a dead deer by the neck.]

[It comes over to ruffle Lucerna's hair idly.] Yeah. And just... seeing how things are doing. [It sighs wearily.] Sorry I haven't stopped by in a while. I...

N-no, nothing to apologize for! I haven’t really b-been . . . all th-that available, haha. She doesn’t shy away from the physical contact, though she does seem ever so slightly surprised by it.

I don't.

Her expression falls for a second but she puts a smile back on - though not quite as bright as before. N-none yet, unfortunately. They’ll be back soon th-though I bet.

[The Horror gives Lucerna a flat, disbelieving look. It wants to be hopeful, but at some point hope turns into denial.]

She nods, then pauses for a moment. . . . I-i’d know if Spook was . . . j-just trust me. I’d kn-know. Lucerna’s eyes flick over to her desk for a second, in particular towards one of the drawers.

Alright.

G-go right ahead, I c-can clean it up after! She smiles warmly.

[Horror looks over at the door, staring unblinkingly at it as it makes an incision across the back of the deer's hind legs with practiced ease.]

She seems a little startled, and she glances over at the door. It almost seems like she breathes a sigh of relief when she sees that it’s closed.

What's inside?

[There is a dog of some sort wandering around - though, it's massive, some kind of wolfdog mutt, maybe. It stands around, wheezing softly, gray-muzzled, filthy, and frail-looking, but with a sharp intelligence and hunger in its eyes.]

[@horrorosha barges in like it lives here, holding a dead deer by the neck.]

[It comes over to ruffle Lucerna's hair idly.] Yeah. And just... seeing how things are doing. [It sighs wearily.] Sorry I haven't stopped by in a while. I...

N-no, nothing to apologize for! I haven’t really b-been . . . all th-that available, haha. She doesn’t shy away from the physical contact, though she does seem ever so slightly surprised by it.

I don't.

Her expression falls for a second but she puts a smile back on - though not quite as bright as before. N-none yet, unfortunately. They’ll be back soon th-though I bet.

[The Horror gives Lucerna a flat, disbelieving look. It wants to be hopeful, but at some point hope turns into denial.]

She nods, then pauses for a moment. . . . I-i’d know if Spook was . . . j-just trust me. I’d kn-know. Lucerna’s eyes flick over to her desk for a second, in particular towards one of the drawers.

Alright.

G-go right ahead, I c-can clean it up after! She smiles warmly.

[Horror looks over at the door, staring unblinkingly at it as it makes an incision across the back of the deer's hind legs with practiced ease.]

[@horrorosha barges in like it lives here, holding a dead deer by the neck.]

[It comes over to ruffle Lucerna's hair idly.] Yeah. And just... seeing how things are doing. [It sighs wearily.] Sorry I haven't stopped by in a while. I...

N-no, nothing to apologize for! I haven’t really b-been . . . all th-that available, haha. She doesn’t shy away from the physical contact, though she does seem ever so slightly surprised by it.

I don't.

Her expression falls for a second but she puts a smile back on - though not quite as bright as before. N-none yet, unfortunately. They’ll be back soon th-though I bet.

[The Horror gives Lucerna a flat, disbelieving look. It wants to be hopeful, but at some point hope turns into denial.]

She nods, then pauses for a moment. . . . I-i’d know if Spook was . . . j-just trust me. I’d kn-know. Lucerna’s eyes flick over to her desk for a second, in particular towards one of the drawers.

Alright.

[@horrorosha barges in like it lives here, holding a dead deer by the neck.]

[It comes over to ruffle Lucerna's hair idly.] Yeah. And just... seeing how things are doing. [It sighs wearily.] Sorry I haven't stopped by in a while. I...

N-no, nothing to apologize for! I haven’t really b-been . . . all th-that available, haha. She doesn’t shy away from the physical contact, though she does seem ever so slightly surprised by it.

I don't.

Her expression falls for a second but she puts a smile back on - though not quite as bright as before. N-none yet, unfortunately. They’ll be back soon th-though I bet.

[The Horror gives Lucerna a flat, disbelieving look. It wants to be hopeful, but at some point hope turns into denial.]

[@horrorosha barges in like it lives here, holding a dead deer by the neck.]

[It comes over to ruffle Lucerna's hair idly.] Yeah. And just... seeing how things are doing. [It sighs wearily.] Sorry I haven't stopped by in a while. I...

N-no, nothing to apologize for! I haven’t really b-been . . . all th-that available, haha. She doesn’t shy away from the physical contact, though she does seem ever so slightly surprised by it.

I don't.

[@horrorosha barges in like it lives here, holding a dead deer by the neck.]

[It comes over to ruffle Lucerna's hair idly.] Yeah. And just... seeing how things are doing. [It sighs wearily.] Sorry I haven't stopped by in a while. I...

Lucerna knocks on the door to the department, then quickly brushes imagined wrinkles out of her skirt and adjusts her posture. She has a somewhat large box set next to her that she picks up with some heft.

She smiles warmly and waddles in with the box. Lucerna carries it over to the best place to put it before setting it down with a light thump.

Well, the gift is appreciated.

"Explorer," the stranger echoes upon being told their nickname.

Thank you, dear. I appreciate it.

[A short, stout person, with sickly pale skin and graying hair, staggers towards Ingo. Their face is contorted in a nervous grimace.] - @horrorosha

I believe I can - or at least, I can find someone who knows where a doctor is. You seem unable to walk, might I offer my assistance?

[The person shows no suspicion nor surprise, and smiles up at Ingo gratefully.]

*Something about the wording... makes Ingo feel off*