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Date & Time: 06.18 and on;
Location: Asch's basement, outside, anywhere;
Characters: the Dan, their uncles, anybody else involved?! I am losing track. people. six degrees of separation. tag yourselves!!
Summary: as usual, anti-spam mingle log due to numerous interactions between numerous people. action, voice, text, video, post-its.
Warnings: bombs?!

They thought that trips to Alaska and getting shots would be the beginning of a relaxing break. Instead they got quarantines and bombs and people getting mad at them. Big. Sigh.

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[A moment as he looks around him.]

No. Sorry.

[Then she might still be out here. She probably is. She's got to be. That scarf of hers, she'll use it to help people. He has to find her.]

Thanks. Then if you see her, can you get her to tell me? I'm going to keep looking.

Fine.

[That's all he's getting.]

... Are you upset?

You should concentrate on finding your friend.

[...]

Where in the catacombs are you?

I don't know.

[Well, it is a big maze down there.]

Okay.
Sorry. I wasn't trying to upset you.

You didn't upset me.

[sigh]

I'm glad you're safe.

[A very long pause.]

I'll be glad if you are too.

I'll work on it. These bombs have been falling at two hour intervals, so I won't have to worry about another one for a while.

... good luck.

Thanks. You stay safe too.

[He stays outside for about an hour, looking for places with people, and places she might go to. The first entrance to the catacombs that he comes by makes him pause, wondering if she might have already escaped into the underground. Maybe she would try to help people down there. It was worth a try.

He doesn't find her, but what he does find, after another half hour of wandering and searching underground is a familiar head of short hair and slouching posture. He wasn't expecting to, but maybe the catacombs are smaller than he thought.]

... Ikari.

[Huddled against the corner with earbuds wedged tightly into his ears, Shinji has his legs pulled up close to him and his gaze fixed on the ground. He hasn't moved much from his spot since they'd been herded into the catacombs. No matter how loudly he turned up his music, he couldn't drown out the roar of the bombs when they dropped.

He doesn't notice Shintaro--he's too busy trying to tune out the world, and the noise from the other Transports jammed in doesn't help. You might have to tap him on the shoulder.]

[He weaves his way through the crowd, stepping over people who are sitting, squeezing past those who are standing. He almost loses what he was carrying with him -- the bag of the vaccines he still had left, with bottles of water tucked in where there was space -- on the way, but he holds tightly onto to it until he reaches Shinji. He doesn't touch him though, unsure how much that would startle him. Instead, he steps right up to his friend and crouches in front of him, trying to get into his line of sight.]

Hey.

[Detecting movement, Shinji looks up. When he sees it's Shintaro, he immediately pulls out his earbuds, straightening up.]

... you're alive. [He says it like it's a miracle. He hadn't expected to see him down here.]

... Nope. Zombified. [He raises an eyebrow at the reaction. Really? But he can't really blame Shinji for it. He reaches into his bag and pulls out two water bottles holding one out.]

Thirsty?

[He's relieved, though. Shinji was messaging him but he's glad to actually see that the kid is alive and safe.]

[Likewise, it's a relief to see Shintaro. While the hours stretched on with no word from the other boy, he assumed...]

Mm. Thank you.

[He doesn't let his thoughts dwell on it as he accepts the water. One of his friends is alive and still here. He's grateful for that, even if he's still a little cross at him. As he unscrews the cap he scoots down, making room for Shintaro to sit if he wants to.]

[He would really love to rest his legs, so he sits in the space Shinji makes for him. The moment the weight if off of them he feels the cells of his legs -- every one of them -- trying to turn into mush. His knees feel like they'll creak next time. His muscles hurt and he doesn't think he can put any strength back into them. At least not for a while.

(He'll have to get up again. It's just a break. He has to get back up and find her, too.)

He sighs heavily, tiredly, and leans back against the wall behind him as he uses his sleeve to wipe some sweat off his brow.]

Something like this happened before, right?

[He's slouched over, folding his hands in front of his legs, bottle dangling from his hand. His words are direct and crisp, as though he was reporting to a superior officer.]

There were a few attacks, all last year.

[He's done his research and he follows the network closely enough to get a general grasp of what events were happening and had happened. Boredom was a poison, even to someone who tried to shut the world out. He mumbles.] ... they were easy on us for a few months.

... So a lot of the newer Transports weren't prepared at all.

[He pushes himself off the wall, opening his own bottle to take a sip of the water. He takes a deep breath, hoping it'll send more oxygen into his bloodstream, then looks over at Shinji with a genuinely relieved smile.]

... Well, it's good to see you safe.

[It's hard to stay annoyed when he's given such a sincere expression. Shinji relents, relaxing beneath the smile even if he doesn't return it. His brow knits in worry as he looks in Shintaro's general direction, though not quite at him.]

... I'm glad that you made it down here. [A beat.] The girl you were looking for. Did you find her?

Aah...

[He trails off, faltering as he drops a hand to his knee.] I thought I might be able to find her down here, but I don't think she is... so I can't stay too long.

For now, though, I can barely stand.

[Why can't you just stay.]

Wouldn't she have found shelter already?