Who: Jae, Sunny. Monsters.
What: This is as close to the apocalypse as these versions have ever been - Sunny has good timing, Jae sucks at being a warrior.
Where: Creekside.
When: Towards the end of week 1.
Notes: Making up for failing while on hiatus, HERE'S A MILLION WORDS?
Warnings: Violence, disturbing imagery, tw for claustrophobia + drowning.
Weeks ago, over cocktails, Jae had asserted that if Baedal was an apocalypse, or a militant society, that he'd be useless – he's not a combatant, he's a DJ, he's only got so much rope and it's not going to do a whole lot beyond trip (or hang) himself in a war zone. Well, okay, that's a really mangled metaphor, but the point is: when the world began to fall apart, Jae locked his door and shoved a sofa up against his balcony windows and informed his various gigs he was canceling until further notice. (Everyone was, thankfully, quite understanding – one group hasn't gotten back to him, or
anyone;
( he tries not to think about it.) )