Chilly this far up. Jove had been walking for a while, and he desired to eat something regardless of origins or where it came from, but he wasn't feeling like getting into trouble in another "saloon". For now, it was better to find out where he was, perhaps hitch a map off of someone and get clearer directions north. Well, that would imply he knew where the hell he was supposed to be going. He trudged through the snow. The all-too organic feet were feeling numb, but his hands didn't get cold at the very least. Actually, they were rather cold. He just couldn't feel that.
*BANGBANG*
The mechanical wonders knocked on the door to the clinic, much harder than Jove wanted but he couldn't control everything now could he?
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