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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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[imusntrunaway]

[The idea worries him. But Shinji recognizes that, if he was in Shintaro's shoes, if the person missing had been someone like Asuka or Rei--

So he nods after a second of thought, no more protests from him.]

... take care of yourself.

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Yeah. I'll be careful.

[He nods as he gets to his feet, putting his hands on his knees. His legs still feel exhausted... but they can keep going.]

You're gonna be down here?

[imusntrunaway]

[He nods. There's nowhere else for him to go, anyway. He can't help aboveground, where he'll just be in the way...]

I won't be going anywhere.

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[That's good. That's the best. Shintaro doesn't really see Shinji as younger most of the time, but in times like this, when he's telling himself not to be so worried about Momo because she's with Kido -- he can't shake the deja vu he's getting from remembering that day at the mall -- he's reminded but Shinji is actually years younger than him. He wonders if Shinji's as scared as he's not even trying that hard not to be, then shakes it off as a stupid question.]

... You should be okay down there. I'll catch you later, okay?

[imusntrunaway]

[He's always been scared. But like a horror movie, once he's been exposed to it again and again, the little things like bombs and gore began to dull and blur into a continuous, fuzzy sensation for him--difficult to distinguish and difficult to be afraid of. There's always that short burst of adrenaline and panic, but he's been trained now like one of Pavlov's dogs to push through pain and terror. To channel that primal instinct into calculating rage and power for the sake of surviving.

He's still scared. But like the soldier he's been forced to be, he's learned to box it away into a small, dark compartment in the back of his mind that remained sealed until those lonely nights alone, when he's allowed to be the child he is again. So when he's asked about how he is, he can keep a still face and answer that he's fine.]

Right. See you later. [A pause.] Come back with your friend soon so we can meet.

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[For a moment, he's frozen. He was expecting a simple, short farewell, and he was expecting to turn away from that with a simple, short wave and go on his way toward what was more complicated. But for that one moment, his eyes widen a fraction and he feels dread that he's been trying to ignore ever since that girl showed up in the city.]

... Right.

[Aah. That's right. She's here. People can see her, because she exists now, outside of his memories. And those are the things friends do -- introduce each other. It's that... simple, isn't it?]

You'll be the first person I'll introduce her to. [ever, now that he realizes it.]