[3] - Like a bomb.

[fthisgetmecigs]

[DAY 1]

[Action: Wee hours in the morning c., what was once 312 Miller St. || Not!Family]

[In the aftermath of the mushroom incident and the whole normal turkey on the doorstep (Of which he was dubious of for at least a few hours upon it's discovery), Badou had been confident nothing terrible would happen anytime soon. How wrong he is as he

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[techno_mancer]

[Quinn had the same idea at the grocery store - though right now he wants a smoke more than he wants food or anything else. Problem is, despite how tall he is, Quinn's stick-thin and about as strong as a stick, too. He doesn't look like he's getting very far.]

[fthisgetmecigs]

[A small sliver of luck seems to have at least graced Badou this day as he spots a familiar blonde at the grocery. That's one patch of nothing left he doesn't need to check today.]

Yo. [Almost casually, like he's taking about the weather. Except that his expression betrays what he's really feeling right now. That sort of on edge look where the worst seems to be happening but you anticipate more. But at least amid that, there's some degree of relief noticeable.] Lookin' for something?

[techno_mancer]

Oh, hey. Somethin' in particular? Not really, more just like anythin' useful.

[fthisgetmecigs]

I don't know if there's any shit here left. [He was sort of expecting at least the grocery store to have stood up a bit better.]

Fuck. [The cloud of cigarette smoke thickens a bit as Badou puffs in agitation until he realizes he has to conserve what he does have.]

Whatever that shit is...Did a fuckin' number here. [Steps back a bit, surveying the damage, before looking at the rubble which he thinks was the canned goods aisle at some point and moving over and attempting to move the debris that looks vaguely liftable. Badou isn't strong by any stretch of the imagination. But if he could tip over a solid wood desk, he can at least see if he can lift a few beams or chunks of wall or metal or whatever.] Might as well see what we've got left.

[pokeay]

Ah, you're alright - ! I was worried... [ - he thinks. The whole searching the ground thing is a little concerning, but at least he's in one piece. ]

Are you looking for something? I can help, if you want.

[fthisgetmecigs]

[If Badou was particularly parental, he'd feel like a dick for not checking up on his not family first. As it were, he's got other things in mind, though he does breath a sigh of relief at seeing Dia up and about.]

Just... Need my...Some cigs. [He realizes how...Unimportant it sounds in the grand scheme of things. The town's gone to hell and you want your cigs? But he doesn't really care right now as he digs in the ashes where underneath a side table once was.]

[pokeay]

Hmm... maybe if there are stores still standing, there will be some there? [ and this, kids, is why we don't get smoking addictions...! Not that Dia really minds. ] Um, but besides that - you're alright, right?

[fthisgetmecigs]

[Oh my god, all things considering, he's marginally better than alright as his fingers grope around something that might have at one time been a rectangular box. He pulls it out. Bingo. A pack of cigs. While the box looks like it's about to fall apart, at least it's contents have survived more or less.]

I'll be better once I get some matches. [Puts an unlit cigarette in his mouth, even the unlit taste of nicotine in his system is starting to calm his nerves.] ... ... I take it this shit ain't something that's happened before here. [A pause. Finally priorities.] Nia...Is she?