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For once (shhhhhh), Wessex is wrong (at least about the Grounds) and is thrilled that her worries never came to fruition. In the latter half of the week, she leaves Isla to the Infirmary and begins to go about her regular activities, albeit with a terribly red nose and the pervading, pine-fresh small of wintergreen surrounding her like she’s a walking, talking, car freshener.
There’s always something to do - and now that they’ve decided what kind of weapon the spire will be, they need to build something (to be honest, she’s not sure what they’re building, but they need metal and she remembers where they got the metal from last time. With a notice on the Board asking yet again for assistance (just pretend it’s there), the Wraith heads to the Ruins to do some very thorough scavenging.
There are bits there which haven’t been moved in decades, so the General starts with one of the oldest, most overgrown areas and begins heaving slabs of rock around to try and find whatever might be buried underneath it.
There’s always something to do - and now that they’ve decided what kind of weapon the spire will be, they need to build something (to be honest, she’s not sure what they’re building, but they need metal and she remembers where they got the metal from last time. With a notice on the Board asking yet again for assistance (just pretend it’s there), the Wraith heads to the Ruins to do some very thorough scavenging.
There are bits there which haven’t been moved in decades, so the General starts with one of the oldest, most overgrown areas and begins heaving slabs of rock around to try and find whatever might be buried underneath it.
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