Hector doesn't announce his presence the day after the day after the moot. Truth be told he tries to get in and out of there as fast as he can. But a sign of him is left behind on the dry-erase board. He's affixed a torn-out piece of journal paper with a magnet shaped like a snowman. The writing is in the aggressive chicken scratch of a 20-something homid-born male.
CELDUIN GONE TO OTHER SEPTS
COMMUNICATING THE HELL OUT OF THEM
BACK NEXT YEAR
THE FIRST DRAFT OF HISTORY WILL BE WRITTEN IN OUR LOGS, SON!!
xoxo
H.G. Echoes-of-the-Lost
CELDUIN GONE TO OTHER SEPTS
COMMUNICATING THE HELL OUT OF THEM
BACK NEXT YEAR
THE FIRST DRAFT OF HISTORY WILL BE WRITTEN IN OUR LOGS, SON!!
xoxo
H.G. Echoes-of-the-Lost
Look. I have school. And RP. And all my other time is taken up by sheer, unreasoning panic. I don't have time for Reddit.
-- ixphaelaeon
-- ixphaelaeon