The Deadland

[ Yoshitsugu has scarcely been asleep for 3 hours when the noise begins. The sounds of things being knocked over, broken, homes being torn apart. The house he and Mitsunari have taken over is intact, but if the ruckus next door is any indication of what is to come, he’ll have to do something about this. He rises from bed with some effort and manages to get himself onto his palanquin without assistance. Yoshitsugu is largely unsurprised to see that Mitsunari is still sound asleep on the floor once his eyes adjust to the darkness. Yoshitsugu watches him for a moment;  the rise and fall of his chest is still familiar despite everything else being changed. It is almost… A word flutters through his mind, but he willfully ignores it in favor of a new series of crashes and thumps. Whatever is making the noise is closer now, and he moves to the front of the house and looks out the window.  It strikes him as odd that he hadn’t seen or heard so much as a bird yesterday, and now there’s a pack of animals wreaking havoc on the street they’ve taken up on. Yoshitsugu is about to go outside and deal with this when there’s a loud crash at the back of the house, close to the bedroom.  How Mitsunari can sleep through this he cannot imagine. He heads back to the bedroom and nudges Mitsunari with one of his beads. ]

[ You know what they need more of? Guns. Well, everything is what they need more of, but Lightning is feeling a little antsy without some kind of weapon weighing down her holster. The moment they all split up to search the areas around Mercy, she heads to the bizarrely familiar police station. She's been through enough cycles that she can rely on the push-tug of lost memories, so when she slips inside and goes immediately for the weapons lockers further inside the building, she doesn't question how she can guess where they are. It's just convenient. ]

[ She leaves the station door open, because if she's the only one who thought of this, they're in a worse situation that they think. Cornelia may want to monopolise supplies, but that's a little short-sighted. If something happens to them, what'll the next lot do for weapons? Anyway, once she's found a burst rifle, she's satisfied. It even fits her holster, almost. Add a baton and she's set. ]

[ And then she hears movement nearby. ]

... Hey. Someone there?

The town square is silent.

Cornelia paces, waiting for people to show up. She thumbs the hunting knife she'd picked up from a house near where she had woken up. Should any troublemakers appear, she was prepared-- unless, of course, they appeared with a gun. The city was too big to explore alone; too dangerous to wander the streets aimlessly. So that's why she doesn't have one herself. The only reason she didn't go to pick anyone up so they didn't have to traverse alone was because that would be setting herself up for an ambush. For a similar reason she waits off to the side of the square, concealed behind a food vendor, rather than sitting in the middle.

Trusting these people could be her downfall-- so she won't trust until they've proved themselves. But they're largely children. And she thinks of her late sister because of that. Euphie wouldn't want these people to go around alone in a place where any danger could be lurking. So that's her primary motivation in doing this. It's a mixture of that and the wholehearted desire to go home, to find the answers of this place. Cornelia knows returning home could be impossible with or without help, but she isn't about to give up on that hope. So she seeks help, because her chances are higher that way.

She scans the surrounding areas, alert. If that false Zero were to appear before her, she thinks, child or not-- she would destroy him. Anger swells once again, a sort of madness and hysteria that she finds unbecoming in other people. Cornelia breathes.

[ ooc: Mingling post! Starter in prose, please don't hesitate to switch to action. Cornelia isn't going to be coming out of the shadows until there are a few people there/ someone she knows appears, so please interact among yourselves!

Speaking at the Square
At the Apartments ]

[ Beep. Beep. Beep beep beep. Shuffling, the sound of fabric brushing against the microphone. More beeping. Someone has no idea what the fuck they're doing with the radio. ]

What in the world is this infernal device...!! Squeaking and hissing like some sort of vile hellspawn! I--

[ Next comes a ton of beeping. Beep beep beep beep beepbeep beep. He's obviously yelling at the radio and getting cut off a lot by the button press. When he speaks next it seems as though he's raged himself out. There is obvious hostility in his tone but it is not of the previous sort. And evidently he's also missed the previous broadcasts. ]

I was told this would allow me to speak with others, through what wizardry I cannot imagine. So. Is anyone there?