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[sunbaked_baker]

It's just one thing after another. First there had been the earthquake, or whatever that had been, and then hours of helping the waitrats clean up the mess and debris from the kitchens. She, Ivanhoe and Holly had gone to check on the state of the cellars, but had found half of the cellars just... not there any more. Where there had been doors, there simply... weren't. It was a far more jarring discovery than the damage she had expected.

Even her dawn run wasn't safe from upsetting discovery. Red dawns weren't uncommon at Milliways, but this... it wasn't just the dawn. It was the entire sky. The beech trees with their dead leaves still clinging to their branches, rattling in the February wind, look almost as though they were on fire, the trees' bark appearing sickly and diseased from the unnatural redness bleeding through from the sky.

Rae had given up on her run around the lake, standing instead in the shadow of a towering oak near the lake shore, watching the sluggish sap moving deep below its red-stained bark, trying in vain to ignore the sense of dread growing in her. Botherable, in the sense that sometimes one needs to be saved from one's thoughts.

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[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is coming from the forest, the dog walking close to his heels. The red skies are scary, even to Franz.

"Good, erm, morning?" Urquhart says to Rae.

[sunbaked_baker]

She pulls her gaze away from the branches above her, and offers a slight, unsure smile to her friend. "It's morning at least. Don't know about 'good.'"

[scots_wolf]

"At least it means we get breakfast," Urquhart says. "I've got a new recipe frying eggs."

Urquhart is the kind of person who will still make a solid breakfast if the end of the world is announced for mid-afternoon. What else can you do?

[sunbaked_baker]

"Oh?" she smiles slightly, curious. "I should get you a hat. They say that the hundred folds in a chef's toque represents the number of ways a chef knows how to cook an egg."

She had once bought one for Mel as a joke. ^_^

[scots_wolf]

"I'm sure I'd look very silly in a hat," Urquhart grins. "Well, how about we discuss the potential doom and gloom over breakfast?"

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae and her mun are of the opinion that he would look fantastic in a hat. ^_^

"Is it something one really would want to discuss over a morning meal?" She's not too sure.

[scots_wolf]

"Actually, it's better to appreciate the morning meal properly, and discuss the end of the world later, over the remaining coffee," Urquhart concedes.

That will put the apocalypse in its place!

[sunbaked_baker]

"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, they say," she says, looking unsure. She hadn't heard anyone say something as final as 'end of the world' out loud, until now.

"We can talk over tea and coffee, after breakfast, yeah."

[scots_wolf]

"Let's go in and make it, then?" Urquhart says, equably. "Breakfast, Franz?"

The dog wags his tail.

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

Charlie's been outside a lot. Watching the sky. Thinking. Pondering. He spots Rae.

"Not good, it is? Any of it?"

[sunbaked_baker]

"I can't see how it would be," she answers faintly, turning her gaze from the branches above her. "Any good, I mean."

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

"I've seen this before. The red sky. It was nearly the end of everything. So...I'm wondering..." He doesn't seem anxious. Just curious.

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae looks faintly ill at the phrase 'end of everything.' She can't help it. On top of everything else, apparently the bar just felt the need to heap more doom, gloom and despair onto its patrons.

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

"Sorry. I guess I could have said hi first?" His manners are never what you would call good, even when the sky isn't red.

[sunbaked_baker]

She certainly wasn't looking ill due to his lack of manners. Rae passes a hand in front of her eyes, as though trying to get the imprint of the stark tree against the red sky out of her mind.

"No, it's fine. Sorry. It's just... disquieting, out here."

To say the least. Even though it's just a little sunlet orbiting the bar and its environs, she can feel the changes in its light.

[52-dropoff.livejournal.com]

"I think if it didn't bother you, something would be wrong.

"More wrong."

Pause.

"It would seem my words are failing me today as well."

[sunbaked_baker]

"No one I've talked to seems to know what's causing it," she remarks, giving another wary glance to the sky. "Or what it might mean."

[bloodyvirgo]

Kanaya's been on edge lately, since things have been happening in the Bar, something big is coming, and she can feel it on a visceral level of sorts.

So this morning, artificial feeling or not, she's out in the odd sunlight, looking around. She hasn't noticed the woman almost completely comprised of sunlight just yet, but she will, eventually, after she stops looking wistfully towards the red sky.

[sunbaked_baker]

The red light, the unnaturalness of it, is making Rae feel sick. It's wrong, and the wrongness is affecting even the light of the little sunlet that orbits the bar. It leaves her with a headache and a twisting feeling in her stomach that isn't just because she hasn't had breakfast yet. With a grimace, she forces herself to stop looking up at it, rubbing her eyes.

[bloodyvirgo]

The troll stops looking too, after a while, and it's then that she spots the human beneath the tree. She blinks once, twice, and makes her way over cautiously.

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae hears the approaching troll before she sees her. Expecting someone she knew, she turns with a slight attempt at a smile... but pauses. She has no idea what kind of Other this might be. It looks like it might be friendly, though so do some of the nastiest kinds of demon.

Though perhaps politeness is a way to start, in any case.

"Hello," she greets.

[bloodyvirgo]

"Hello," she greets in turn, brow furrowed slightly, then blurts. "I'm Sorry, But, What Are You?"

[sunbaked_baker]

"I was eventually going to ask you the same thing," she says, wryly. "I'm human."

[bloodyvirgo]

That just draws more confusion from the glowing troll.

"But..." she says gesturing. "You Have...Sunlight, Just Under Your Skin..."

[sunbaked_baker]

"Oh, that's..." she reflexively looks down at her hands, where the sunlight-net glimmers faintly in the red-tree-shadow. "It's a spell, sort of. I get strength from sunlight - and this helps."