Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160720133828/@comment-25828117-20160802144059

Gerald and Struthers came near the old ice cream parlor. It used to be painted in bold tropical colors to evoke the summer-mood, but that was a long time ago. The cool pineapple mascot with the shades also had a little plaque detailing the flavors you could choose from. Most of them had faded away with time.

Inside shards of glass lay strewn across the tilefloor. The blast centuries ago probably blew the windows in.

Further in there was the look-in counter, from it emitted a faint glow...

The good doctor furrowed her brow when she saw the damage. "That doesn't look too good... I'm going to have to disinfect the wound."

The woman stood up to get a little flask of pure alcohol.

"Now... This is probably going to sting."

Lokeanna put a bit of it on a small tissue.

"Are you ready?"

The Jungle started to get denser. Vines became stumbling hazards, especially now that it was still night. Randall might've misjudged the abilities of those who travelled with him, after all they didn't have cat-eyes.

There entire scene didn't stop being less akward though. Keiki could feel the eyes staring at him as he walked through the crowd, back unto the boardwalk. He was once again free to try looking for his contact elsewhere.