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Who: Lyra Belaqua, whoever comes to find her.
Where: Industrial District; Warehouse.
When: Right after this.
Rating: PG
Summary: Lyra and Pan have just arrived in Discedo, and have chosen a warehouse to take refuge in until they get their bearings. It's overrun with monsters, however, and they're hiding while waiitng for help.
the log:
"We should've never left Oxford," Pan whispered unhappily. "And now we're gonna get eaten by monster and nobody's going to know."
"Shush, Pan," Lyra answered, carefully undoing her warm and excessive furs with small, trembling fingers. "You're always saying things like that. But we did, and we gotta keep alive, okay?" Her daemon curled up on her lap, a dark ermine, a familiar shape that gave them both some comfort in the strange place. "We'll get outta here - they heard us over the communicator thingy, somebody will come get us. We won't get eaten up."
"Hope so," He answered, and they ceased to talk, instead commencing to fool with the foreign communicator once more. She spoke with optimism, but Lyra was unsure - it was a mystery, a bigger one than other, how and why they had gotten into this place. But maybe somebody would explain it, as much as she liked tracking down the answers to mysteries herself. Maybe somebody would help them. "
Where: Industrial District; Warehouse.
When: Right after this.
Rating: PG
Summary: Lyra and Pan have just arrived in Discedo, and have chosen a warehouse to take refuge in until they get their bearings. It's overrun with monsters, however, and they're hiding while waiitng for help.
the log:
"We should've never left Oxford," Pan whispered unhappily. "And now we're gonna get eaten by monster and nobody's going to know."
"Shush, Pan," Lyra answered, carefully undoing her warm and excessive furs with small, trembling fingers. "You're always saying things like that. But we did, and we gotta keep alive, okay?" Her daemon curled up on her lap, a dark ermine, a familiar shape that gave them both some comfort in the strange place. "We'll get outta here - they heard us over the communicator thingy, somebody will come get us. We won't get eaten up."
"Hope so," He answered, and they ceased to talk, instead commencing to fool with the foreign communicator once more. She spoke with optimism, but Lyra was unsure - it was a mystery, a bigger one than other, how and why they had gotten into this place. But maybe somebody would explain it, as much as she liked tracking down the answers to mysteries herself. Maybe somebody would help them. "