Many days fell away with nothing to show, and the walls kept tumbling down [W2, Sunday]

[hydrokinetics]

[Time in town has left Percy to his own devices to seek out people who need a hand, people who seem to be struggling after the execution, and people who wanted to compare notes. He hasn't bothered to really decompress himself beyond his initial break-away from the group with Annabeth, but at the same time he knows better. They have to keep moving. They're in this game officially now.

It's why he walks to the saloon with a purpose, seeking out a familiar face and finally looking to get a sense of the scene of the crime. He carefully opens the doors and pokes his head into the saloon, checking around for Sara.]

Anybody home? [It's a bit of a wry joke, if only because he's seen her out and about more than at the actual hotel so far.]

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[alcobrawlic]

[ The scene of the crime has mostly been cleaned up, although Sara's not sure she got everything.

... She kind of misses having Rean around to boss, but at the same time, she's very relieved her students aren't here to be a part of this mess. She's leaning on the counter when Percy shows up, and offers a casual wave and a smile. ]

I'm not bad enough to call a saloon home yet.