Gonna Burn This Theater Down

by **Gemma Sloan** » Mon Mar 09, 2015 8:04 am

After a fruitless afternoon of poking around, Gemma and Trev had ended up sheltering in the remains of an abandoned theater. The roof had a skylight courtesy of a series of trees that had cracked enough of the ceiling to drop a huge chunk onto the middle center section. While Trev poked around in the dressing rooms and the other places she couldn't squeeze into, Gemma perched on-stage, looking out the 'skylight' at the darkening sky.

When are you going to tell him?

When we know for certain.

Well, I'm positive that's what it is.

Only fools are positive.

Are you sure about that?

Positive.

by **Narrator** » Fri Mar 13, 2015 1:56 pm

A shadow in the balcony shifts ever so slightly.

by **Gemma Sloan** » Fri Mar 13, 2015 2:00 pm

Gemma's gaze, like that of any good cat-like beast, is drawn to the movement and the orange veins in her rocky hide start glowing brighter.

by **Narrator** » Fri Mar 13, 2015 2:22 pm

Whatever had moved is now concealed one more. Gemma likely can't help but feel watched.

by **Gemma Sloan** » Fri Mar 13, 2015 2:25 pm

"I don't take kindly to being spied on," she rumbled. "If you're here peaceably, then this won't get nasty."

by **Narrator** » Fri Mar 13, 2015 2:31 pm

"I could say much the same to you," a male voice responds, using the echoing theater to mask his precise location.

by **Gemma Sloan** » Fri Mar 13, 2015 2:33 pm

"I'm here to find information and maybe supplies or some of my friends, nothing more," she said, deciding to leave Trev's existence out of this for the moment.

by **Narrator** » Fri Mar 13, 2015 2:51 pm

"Friends?" he asks suspiciously.

by **Gemma Sloan** » Fri Mar 13, 2015 2:54 pm

"Old colleagues. I've heard some of them may be here in the city since their school went silent."

by **Narrator** » Fri Mar 13, 2015 3:36 pm

"What school?"

by **Gemma Sloan** » Fri Mar 13, 2015 3:38 pm

"The one in Maldon, the only one that would make a difference right now." Her wings flared into fiery life, "But enough about me, let's talk about you."

by **Narrator** » Fri Mar 13, 2015 3:53 pm

"... those wings..." the voice mutters quietly.

"First your name."

by **Gemma Sloan** » Fri Mar 13, 2015 4:01 pm

Her eyes narrowed, "Gemma. Gemma Anderson."

by **Narrator** » Fri Mar 13, 2015 7:08 pm

The voice laughs, full of a manic sort of relief.

by **Gemma Sloan** » Fri Mar 13, 2015 7:17 pm

"Your name. Now," she said sternly.

by **Graham Jaeger** » Fri Mar 13, 2015 8:03 pm

A man stepped into the light. He had a bow at his side and was clad in a ragged red cloak that could easily have been a piece of theater curtain. He was too dirty to age effectively.

"Jaeger."

by **Gemma Sloan** » Fri Mar 13, 2015 8:12 pm

"The elk boy," she said, eyeing him. "You've seen better days."

by **Graham Jaeger** » Fri Mar 13, 2015 8:48 pm

"Better dirty than dead."

by **Gemma Sloan** » Fri Mar 13, 2015 8:52 pm

"Granted," she said, settling slightly though her wings were still aflame. "Are you the only one in the city?"

by **Graham Jaeger** » Sat Mar 14, 2015 2:27 pm

"You're the first familiar person I've seen in a very long time."

by **Gemma Sloan** » Sat Mar 14, 2015 3:02 pm

"But you've seen people," she commented.

by **Graham Jaeger** » Sat Mar 14, 2015 3:08 pm

"Oh, just anyone? Others are around, here and there."

by **Gemma Sloan** » Sat Mar 14, 2015 3:18 pm

"Well, we were hoping to find people here from the school. You're a good start."

by **Graham Jaeger** » Sat Mar 14, 2015 3:34 pm

"I never thought about tracking him or her down but they say a Seer operates out of somewhere east of here. If anyone can help you, they can."

by **Gemma Sloan** » Sat Mar 14, 2015 3:59 pm

"We'd heard similar rumors, but no specific location other than 'London' and it's a big place."

by **Graham Jaeger** » Sat Mar 14, 2015 7:05 pm

"You're in luck. I'm no Seer, but I'm quite good at finding people myself. Though it's usually to put an arrow in them."

by **Gemma Sloan** » Sat Mar 14, 2015 7:14 pm

"I usually light them on fire myself. That tends to deter most people."

by **Graham Jaeger** » Sat Mar 14, 2015 7:36 pm

"So does just being a giant burning fuck-off beast."

by **Gemma Sloan** » Sat Mar 14, 2015 8:19 pm

"You'd be surprised. Some people think they can take me. They can't, but they think they can."

by **Graham Jaeger** » Sat Mar 14, 2015 8:41 pm

"The 'warlord's best minion' types right?"

by **Gemma Sloan** » Sat Mar 14, 2015 8:58 pm

"The last group were a bunch of scavengers. I don't know what they were thinking."

by **Graham Jaeger** » Sun Mar 15, 2015 3:22 pm

"They were stupid people who thought it easier to take from others than to live off the land."

by **Gemma Sloan** » Sun Mar 15, 2015 3:38 pm

"Not everyone was prepared to live off the land when things went bad."

by **Graham Jaeger** » Sun Mar 15, 2015 7:14 pm

"That doesn't excuse not trying," he said, more to himself than to her.

by **Gemma Sloan** » Sun Mar 15, 2015 7:24 pm

She shrugged, "Not everyone was cut out for it. A lot of people living in the cities just didn't know any other way when things collapsed. But I'm not here to argue philosophy of survival. You think you can find some of the people we're looking for?"

by **Graham Jaeger** » Sun Mar 15, 2015 8:18 pm

"I believe I can, but who's we?"

by **Gemma Sloan** » Sun Mar 15, 2015 8:31 pm

"My husband's poking around backstage, looking for supplies."

by **Graham Jaeger** » Sun Mar 15, 2015 8:58 pm

"Anderson... the loud guy right?"

by **Gemma Sloan** » Sun Mar 15, 2015 9:03 pm

"That's one way of putting it. Yeah, that's him."

by **Graham Jaeger** » Mon Mar 16, 2015 2:28 pm

"He won't find much. This area's been pretty thoroughly scavenged."

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