[ Wandering back around to this particular part of the Fringes is pure happenstance — the resort is lovely, pristine and idyllic in all the ways she often wished for back at home. But it doesn’t take long before she turns restless ( too pristine, too idyllic ), and her pool day ends up just that — a day. There’s a rhythm she’s trying to establish while she gets acclimated: work in Panorama, venture out to the Fringes to scavenge for supplies, understand the ins-and-outs of the world she’s landed herself in. Lucina’s never done well with the ephemeral.
So the ever changing Fringes means that she clocks the empty barrels only after the resort comes into view, and she finds herself climbing out of her car at the far edge of the parking lot when—
The horizon flickers. Then… disappears. ]
Oh. [ On an exhale. In its place is a park that has been left to its own devices far too long, lush and rough around the edges. She scans the area, from one end to the other, a frown crossing her features as she realizes that the resort is well and truly gone. At the end of her survey is another individual with a vehicle of their own, who presumably saw the same thing. Hello. At speaking volume— ] … I suppose we were warned of this.
the end ( of the month ).
So the ever changing Fringes means that she clocks the empty barrels only after the resort comes into view, and she finds herself climbing out of her car at the far edge of the parking lot when—
The horizon flickers. Then… disappears. ]
Oh. [ On an exhale. In its place is a park that has been left to its own devices far too long, lush and rough around the edges. She scans the area, from one end to the other, a frown crossing her features as she realizes that the resort is well and truly gone. At the end of her survey is another individual with a vehicle of their own, who presumably saw the same thing. Hello. At speaking volume— ] … I suppose we were warned of this.