I'm a Firestarter, Twisted Firestarter...

[npc_kun]

Characters: OPEN
Date/Time: After the fire, Sunday afternoon onwards.
Location: Temporary Housing
Rating: TBA
Summary: Temporary housing has been opened for survivors who are not in need of medical care but whose homes have been destroyed. So if you just want to have your characters chill/argue/angst/be stoic about what has happened, feel free to

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[mythgravenblade]

A watershed over at Wellspring had finally been reached: The flow of survivors had slowed to a trickle, what remained was not saving lives but dealing with the dead, comforting the dying, and followup on the survivors. It wasn't over--for some of the injured, it would never really be over--but it was changing, and Kazahana had told him he was free to leave for that evening.

Yes, she was very sure.

So he had, walking on as if in a dream. Even if the layout of the City Without Walls hadn't changed, he might have been lost still. Cumulative exhaustion hung on him like a monkey on his back--he was tired in every way possible--it made him think oddly, in comfortable circles about nothing at all.

At the elevator, he almost punched the button for Section Three before it occurred to him that his house might not be--in fact, probably was not--livable. He hesitated--even if it wasn't, he needed to confirm it--but then hit the button for temporary, where he knew there were beds available. It might have been foolish and a bit cowardly, but he couldn't deal with a destroyed house right now. Just...he could not.

Someone at the temporary housing caught sight of and evidently took pity on the man in a haze; he found himself holding a blanket and being led to a room and there was an open bed in it...Not even caring that it was still early evening, nor noticing if he had any roommates, he sunk right into the bed and was asleep in moments.

[ooc: feel free to be a roommate, wait for him to wake up, wake him up yourself, or watch him sleep like a sparklepire creeper, or whatever. FUNTIEMS~]