IC Inbox - Cerealia

[colonially]

You've reached the mailbox of Quatre Raberba Winner. I'm sorry I'm unable to answer right now, but please leave me a message, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can!




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ⓥ video ⓥ

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text; mid-event

[poised]

this is Natalia

residential district, gym, school, parts of entertainment district compromised due to falling machinery(?) other areas flooded. please direct injured, misplaced, tired, and frantic people to upper levels of the hospital for shelter. communication limited to text and voice, healing does not work on those with intense lethargy.

personal request: take care of maintaining the perimeter around the hospital and standing sentry if you can with Malia

warm regards. stay safe. thank you.

text

[colonially]

Understood. Does the hospital have generators?

I'll mind the perimeter either way.

Please stay safe yourself.

text

[poised]

[WHEN SHE GETS A SECOND TO BREATHE--

her typing is much better]

It does but most of the electricity is still out. I know nothing about technology but if you can fiddle with it, feel free.

Regardless, thank you. I will be visiting the hospital on occasion.

action; ic: 3/19

[masakados]

[Naoki's taken to wandering about-- hardly a surprise, considering how his lifestyle tends to be generally. He doesn't feel the same unease that many people have been feeling, that he's been able to sense since they all ended up here. He's used to being thrown into unpleasant situations.

So when he comes stumbling out of the foliage into a clearing, spying a sad little campfire, he blinks in surprise and looks around.]

[colonially]

[The owner of said sad little campfire is a somewhat soggy blond picking through what rather damp firewood that he's managed to collect.

So he's not used to jungles. He's trying. And managing, but fire at least is confounding him. He looks up at the sound of approach, standing up straight and bringing his armful of twigs and branches over. The familiar face earns a smile.] Naoki!

[Well hello welcome to his campsite.

It's a bit pathetic.]

[masakados]

[Naoki's eyebrows raise up further.]

Quatre. This your place? [Temporary place. Jungle place. He wanders toward the campfire and looks down at it, one of his hands swaying at his sides before he cups his fingers slightly.]

Looks like your fire needs a little boost.

[Fire flickers to life around his fingers.]

action; 4/2

[masakados]

[KNOCKA KNOCKA

There's someone at Quatre's door who is just giving off the nicest mix of bad emotions like worry and anxiety and all right there is a tiny pinprick of good feeling in there.

There's nothing not to like about unexpectedly dropping in on friends, right? He hopes. He should've called first. At least texted. Gah. He's gotten used to just doing stuff, thanks to Yang.]

[colonially]

[Nonsense, Naoki! Friends are always welcome to drop by, and Quatre is at the door quickly. Curious because he wasn't expecting company. His face lights up when he pulls it open and see Naoki though, even if the expression falters ever so slightly a moment later when it's pretty obvious that Naoki's not exactly in the best of sorts.]

Naoki! This is a nice surprise. [He steps back.] Come in? [And then because well, it's the obvious question.] Come in?

[masakados]

Hey. Not too much of a surprise, I hope?

[He does give him a smile, as though to deflect what Quatre can pick up on his emotions. It's an odd feeling. He feels like he's the one on the other side of this most of the time.

But, since Quatre's allowing him inside, he'll step in, polite as anything, giving a cursory curious look around him.]

this is probably action

[cannonades]

[ He hasn't had the faintest idea what to do about these chocolates from Otome.

For several days he's been just. Keeping them. They're still in the bag he'd gotten them in, because he felt like if he took them out the box would be visible and it'd be more of a reminder that he should really do something about it. But no matter what solution he thinks of, it seems so...awkward. Trowa can count on one hand the times he's had chocolate before– it amounts to once.

Even then, it'd been something military issue, standard chocolate bar with the breakable pieces. He doesn't even remember the taste, come to think of it. Looping back through the conversation with Otome, he should've told her he can't eat it. Too late for that now, he's stuck debating whether he eats them all himself or shares them with the other two pilots. Somehow, the first option seems gluttonous. The second? He'd have to explain where he got them.

Because while he could potentially gloss over that factoid for a while, one of the other pilots will inevitably ask. Trowa is sure of this.

The idea of eating all of the chocolates, though, makes him feel even worse. So, he takes the box out of the bag (finally) and upon finding Quatre in the living room, he figures he needs to suck it up. ]

Do you like chocolates?

[colonially]

[Quatre has no idea that there is such a long and involved internal debate going on concerning chocolates. If he'd been aware of Trowa's mental anguish, well, he'd certainly have tried to help.

The blond looks up at the sound of Trowa's voice, a smile finding his features reflexively, before he even consciously realizes it. He pauses in what he's doing (cleaning his violin, making sure that the rosin from his bow isn't collecting too much along the strings and the body).]

