A Tisket, A Tasket, A Mystery Casket [closed & bendytimed]

[anwei]

The City looked like a cake that was starting to crumble around the edges; the dust of ruined buildings drifting in the streets like sand. Anwei coughed as she walked, and tried not to imagine what would happen if the City lost gravity. How many of these houses and temples and castles were being held together only by their own weight right now?

She'd been searching in a desultory fashion for a potential place to live, but so far every building that had looked promising either had no electricity or had been tagged by Maintenance for demolition. With no firm goal in mind, she let her feet steer her to Howard's warehouse. He might know what areas had electricity and which didn't, from his scavenging.

"Hello!" she called as she walked up. She didn't want to startle him. "Anyone home?"

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and bendied liekwhoa!

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

Howard's in the Warehouse doing his 'spring cleaning', and by that he means removing all the explosives Zouichi told him how to identify from his stacks and stacks of things. He unlocks the five locks of the front door and opens up.

"Hey, Maw."

Since Anwei left, the Warehouse has evolved from cluttered to dangerously stuffed with things, now less a product of preparation than the symptom of a burgeoning hoarding disorder. Towers of newspapers and furniture and labeled boxes reach up to the ceiling. A dismantled TV is strewn on the floor. At some points it's not even possible to walk on the floor, but on plastic boxes. Thankfully Howard doesn't live here anymore. It's solely for storage.

"Come on in." He likes Anwei, so she gets exclusive invites into his lair. "You looking for something?"