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[skirtindanger]

[so, somewhere in one of the streets, there is a girl. she looks a bit confused-- and has been, for a while-- but it's fairly easy to notice she's mostly pretty frustrated. and upon holding up the "weapon" given to her on entry, she mutters one of the (many) reasons why:]

... What am I supposed to do with a fishing pole, anyway?

(ooc: aaaas a

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[skirtindanger]

[... oh

oh what]

What the-- Hey!

[skirtindanger]

... Ayumu.

[broclone]

My time was up. I'm fine with that.

[skirtindanger]

"Up"? You don't mean...

[how do you say "that whole clone thing" without actually having to say it]

[broclone]

Do you want to go somewhere? Maybe we can sit down and find something to drink.

[skirtindanger]

... Yeah. I wouldn't mind that right now.

[broclone]

The establishments here don't accept money. Then again, we don't really have any to begin with.

We have to use our dog tags to get anywhere, here.

[skirtindanger]

Yeah. It's not going to be as easy as collecting tags from others. We'll have to figure out some way to sustain ourselves, too, while still managing to get enough to eventually get out of here.

[broclone]

I think I passed by a bar earlier. There were lights and all. Not exactly something you'd see in an abandoned-looking city.

[skirtindanger]

A bar? You didn't see anything else?

[broclone]

There were empty buildings, a library, and a hotel, I think.

[skirtindanger]

... Is a bar really our only choice? Ugh.

[broclone]

What? The library, again? You should really live in one.

[skirtindanger]

Don't plan on it!

[broclone]

Why don't you suggest some place, then?

[skirtindanger]

It doesn't matter to me. We'll just see where we end up, first.