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fandomtownies2014-06-01 01:06 am
14andseven) wrote in fandomtownies2014-06-01 01:06 am
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The streets of Fandom, Saturday night
. . . So Roland maybe could have thought through the whole "moving out of the ill-kept mad scientist mansion" thing a little more. It wasn't exactly cold out or anything, and it wasn't currently raining, but wandering the streets all day with his duffel and his guitar and the harp strapped on his back was giving him flashbacks to wandering through the Dark Adept's world, and he kept half expecting to turn a corner and be menaced by a cannibalistic giant.
At least that world had had a friendly -- albeit terrifying -- bear family to take him in. And the creepy vampire elves. Who would have ended up killing him.
Right, so Fandom was definitely better than the world of Darkness. That didn't change the fact that he didn't have anywhere to crash, tonight.
The harp let out a soft, mournful, minor key scale, sustaining the last note like a whine.
"Oh, shut up. It's not like you're going to go hungry."
At least that world had had a friendly -- albeit terrifying -- bear family to take him in. And the creepy vampire elves. Who would have ended up killing him.
Right, so Fandom was definitely better than the world of Darkness. That didn't change the fact that he didn't have anywhere to crash, tonight.
The harp let out a soft, mournful, minor key scale, sustaining the last note like a whine.
"Oh, shut up. It's not like you're going to go hungry."