Chocolates? [A surprised echo.] I do. [Doesn't everyone? Mostly? But hey what're you getting at here, Trowa? Is this a survey question?]

text; after intro log

[masakados]

Guess who I meeeeeeeet

text

[colonially]

[Wait. What.

Oh. Wait WAIT. Wait.]

Who?

[Smooth, Winner. Very smooth.]

[cannonades]

[ This is probably coming out of left field and he's really not going to think about how some of their last interactions were. ]

Do you have a minute? I have something to ask you.

[colonially]

[Left field is fine. Quatre's always happy to hear from Trowa anyway.]

Of course. What is it?

[...if it has to do with some of their last conversations he is prepared to apologize for having lost his filter entirely.]

voice

[masakados]

Quatre?

[There's a distinct weariness and a thin undercurrent of tension plus a stronger one of concern to Naoki's voice-- blame it on the influx of the ghosts, remaining tiredness from their bursting into the colony. That and worry.

He's a fusser.] Hey, are you okay?

Re: voice

[colonially]

[Well, from one fusser to another, Naoki, Quatre is relieved to hear his voice.]

Naoki. [And he has an idea or two of why the other sounds quite so tired.]

I'm fine. A lot better than quite a few people, I think. What about you?

voice, IC: 5/6

[masakados]

[Nothing's happening right now (inb4 stupid things happen) SO HENCE there's a call with Naoki sounding in good enough spirits.]

Hey, Quatre, you busy today? We should go do something if you're free.

[colonially]

[The calm before the storm is the perfect time to catch up! Excellent. So Quatre sounds in good spirits too.]

Mm-mm. Not at all. I'd really like that. Did you have something in mind?

action

[masakados]

[KNOCK KNOCK]

Quatre, I'm here to kidnap you-- well, I'll need you to actually wanna come along, so maybe not kidnapping, but I'm sticking to that!

[And, oddly, his knocking is punctuated by a BARK today. There may be a rather noodly dog hovering in the air behind him when Quatre comes to answer the door. A dog that's hanging its head over his shoulder and panting. That dog is, uh, red-eyed and probably not your average dog but shh.]

action

[colonially]

I've been kidnapped before, you know.

[Quatre informs him as he makes his way to the door, laughing, even as he pulls it open, though he hesitates at the barking. Did Naoki get a pet?

Oh. OH.

Quatre loves animals, all right? This is exciting. So he opens the door to greet his friend with even more than the considerable enthusiasm he was already feeling.] But since it's you, I'm willing this time.

voice

[masakados]

[He knows that he doesn't really need to tell Quatre. It's different, from letting Hiro know-- Quatre doesn't really know Yang and Ruby, apart from what Naoki's told him about them. There's no necessity to informing him, no pressing need.

It's a little harder to face the truth of it, that he's contacting Quatre for his own sake. Right now, his emotions are unstable, his mind is a mess, everything feels strange, and Quatre's the only person who he feels like he can talk with. So he...

Calls. Even against something that tells him not to, he does. He doesn't even have it in him for a simple 'hello':]

Quatre, they're-- gone. Yang is... and Ruby. They're both gone.

Voice

[colonially]

Naoki...

[He murmurs quietly. The pain in the words is really clear, and he's immediately worried for his friend. He doesn't know what he can do, but he does know he doesn't want to leave Naoki alone just now.

He's already moving as he asks,] Where are you right now?

[Because Quatre is coming.]

action; ic: 6/16ish

[discard]

[So the fact of the matter is that even Leon has to do shopping in a place like this. He doesn't have maids for that sort of thing anymore, and he's gotta deal with this sort of menial labor now.

It's strange.

Strange, and he's not sure he likes it, but here he is in one of Cerealia's ridiculously sized supermarkets, one of the ones that is multiple floors (are all of them that way? He's beginning to think they are), and he takes the elevator solely because he has too many bags to take the stairs and he doesn't really have the chance to see who else is there--

And it feels like the elevator has only just begun to move when it stops.

And doesn't move again.

Ah.... it's jammed.]

[colonially]

[Quatre is glancing down at his list as the elevator door opens and closes. He's a gundam pilot, mind, so he's aware enough to know that someone else has stepped onto the elevator, but there's no sense of threat at all. Still he looks up, notices the familiar figure and offers a smile even if he doesn't think he's being paid attention to.

Which is fine.

So it's really only when the elevator stops suddenly that he really pipes up. He sets down his list and his basket before stepping in closer to Leon and the door.]

...is it stuck? The lights are still on, so it's not the power... [Huh. Well. This is unfortunate.]