Town Hall, Sunday Noon
Sunday, December 17th, 2017 03:42 pmTamsin smelled like the sea. No, she didn't want to tell anyone why. It was embarrassing enough.
She hadn't used the radio system to spread the news this time - she had a feeling the newcomers would know to listen for that. Instead, she'd banked on none of them having working phones anymore, and put a message out on the local messageboards.
And the Discord. There was always the Discord.
Now she was waiting none-too-patiently for people to show up.
[[ ocd up! ]]
She hadn't used the radio system to spread the news this time - she had a feeling the newcomers would know to listen for that. Instead, she'd banked on none of them having working phones anymore, and put a message out on the local messageboards.
And the Discord. There was always the Discord.
Now she was waiting none-too-patiently for people to show up.
[[ ocd up! ]]