(Now that the vast majority of the flooding has subsided, Lucretia's finally had time to go and pick through her apartment, rescue what she can. While the actual water levels hadn't risen high enough to threaten any actual flooding, the torrential rains have unfortunately done quite a lot of damage. There's been a substantial amount of leaking. One of her windows is smashed, glass littering her bedroom. It's an upsetting sight; Lucretia hadn't truly thought of this as her home, but all the same it had been hers.
Thankfully, she's able to save a lot of books. One of her journals is sodden, soaked half through and swollen with water damage but it isn't the first time she's lost one. It's frustrating, sure, but she's just glad it wasn't the one from cycle thirty-two she'd received from the maze. Notes about Riverview and the Quarantine can always be replicated.
The books go into one box. She's packing them in tight when something pings at her ward. She can't tell who it is because she hasn't recast them in a while and they're finally starting to falter, but she figures that it's Beverly. She had wanted to come and help Lucretia shift her things, after all.
She simply magics the front door unlocked so she can let herself in, and trails into her bedroom to start pulling the clothes out of her closet.)
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Thankfully, she's able to save a lot of books. One of her journals is sodden, soaked half through and swollen with water damage but it isn't the first time she's lost one. It's frustrating, sure, but she's just glad it wasn't the one from cycle thirty-two she'd received from the maze. Notes about Riverview and the Quarantine can always be replicated.
The books go into one box. She's packing them in tight when something pings at her ward. She can't tell who it is because she hasn't recast them in a while and they're finally starting to falter, but she figures that it's Beverly. She had wanted to come and help Lucretia shift her things, after all.
She simply magics the front door unlocked so she can let herself in, and trails into her bedroom to start pulling the clothes out of her closet.)