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this place is going to the cats
Who: Naoe Kanetsugu [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nolackofjustice] and Shyna Nera Shyna [worldrestorer]
Where: Mariner High School to start with, then the Shopping District
When: November 20th
Rating: G-PG, depending on whether any monster slayin' goes down.
Summary: Shyna's not exactly what you'd call a capable forager, so her new justicebuddy offers a hand. Because in a post-apocalyptic world, there's nothing quite like bonding over scrounging around deserted shops for sustenance.
the log:
It's a cold day, now that it's starting to edge towards the end of November; accordingly, Shyna has dressed up to bear it. She doesn't mind being wet so much, she realizes (and now that she's familiar with the whole concept of semi-regular cleaning, she does it every chance she gets, time of the year or no) as being cold. It seeps into her bones even when she's huddled under the sheets of a spare bed in the clinic, and when the nights get cold enough, she's afraid that she can never, ever get warm.
(It had never been this bad in Shehaqim's caves. This cold feels like the kind that only got worse the longer you stayed in it.)
Maybe she'll offer to help with getting the heaters in shape, one of these days. For now, she has a slightly more pressing problem.
Hopping from foot to foot as she waits for Kanetsugu to show up, the girl belatedly realizes she never asked what he looked like. Over the crummy picture on the communicator, it's hard to tell. Well, she knew his voice at least-- and understood it-- so that was fine, wasn't it?
(She didn't know what 'Japan' was when she got here, and the best she can determine is that it's probably an area in a different network. The idea of something like a map still mystifies her, to an extent; sometimes, it's difficult to remember how things exist in dimensions here.
She wonders what Kite's been up to. His zeroes and ones are probably the most familiar thing around here.)
Bouncing in place like a hyperactive pink marshmallow, Shyna pats the front of her coat gently, knowing that her only Parasite-- who hates the cold even more than she does-- could use the reassurance. She feels Surosa stir against her, and hears her stomach rumble, and grimaces. It's been doing that often, lately. She's been avoiding telling Dr. Tam about it. He seems like he's worried about enough.
nolackofjustice] and Shyna Nera Shyna [worldrestorer]Where: Mariner High School to start with, then the Shopping District
When: November 20th
Rating: G-PG, depending on whether any monster slayin' goes down.
Summary: Shyna's not exactly what you'd call a capable forager, so her new justicebuddy offers a hand. Because in a post-apocalyptic world, there's nothing quite like bonding over scrounging around deserted shops for sustenance.
the log:
It's a cold day, now that it's starting to edge towards the end of November; accordingly, Shyna has dressed up to bear it. She doesn't mind being wet so much, she realizes (and now that she's familiar with the whole concept of semi-regular cleaning, she does it every chance she gets, time of the year or no) as being cold. It seeps into her bones even when she's huddled under the sheets of a spare bed in the clinic, and when the nights get cold enough, she's afraid that she can never, ever get warm.
(It had never been this bad in Shehaqim's caves. This cold feels like the kind that only got worse the longer you stayed in it.)
Maybe she'll offer to help with getting the heaters in shape, one of these days. For now, she has a slightly more pressing problem.
Hopping from foot to foot as she waits for Kanetsugu to show up, the girl belatedly realizes she never asked what he looked like. Over the crummy picture on the communicator, it's hard to tell. Well, she knew his voice at least-- and understood it-- so that was fine, wasn't it?
(She didn't know what 'Japan' was when she got here, and the best she can determine is that it's probably an area in a different network. The idea of something like a map still mystifies her, to an extent; sometimes, it's difficult to remember how things exist in dimensions here.
She wonders what Kite's been up to. His zeroes and ones are probably the most familiar thing around here.)
Bouncing in place like a hyperactive pink marshmallow, Shyna pats the front of her coat gently, knowing that her only Parasite-- who hates the cold even more than she does-- could use the reassurance. She feels Surosa stir against her, and hears her stomach rumble, and grimaces. It's been doing that often, lately. She's been avoiding telling Dr. Tam about it. He seems like he's worried about enough.