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[ifionlyhadthecourage]

WHO: Caramia + Whoever wants to join this idiot.
WHERE: "Around town"??? // General store // Ruga
WHEN: 3/19, early morning // noon // 3/21
WHAT: Searching for the source of the hoofbeats // Guitar??? Jam Out??? Sure. // Sick lion dad is sick
WARNINGS: Eerie sounds and some dumbass playing his guitar. Also being Very Sick.

3/19 (Early morning) [Ruga house --> Exploring the town]

[ How many hours of sleep has it been today? It's hard to tell. Caramia can just confirm that he is, in fact, still tired. How fun. It has been hard to sleep through the dead silence, with only the sounds of the heartbeats and breaths of the people nearby, and if that sounded weirdly creepy, that's because it is. He'd have to fashion himself some earplugs sometime soon...

In the meantime, even though light is only just beginning to bathe the world, this tired lion still gets up for the day. He reaches over for the laptop (because that's what they're called! He's figured that out!!) and opens up the typing application to start jotting a few things down. Namely that it's a new day and he didn't get much sleep again. Nothing was labelled by dates, he simply kept things written as "Day 1", "Day 2", etc. It is a boring thing to read, as Caramia just seemed to have written what he did on the day, with the occasional question or theory about this town, but most of it stays bland.

He stops, however, when he realizes there's a peculiar tapping sound that rivals that of the ticking on his keys. It seems to have only been for a fleeting moment... no, there it is again. The sound is strange. Then again, any sound at this point is going to sound strange, since no sound is the standard here. Is this... the sound of horses?

Quickly, the laptop is pushed aside, and the curious lion makes his way out onto the streets of this dreadful town to follow the very out of place noise of hoofbeats. Dangerous? Probably. But he couldn't just ignore it now, could he? ]

3/19 (Noon) [General Store]

[ There are a lot of things to not like about this town. The fact the lack of color was so depressing, the food didn't taste good, the water felt worse than actual water, and the overall cold weather of the town... wasn't great. Oh, and of course, the fact they are stuck here with no clue what is going on and no idea of how to get home, but we'll just gloss over that little, tiny detail for now!! The worst of it, for Caramia, is definitely the fact that this town-- this horribly silent town, complete with no noise when one so much as steps on old leaves-- suddenly has what Caramia can only describe as "phantom horse trots" in the town.

It proves to be the most grating thing. Eerie, too, but fear is very rarely a problem for this reckless man. And, if he can't find the source of the issue, what better way than to just... drown it out? Taking his guitar case with him, Caramia strides much too stubbornly to the General Store, poking his head around to ensure he was alone. Not because he really didn't want company, but rather because he didn't want to think he might've been disturbing anyone.

Once there, he procures his acoustic guitar from its case and finds a place to take a seat that isn't falling apart under his weight. He adjusts it in his hands and gets situated.

...

He runs his fingers along the strings once, giving a little shudder at just how loud it sounds through the deadness of this town.

...

Regardless, he does it again, and his hands start to fall into practiced movements. ]

3/21 [A House Full of Nerds in Ruga...]

[ The weather outside is... not so bad, actually. It's cold, sure, and there's some flurries of snow, but it's certainly no winter wonderland. Nice weather to sit by the fireplace with a good book and some hot cocoa, though, right? Haha. Too bad there is none of that.

All yesterday, Caramia found himself with a bad case of the sniffles, though he was awful quick to brush aside any sort of concern. He took his medication, after all! He'd be fine! That is, until he wasn't. This morning, he stayed curled up in his usual dingy sleeping spot on the floor, using one of the rough blankets as a pillow, and his own coat as a cover, curled underneath with very prominent shaking. His breathing came out in short, quick gasps, face flushed and clearly the exact opposite of "being fine".

Oh well, it was only a matter of time before someone was going to get sick of this place, right? ]