MarinaNova Asylum

[ Hey, look who has not made his own public network post in a literal month. If anything was going to shake this boy into action, this whole sudden move was going to be it. And he is trying to stay calm. Emphasis: trying. ] Hope everyone's friends are safe with all this going on. [ Curious: ] If they didn't make it here, you think they got home, or are they back in the other dome...?

[ He hides his concern well by sounding irritated. ] Did anyone new make it in with us? Anyone see someone who was already here when we woke up?

[ A grumble. ] And how come no one's bothered to talk about the damn engineers and their bragging? [ Publicly, that is. ] We should be looking for them. Try and get some answers. I've got a few fists words saved up for them.

[ Touma heaves a heavy sigh. There is a change in his tone and the way he speaks. It's an out-of-place softness. ] ...anyway. You'd all better be okay. [ Meaning those people who know and recognize his voice; his friends. Some of whom he wasn't done saying things to. All that done, he hangs up to wait for replies. ]

[Private to Kitty Pryde]

[You know, he really was through with bugging you. He didn’t have plans to show up uninvited anymore, he wasn’t going to harm your stick thin little boyfriend. No more chitchat just for the sake of getting you to talk. Though he likes your voice. Not that that matters right now.

What matters is he is dying for a cigarette.

He made it this far into the night without any, and he really preferred not to ask Lacus for the pack despite her offer. Which now seems to have been a stupid idea, in retrospect. But there’s you, Kitty, who despite it all-- and oh, and isn’t there a lot--that he dials up at this hour. Maybe because of it all.

Or maybe just because he likes your voice. Let’s say that.] You've got a spare cigarette laying around, don't you?


[ETA: Private to Catherine]

[After that (above) conversation with Kitty went so well, and a little later into the night, Tyki's come to find his options particularly nonexistent. If he wants a smoke tonight. So he goes to his next option, and failing that he'll return to the first.

He calls her up, shifting on the bed with his shirt hanging open. He did manage to get changed out of that jumpsuit, something he doesn't consider a waste regardless of whether he can convince company to join him that night.] Hey, love. What do you say to a late night rendezvous?

[All of Saya's remaining belongings fit easily in her arms as she walks with Hei across the pristine and unfamiliar Sector 3. The sakura trees lining the streets make her blink back images of Japan. Riku and her father tossing a baseball, Kai's bike parked in the shade. Running on the high school track with Kaori. Even before she arrived here, that life was gone.]

[And now, another was behind her. Diva was gone, as was the cheery apartment Saya once shared with Jeanne. She hadn't been there in weeks, not since Hei promised himself to her, but it had been -- comforting, in a way, that it was there. Saya sometimes arranged her patrols so she could walk past, strain to hear the echoes of laughter from yet another baking disaster.]

[Now, there's nothing left of Jeanne at all. Or Diva. The only bit of stability she has is walking beside her, silent as ever.]

[Saya is never certain about Hei's silence, but it doesn't especially matter. He's made promises she won't let him take back, and so whatever place he finds will be hers as well. She's not two steps behind as he ducks into one of the apartment buildings and finds an open one on the ground floor, near the back.]

[Saya stands in the doorway long enough to shed her shoes, and then follows him inside.]

((OOC: aaaand let's go ahead and preemptively warn for adult themes. Just in case.))