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Day 196 : Start of the "Sickness Inside" plot
Who: Nathaniel (NPC) and everyone else who wants to be involved
Open: Open
When: Day 196
Where: Near the monument --> Out on the Skyway
What: Nathaniel needs a radio tower. He's enlisting the help of others to get said radio tower
Format: any
Warnings: Dead body discovery in the radio tower threads. Mentions of throw-up when Zulf joins the Okumura group.
This is the post for everything related to Day 196 of this particular event. The starter is in the comments, and important threads will be linked here as they are made.
Important threads:
START: by the monument
At the radio tower and the surrounding area
Regrouping
Meanwhile, at the Bastion...
Open: Open
When: Day 196
Where: Near the monument --> Out on the Skyway
What: Nathaniel needs a radio tower. He's enlisting the help of others to get said radio tower
Format: any
Warnings: Dead body discovery in the radio tower threads. Mentions of throw-up when Zulf joins the Okumura group.
This is the post for everything related to Day 196 of this particular event. The starter is in the comments, and important threads will be linked here as they are made.
Important threads:
START: by the monument
At the radio tower and the surrounding area
Regrouping
Meanwhile, at the Bastion...
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[Damn it, Zulf.]
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[The same as what happened to his parents, to his people.]
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However, you must understand something- things like this weren't an uncommon sight in the Terminals during the plague. Perhaps not always in such number like this... But I can't count the number of times I'd make my way into an abandoned den hoping for a bit of food or a blanket only to find an entire family dead.
That was "normal" and you got used to it after a while until it became strange when the temple finally got it under control and were able to start clearing out the bodies of the dead.
I suppose it's easier to slip into old habits than I thought.
[The entire time he talks, his shoulders are a bit slumped and he keeps his face away from Rin. There's a kind of dullness to his tone.]
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That ain't gonna happen again.
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[He's pretty sure they're actually a bit low on doctors, last he checked]
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... that's a lot, right?
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[God Zulf she's not a complete idiot.]
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[are you sure tho]
[are you sure]
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[Yeah she's sure.]
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[Rin...]
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[Shove.
Go back to searching the rooms already gosh.]
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[all this sass, yep]
[But he'll move onto the next room then]
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The next room is, thankfully, empty of bodies. But it's also a lot dustier, and looks like it wasn't used. It's full of boxes, and if hey are looked through, they are full of CDs.
Obviously the people who moved in just dumped all the CDs in here, since they had no need for them. But there are a lot of them, and Rin could probably find a few bands she likes.]
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[This guy]
[Zulf picks one up and stares at it blankly.]
Rin, do you know what these are?
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But you're not forgiven for being a jerk.
Ever. :|]
... CDs. Uhm-- they're discs. They hold information. These ones are music.
[She kneels down and starts digging through the pile, finding band names and other artists she recognizes, but something makes her frown and stop to stare at one of them for a long moment.]
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Really? [Considering they all live with Colin in the same general area, this shouldn't be surprising as it is. Still, Zulf can't help but be interested. He browses through a few of the others, not understanding a bit of what's said... before noticing Rin pausing.]
...What's wrong?
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... they're all in English.
[And of course she can hardly read English, so she can't translate, nor can she tell where these came from.
But there is a packing label on one of the discarded boxes, which she reaches for and tears off. Maybe it won't matter in the end, but she wants to know where this place used to belong to.]
I'm gonna take some back.
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Alright. I'll carry one of the bags then so you can carry the box.
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