Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180701181322/@comment-25828117-20180718133418

"I think we should wait for Harry to return with Christopher." James responded.

Meanwhile the guards left them in the make-shift dormitory.

"But please, make yourself feel at home. If you're still tired, you can rest in any of the beds out here. If you're hungry go through that doorway there, that's the mess hall." Macdonald informed after which he excused himself and left Sam, Arthur, Rick, Johnny and Cinder alone in the room.

It had been a subway station so there was only so much they could've done to get the dull smell of dirt and urine out of the sticky yellow tiles that adorned the walls and floor. An air filtration system hummed over them, pumping fresh air from the surface down. Homey it ultimately was not.

All of them were practically part of the Canadian Resistance now whether they wanted to be or not.

Harry again asked Christopher to help him push the car into the lake. They'd have to walk back through the park and he would like to be out of it before dark.

-Katherine could see the post of this morning had arrived, piled up against the door unopened. the living room, kitchen and her bedroom were empty so at least she didn't have a nasty accident. She had simply disappeared.

-Sam had mentioned she worked at the Bank of Canada on 234 Wellington Street West. That was near Parliament Hill where that terrorist attack took place yesterday morning.

-A tin of catfood remained unopened on the kitchen counter next to a little Vault-Boy bobblehead that she'd probably gotten in some goodie bag at work. Banks liked to pretend the world wasn't going to shit and happily gave out bonuses to upper management and tat like this bobblehead to those in lower positions. Vault-Tec and launched an aggresive ad campaign across Canada for a year now, despite the fact none of the Vaults planned for the territory had been finished yet. People paid anyways. Peace of mind or scam, who knew?