008 [Action/Voice]

[fabrecation]

[Luke had been trying to get back to House 5, but it's awfully hard to do so with a sudden crowd of people. There's a whole slew of sounds coming from the journal as if Luke's right in the middle of the crowd, along with Luke himself switching between trying to be polite and being outright indignant about being pushed through a sea of people. One can hear him saying "Excuse me" and "Sorry", along with "HEY" and "WATCH IT, YOU JERK".

Eventually, though, the noises fade as Luke escapes and slides down the wall of a house that he decided to take refuge behind. With a loud sigh, Luke straightens his jacket and speaks to the journal, ignoring the light pain in his abdomen from his still healing wound.]

What a pain...

Guy, Asch, Natalia, I don't think I can make it back to the house. I'll just camp out or something, okay?

[Maybe he can find some marshmallows and make some awesome smores or something. Away from the sudden crowd.]

Comments

[freedomofscore.livejournal.com]

[Spotting. Lost Fon Fabre.] Do you need assistance, Luke?

[fabrecation]

[Thankfully, Luke has no idea you die yet, otherwise there'd be a lot more flailing going on. Instead, he looks up at him with mild confusion.]

Frings? When did you get here?

[freedomofscore.livejournal.com]

[This is good, because Frings would rather not explain it either, especially given he just remembered coming from Luceti.] Only quite recently, actually. You're the first familiar face I've seen today.