Five knitted... bio-hazard suits?

[grimmdark]

Action, around Mayfield. Open to anybody.

[Well, dammit Mayfield.

Rose really didn't have much in the way of a plan about what to do for Thanksgiving, but her options are sorely diminished now aren't they? All that is left to do is wander around the wreckage and try to find familiar faces. She trusts her mother and John's father will take care of themselves; up to the point they had to fight Noir they were holding up pretty well on their own, not to mention it would look pretty bad if she tries to take care of them anyway. What she wants to do is find her friends...and her supposed girlfriend too. Specially her. The lack of phone lines is really irritating, and the added disappearance of her wands isn't making things any easier.

So if she could run into somebody, anybody, she would feel a thousand times better. Not that it shows how bad she feels, nope.]

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[pokeay.livejournal.com]

[ Being next door neighbors, Dia recognizes her face from seeing her time to time - he doesn't know her personally, but there's nothing like a disaster to bring people together. ]

Um... you live on Miller Street too, right - ? Are you doing alright?

[grimmdark]

[Oh hey, it's you. The guy...that guy.]

Indeed I do. Or did. I'm as fine as I can be. What about you? I'm Rose by the way.

[pokeay.livejournal.com]

I'm doing alright... it's good to see others are managing decently as well. [ ... ] Oh, right - I'm Dia! And, um... I used to live across the street from you.

[ though obviously, the house has seen better days. ]

[grimmdark]

Dia, nice to meet you then. I think I have seen you before, but my streetside manners seem to have been diminished since I arrived town.

[There's also the fact she never had neighbors.]

I hope we can get along once this is all said and done.