Connor had spent yesterday sleeping under the gazebo. He'd slept in worse places in Quartoth. He'd also raided the supossed Divine Leaf's trash. Scrounging for food was a valuable survival skill in hell.
He just didn't know what to make of this place. It looked, felt, and even smelled like Milieux. Either someone was going to a lot of trouble for this charade, or something impossible had happened.
He was still dressed only in the scrubs he'd found at the clinic. Prowling around during the day probably wasn't the stealthiest thing he could do, but he needed to get a sense of this place during daylight hours.
His senses were still tuned to hell. That might be why he didn't know Phoebe was there until it was too late to hide.
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Date: 2008-10-25 06:54 pm (UTC)He just didn't know what to make of this place. It looked, felt, and even smelled like Milieux. Either someone was going to a lot of trouble for this charade, or something impossible had happened.
He was still dressed only in the scrubs he'd found at the clinic. Prowling around during the day probably wasn't the stealthiest thing he could do, but he needed to get a sense of this place during daylight hours.
His senses were still tuned to hell. That might be why he didn't know Phoebe was there until it was too late to hide.