Who: Dirk Strider and anyone. Where: In the Park When: Night Status: Open
[The appearance of the fairy at the beginning of the week had been surprising and suspicious, and it had made him resolve to keep an eye on things. When it dissolved that first night, he'd been admittedly alarmed, even more so at the sudden appearance of the Miles.
It hadn't taken long to realize that the fairy's gruesome demise and the sudden appearance of a universe-destroying force were related. It didn't take long to realize that it couldn't be real, either, and not just because of everyone else's notices on the SFC. The lack of property damage was a telling sign. So was the lack of deaths.
So, being his usual stoic self, he'd continued on as usual and had done his best to ignore it. It had mostly worked, but he kept flinching when he saw red out of the corner of his eyes. And then bodies had started appearing too...
He'd left the house to try and get some space from everything, but the images only followed him. Finally, he reaches the conclusion that wandering just isn't helping, and slumps into a park bench. Pushes up his shades, and runs his hands over his face.
He wants Cal. Maybe it's just a stupid puppet, but he still wishes he had Cal.]
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