You Did a Light Show Before Your Time [Open]

[dead_black_eyes]

Who: Open to everyone who evacuated Willow Ridge in Locke City! Also open to anyone who would drop by later on.
What: The evacuation was successful, and now a certain group of Numbered is homeless, jobless, and driftless.
Where: Misa's apartment in Tokyo
When: Backdated to after the invasion and destruction in Locke
Warnings: Probable swearing and emotional stuff



Months of intensive labor, electronic compilation and building a close-knit community are all buried in seconds as the refugees, led by Tony Sparado, make their way through the Ghost Zone. The Numbered among them are practically clung to by the non-reincarnates out of fear of being left behind or lost in the strange dimension. By the time they emerge on the other side in the damaged but standing city of Tokyo, the gravity of the situation starts to saturate the survivors in earnest. They have nothing but what they could carry with them, and as their group diffuses and drifts apart in the crowded streets, one band in particular sticks together. With the help of some coordinated efforts courtesy of Shou's people, they head in the direction of a place where they are guaranteed refuge: Misa Amane's apartment. When it's in view, they're relieved to see that the building is in significantly better shape than much of what they've passed, and certainly the demolished Willow Ridge.

Comments

[lovesickkiller]

Misa makes a face at the mention of a radio. What is this, the 60s?

"I don't have- oh! The car radio! Will that work?"

[dead_black_eyes]

Giving it a second of quick thought, Lazarus gives a brisk nod.

"Yeah... it's better than nothing. Where is the car, and is it in a relatively safe location?"

[lovesickkiller]

"It should be in the garage," she answers, trying to remember where she last stashed the keys. Hopefully the car hasn't been lost to looters desperate for a way out of the city. "I don't know if it's safe, but the keys are upstairs.

[dead_black_eyes]

Whether or not it's safe doesn't seem to matter to Lazarus; he's already starting toward the staircase.

"I'll need some tools too," he calls down as he starts rifling through her things. "Two screwdrivers of different relatively standard sizes, for starters and hopefully finishers..."