[ She wanders into the kitchen and after a second, Logan follows her, carefully skirting around the shadow. There are more of them at the back—two, to be precise, a kid permanently frozen where he's ducked under the counter.
He'd wondered, when he first stepped into the mall, whether whatever did this might come back. The longer he's stuck around, though, the more he senses it's long gone. The monster, the phenomenon, the magic. It's beginning to surprise him less and less. He hasn't travelled the Fringes much, but his experience has found him running less into danger and more into pockets like this, littered with scars and open wounds of another reality.
His shoulder rests against the threshold wall. ] No fast food where you are?
[ Would've been easier to explain how it all works if the place wasn't dead. He watches her rummage for a moment. The fryer probably turns on; Logan's just never fried a damn thing in his life. He's cycled through his share of odd jobs, but a kitchen's not one of them. Not that he can remember, anyway. Maybe he did his time a few decades back, but if he had, that particular bit of memory's lost to the hole-filled abyss that's his brain. ]
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He'd wondered, when he first stepped into the mall, whether whatever did this might come back. The longer he's stuck around, though, the more he senses it's long gone. The monster, the phenomenon, the magic. It's beginning to surprise him less and less. He hasn't travelled the Fringes much, but his experience has found him running less into danger and more into pockets like this, littered with scars and open wounds of another reality.
His shoulder rests against the threshold wall. ] No fast food where you are?
[ Would've been easier to explain how it all works if the place wasn't dead. He watches her rummage for a moment. The fryer probably turns on; Logan's just never fried a damn thing in his life. He's cycled through his share of odd jobs, but a kitchen's not one of them. Not that he can remember, anyway. Maybe he did his time a few decades back, but if he had, that particular bit of memory's lost to the hole-filled abyss that's his brain. ]