[Not really much more to say about that, unfortunately. They come in all shapes and sizes and he hadn't gotten a very good look at it. Something as tall as the trees? Sure. Just as likely as a pack of twenty rat-sized things prowling through the woods. Such is life out here.
He pauses briefly to look in the door as Law indicates it, then nods.]
Yeah. We ended up using everything we could to keep stuff dry. Stripped a lot of beds of their pillows and sheets to make sandbags.
[For example. It had helped, that's for sure.
He comes to the last room down the hall. The door is closed, and two handprints in red paint are on it - one very large, one very small. He knocks lightly before opening it and heading on inside.
Unlike the empty rooms just before, this one has, uh, character to it. Hung on the walls are some hand-drawn star charts, labeled by season and with many of the stars named while others are circled in red. Law's own smug face is on a couple bounty posters from throughout the years, and Rosinante looks over at them and then smiles a little sheepishly and shakes his head.]
Should probably take those down now, huh.
[But clearly that helped to recognize Law on sight.
The room also has three mattresses - two stacked adjacent to each other for someone far too large for one, while the other is askew slightly to the side and has papers with a child's crayon drawings littered across it. More drawings and paintings are also on the walls here - some literally on the walls rather than on paper first. A few even depict someone who is probably intended to be Rosinante towering cheerfully over a small smiling blonde girl.
The mattresses might be on the floor, but there's also a desk and chair. Rosinante just plops himself down onto a mattress that isn't laden with artwork and unhooks his lantern.]
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[Not really much more to say about that, unfortunately. They come in all shapes and sizes and he hadn't gotten a very good look at it. Something as tall as the trees? Sure. Just as likely as a pack of twenty rat-sized things prowling through the woods. Such is life out here.
He pauses briefly to look in the door as Law indicates it, then nods.]
Yeah. We ended up using everything we could to keep stuff dry. Stripped a lot of beds of their pillows and sheets to make sandbags.
[For example. It had helped, that's for sure.
He comes to the last room down the hall. The door is closed, and two handprints in red paint are on it - one very large, one very small. He knocks lightly before opening it and heading on inside.
Unlike the empty rooms just before, this one has, uh, character to it. Hung on the walls are some hand-drawn star charts, labeled by season and with many of the stars named while others are circled in red. Law's own smug face is on a couple bounty posters from throughout the years, and Rosinante looks over at them and then smiles a little sheepishly and shakes his head.]
Should probably take those down now, huh.
[But clearly that helped to recognize Law on sight.
The room also has three mattresses - two stacked adjacent to each other for someone far too large for one, while the other is askew slightly to the side and has papers with a child's crayon drawings littered across it. More drawings and paintings are also on the walls here - some literally on the walls rather than on paper first. A few even depict someone who is probably intended to be Rosinante towering cheerfully over a small smiling blonde girl.
The mattresses might be on the floor, but there's also a desk and chair. Rosinante just plops himself down onto a mattress that isn't laden with artwork and unhooks his lantern.]