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[ EVENT ]
For the past few days, the sound of strong winds and sand hitting glass and walls have become the usual background noise. Goggles and scarves and protective gear have become necessary accessories when venturing outside.
The night before, the winds continued to pick up until, early in the morning, the power flickered and died. For the people staying behind the power comes and goes, but a lot of people won't be around to notice.
Not long after the power goes out, the sound of the sandstorm is joined by the blaring of sirens, followed by an announcement about an evacuation. All residences are directed to Shibusen where they will pass through the mirror usually used by mission goers to travel to their destination.
The shelter they find themselves in is a cylindrical room with lots of bunk beds along the wall and seats on the other side. Don't worry, there are a few of these areas connected to each other via open doorways. There's enough room for everyone! Sort of. At the very least, there's enough room for everyone to fit in there even if there aren't quite enough beds for everyone, especially since it's not only the guests who are here.
At least everyone gets a thin blanket so even if you end up on the floor it won't be too cold.
Please indicate in the header: [Character | Location (either the Shelter, or somewhere in Death City if it's during the evacuation) | Date ]
((OOC: this log will cover the IC days of July 2nd to July 3rd. Feel free to start open threads either set in the bunker or during the evacuation or both!))
The night before, the winds continued to pick up until, early in the morning, the power flickered and died. For the people staying behind the power comes and goes, but a lot of people won't be around to notice.
Not long after the power goes out, the sound of the sandstorm is joined by the blaring of sirens, followed by an announcement about an evacuation. All residences are directed to Shibusen where they will pass through the mirror usually used by mission goers to travel to their destination.
The shelter they find themselves in is a cylindrical room with lots of bunk beds along the wall and seats on the other side. Don't worry, there are a few of these areas connected to each other via open doorways. There's enough room for everyone! Sort of. At the very least, there's enough room for everyone to fit in there even if there aren't quite enough beds for everyone, especially since it's not only the guests who are here.
At least everyone gets a thin blanket so even if you end up on the floor it won't be too cold.
Please indicate in the header: [Character | Location (either the Shelter, or somewhere in Death City if it's during the evacuation) | Date ]
((OOC: this log will cover the IC days of July 2nd to July 3rd. Feel free to start open threads either set in the bunker or during the evacuation or both!))
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"I wonder if you're thinking anything at all. That could be guessed," he revised, belatedly and apathetically.
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He pauses.
"And two corpses bloated from heat, and stuffed to the gills with formaldehyde, but that hardly matters at this point."
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"You wanted to know, so I didn't bother softening it. All right, what do you want to talk about? Puppies and kittens and ponies and rainbows, no doubt, none of which I can even see anymore."
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"Why don't you just go see if someone at the hospital can heal them?"
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"I need new corneas, and someone with my blood type has to die before I can get them."
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"You shouldn't be waiting too long around here, some poor sap with your blood type is bound to kick the bucket sooner rather than later. Maybe you can get someone from that Erinyes group to kindly "donate" a couple of theirs," a particularly vulgar suggestion coming from a girl her age.
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He snorted, sounding far from thrilled with her vulgar suggestion.
"I'm not picky about corneas. But the odds of that happening aren't particularly high. Most of them are in prison right now, and they're being watched pretty closely."
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Nope, nothing creepy at all about what he just said.
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"When we were at the party and you saw me kiss him... that was more an inside joke about that mission than anything else."
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