zestien - Destruction

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[A] - 1447 Mitchell Rd.

[Holland is slowly, slowly waking up amidst rubble.  Once he gets past the disorientation of not waking in bed, of not feeling rested and realizing he'd passed out . . . he's going to look for others.  Canada, he knew, was droned, and he feared the worst for her, unable to really defend herself.  He knew Hilda was much more

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[a_gentle_boy]

[Perhaps not surprisingly, Lucas is taking the same path. In the opposite direction. He'd assured his family that he'd be right back when he'd taken off running along the ruined roads.

Despite the wreckage, he looks more or less unharmed. The nice pajamas he'd gotten from the UFO are torn, but that's from overexertion more than anything.]

Mr. Netherlands! Miss Canada!

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[Yes. He'll turn around fast, so pleased to hear that voice. He almost gives a smile.]

[a_gentle_boy]

[Lucas has no qualms about bounding straight into a hug.]

...I'm glad you're alright.

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[And he gives really great hugs.]

I knew you'd be all right.

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[kleinefurstin]

[She's been wandering around, trying to figure out how the next few days--or even just hours--are going to go.

It's good to see someone she recognizes, at least] Have you been able to find anything?

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Liechte?

. . . mostly burned junk.

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I see.

[ there's not much else to be said about that.] Do you know what happened?

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No idea.

. . . if you want, you could stay with Canada and me.