Backdated to 19th, immediately following broadcast

[silno_pyanstvo]

[She wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. There was very little she could think right now, because things were making sense, falling into place and everyone in town was learning the same things. And they were things she had hoped weren't true

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[legberjack]

[ Giriko is hovering around, as he tends to do, his face forced into an even stare. Unfortunately, he was never a very good actor - past his cute, female face, his eyes were undeniably tired. How long were they going to keep pulling this bullshit?

How the hell was he supposed to protect anyone from a goddamn bomb? If it was even real?

Clearing his throat from behind Roshian, he speaks, joking to hide his own concerns. ]

Oi. How about a translation, woman? Seems like you'd know better than anyone, right?

[silno_pyanstvo]

Is just song. Old one. From Union.

[She's too calm]

[legberjack]

So, what? You just gonna let yourself get broken up, like that other shitty town?

[silno_pyanstvo]

Roshian can do nothing.

[legberjack]

You really that scared? Ain't the first time the radio's pulled this shit, you know.

[silno_pyanstvo]

Is nothing to be afraid of. [There's nothing.]

[legberjack]

So, what? You just sit around, actin' all like there's nothing wrong, mumbling the song or whatever to yourself, and you expect me to think everything is fukkin' peaches?

What, you think I'm stupid, woman?

[silno_pyanstvo]

Will need to prepare for whatever happens next. Is pity we had not planned ahead.

[legberjack]

[ A grunt - as much as Giriko avoids and kids and worries, he can put on his serious face, ever so rarely. ]

We got more hands workin' than you even know, woman.

[silno_pyanstvo]

Good.

[legberjack]

Tch. That's all you got to say? --Fukkin' figures, don't it? Like you ever got anything to say!

Hmph.

[ Giriko stretches for a minute, cracking his neck, and stares at the other woman. She'd dealt with this sort of thing before, right? Right? Shit, like he hadn't, but if she really was who she said she was...

Tch. Like that matters.

No matter what she said, no matter the proof, that shit would never really matter. Not to him. He'd said enough words, himself - promises that always turned up empty, vows that the town kept him from keeping. No, all the damn words in the world wouldn't fix shit, would it? Instead, with a heavy-lidded gaze, the chainsaw-woman walked up behind Roshian, and simply placed a strong, reassuring hand on his woman's shoulder.

No matter what, he's here. If she's going to hide, fine! Whatever. But he's still here.

He ain't a man just to leave, right? ]

[silno_pyanstvo]

[A hand goes up to meet his, but she doesn't turn to face him. She doesn't feel like it.

What if they're dead? All of them, all of her people outside the boundaries of this town could be dead and she doesn't even know.

She's never felt less like a nation, never wanted to feel her people's pain before, to feel them dying in war.]

What are your plans?

[legberjack]

I got shelter going, is what.

[ Golems and the runt, toiling away at the backyard and the basement, to make a shelter. Part of it stung at his pride, to run away - but then again, half of winning is knowing when to retreat.

As much as he hated to admit it, more than fighting, Giriko knew about hiding, keeping low, and running away. Survival.

What the fuck is he supposed to do against bombs, anyway? SHIT.

His grip tightened on Roshian's shoulder. ]

[silno_pyanstvo]

[Her shoulders tighten, and she draws herself up a little taller with a breath.]

If bomb is dropped on Mayfield, shelters will be useless.

[legberjack]

Shit, woman! What the fuck do you want me to say, huh? I'll just follow you into the dark, or whatever? Yeah! Great.

If you're going on about that, shit! Joke's on you, woman, I'm still ahead of the game, because we'll still have graves. Where else do you expect anyone to go, huh?

[silno_pyanstvo]

Roshian was simply making a comment.

[Unruffled, calm, emotionless.]