[ Food is, unfortunately, a little harder to come by than usual, but Ephemera still makes his rounds at the safehouse. He shows up with groceries for the newbies, he does his part. Drops off the food, gives everyone a good once-over in case he recognizes any of the new faces, and answers the questions that he can.
Things have gone strange again. The city's different. Even so, he's used to war zones. This isn't all that different, in the end.
He tips his head to the side at the question, eying the glass. Hmm. ]
The 27th. When the new IDs come in. After that, you can do whatever you want.
[ His voice is low, rough. Smoke inhalation did a number on his lungs about the same time his face got fucked up. He's got a hood pulled up, shielding the worst of the mess, but there's no hiding the damage. ]
afraid they won't let me back out
Things have gone strange again. The city's different. Even so, he's used to war zones. This isn't all that different, in the end.
He tips his head to the side at the question, eying the glass. Hmm. ]
The 27th. When the new IDs come in. After that, you can do whatever you want.
[ His voice is low, rough. Smoke inhalation did a number on his lungs about the same time his face got fucked up. He's got a hood pulled up, shielding the worst of the mess, but there's no hiding the damage. ]