Eye of the storm [Backdated and open open open]
Who: Anyone!
What: Everyone and their shellshocked neighbors. Chatting, chattering, playing cards. Recovering from wounds. Seeking safety in numbers. Meeting others in the calm at the middle of the war. Quicklog. Tag anywhere.
When: Ever since Matsuri marked some windows. Backdate to whenever this week you like.
Where: The warehouses.
[There are people scattered across the echoing warehouse, doing their best to get comfortable on the cold, hard floor.
Some thoughtful guys brought a few blankets, and there's a couple bloodstained stretchers left from some other poor schmos. Plus the people from the clinic have a station set up over there.
Every now and again there is a rumble from outside, or an explosion, or a scream. Once something hit the warehouse wall with enough force to dent. But for the most part the noise does not come TOO close.
Friendly beasties hop by the front door every few hours, often with bedraggled refugees in tow.]
What: Everyone and their shellshocked neighbors. Chatting, chattering, playing cards. Recovering from wounds. Seeking safety in numbers. Meeting others in the calm at the middle of the war. Quicklog. Tag anywhere.
When: Ever since Matsuri marked some windows. Backdate to whenever this week you like.
Where: The warehouses.
[There are people scattered across the echoing warehouse, doing their best to get comfortable on the cold, hard floor.
Some thoughtful guys brought a few blankets, and there's a couple bloodstained stretchers left from some other poor schmos. Plus the people from the clinic have a station set up over there.
Every now and again there is a rumble from outside, or an explosion, or a scream. Once something hit the warehouse wall with enough force to dent. But for the most part the noise does not come TOO close.
Friendly beasties hop by the front door every few hours, often with bedraggled refugees in tow.]