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niteo_logs2010-03-08 09:38 am
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Well, okay. Waiting it is.
Characters: Kubota & Tokito
When: A couple of days ago; a couple of hours after this post.
Where: Room 605
Rating: Teen-ish.
Summary: Tokito is the one who finds Kubota, in the end.
Having the assurance that Tokito would come and having him there weren't anything near the same thing, and Kubota was keenly aware of this difference as he waited. He would prefer it, given the nature of some of his "online" conversations thus far, if Tokito found him before anyone else. (They did say something about "strength in numbers," didn't they? Not that it had applied in the past, really. But maybe.) At least most of the city was uninhabited anyway.
Not that said status seemed to impact anything, since more and more people were showing up all the time now. And not one of them seemed to know how or why they were here.
His phone would be dead even if he had it, probably. So his errant desire to call Kasai-san and see if he had ever heard of anything like this never would have worked. Idly, he even pecked out the numbers on the thing he'd woken up with, all smooth silver and way beyond the cellphones he was used to, but he just got a loud dial-tone. Not even the courtesy of the cool voice saying he'd dialed the wrong number, "please hang up and try again." Well, maybe he shouldn't have expected so much. It's a whole new world, and all of that.
Beyond that, Kubota spent most of the few hours waiting on Tokito in the room, sitting on the edge of the bed and alternately prodding at the phone-thing or just thinking. There was an awful lot to consider here, after all, chief among those things finding safe shelter and food. This place would do for the moment, but... it was getting a little crowded for Kubota's sake. And there was no food there. That would be the biggest problem, really; everybody's gotta eat, and if they're holed up with however many other people, that meant more competition for the resources.
Didn't mean he wasn't prepared to compete and win, but he'd rather it didn't come to that if it was possible. He was pretty low on ammo, and it felt a little low to attack people just for being needy like the rest of the world. They'd just have to try and find a way that would make that kind of thing unnecessary, whatever that was.
Maybe someone across the river would have food.
Still considering those possibilities, Kubota settled in to wait for his stray cat to come "home." He'd known he would, anyway.
Yes, he definitely had.
When: A couple of days ago; a couple of hours after this post.
Where: Room 605
Rating: Teen-ish.
Summary: Tokito is the one who finds Kubota, in the end.
Having the assurance that Tokito would come and having him there weren't anything near the same thing, and Kubota was keenly aware of this difference as he waited. He would prefer it, given the nature of some of his "online" conversations thus far, if Tokito found him before anyone else. (They did say something about "strength in numbers," didn't they? Not that it had applied in the past, really. But maybe.) At least most of the city was uninhabited anyway.
Not that said status seemed to impact anything, since more and more people were showing up all the time now. And not one of them seemed to know how or why they were here.
His phone would be dead even if he had it, probably. So his errant desire to call Kasai-san and see if he had ever heard of anything like this never would have worked. Idly, he even pecked out the numbers on the thing he'd woken up with, all smooth silver and way beyond the cellphones he was used to, but he just got a loud dial-tone. Not even the courtesy of the cool voice saying he'd dialed the wrong number, "please hang up and try again." Well, maybe he shouldn't have expected so much. It's a whole new world, and all of that.
Beyond that, Kubota spent most of the few hours waiting on Tokito in the room, sitting on the edge of the bed and alternately prodding at the phone-thing or just thinking. There was an awful lot to consider here, after all, chief among those things finding safe shelter and food. This place would do for the moment, but... it was getting a little crowded for Kubota's sake. And there was no food there. That would be the biggest problem, really; everybody's gotta eat, and if they're holed up with however many other people, that meant more competition for the resources.
Didn't mean he wasn't prepared to compete and win, but he'd rather it didn't come to that if it was possible. He was pretty low on ammo, and it felt a little low to attack people just for being needy like the rest of the world. They'd just have to try and find a way that would make that kind of thing unnecessary, whatever that was.
Maybe someone across the river would have food.
Still considering those possibilities, Kubota settled in to wait for his stray cat to come "home." He'd known he would, anyway.
Yes, he definitely had.