May. 24th, 2020

lonesome_moonflower: (startled)
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Wormwood barrels through the door of the Sterling Trough Deli and yanks it shut behind them, cutting off a chorus of screeching and flapping noises from outside. They lean heavily against the door for a long moment, collecting themself. Maybe if they just stay in here long enough, the city guards will take out the bats...? They have a machete in one hand that's certainly capable of slicing up one of the leathery monsters, but not without getting close enough for it to return the favour with its claws.

Eventually the plant-person looks up, and they see that while they've stepped into some kind of eatery it's not the cozy takeaway run by Ms. Melbourne and the porcine proprietor in question is nowhere to be found. In fact there's no one behind the counter at all.

This place looks a little bit familiar. Wormwood had thought it was a dream, how they walked into a Swinesbury shop and found a vast interior filled with creatures their own shape and size but made of flesh and blood like the pigs. (One of those creatures shouted in their face and thrust a weird box into their hands, but dreams are like that sometimes.) For that matter, maybe it was a dream then, but the kind of dream that comes true later. In any case, they're here now, and they might even be able to buy something to eat while they wait out the bats.