[ Despite the strange arrival, Shoko has an air about her of absolute nonchalance. Zombies, cursed spirits, what's the difference? The circumstances do seem rather dire, but what's the point of panicking or getting ass-blasted about it?
At some point, she does manage to find an ashtray, perhaps somewhere next to an armchair in the living room they all found themselves in, along with a pack with... two whole cigaretts inside. And hopefully a lighter or matches? She's not subtle about the way she pockets one, though the other goes right in between her lips, even unlit. She seems only all too happy to lounge about in said armchair, holding up her bangled wrist and saying outlout to anyone around: ]
What do you think these are for?
[ Later on, once the mysterious blue lava lamp is found, Shoko sits and stares at it. ]
Huh... Doesn't it kind of look like a lava lamp? Groovy...
[ She's going to have an incredibly chill 72 hours here in this house, though out of courtesy or some other reason, she doesn't try to smoke inside. Feel free to catch her reading whatever materials have been left strewn about, taking stock of the medical supplies, and of the water and food that's been found and gathered communally... which, on that note, she'll just go ahead and say: ]
Heeey, no one's going to be an asshole and hoard food for themselves, right?
[ she can think of at least one person who might hoard sweets, but she might as well put that out there for everyone. ]
sewers
[ Eww, the sewers... Shoko isn't very pleased about this, despite having been in the company of similarly awful smells. She's just going to shoot her shot, here, if nothing else to make light of the mood: ]
I don't wanna walk in this stuff... Someone carry me...
baseball
[ Once they've made their way into the stadium, Shoko goes up to the very top of the bleachers, where she sits, staring out to the view beyond of the ruined city. ]
I've wondered about visiting California before, but this is pretty bad, huh?
[ To her credit, once again, she has not yet smoked her two cigarettes, even though it probably would be totally fine out here.
Later, in the merch store, she'll do her fair share of grabbing clothes. Might as well get a bit comfy and have some fun before everything inevitably goes to shit! She comes out of a fitting booth in an unbuttoned baseball shirt, tank top, and shorts. She's traded her Jujutsu High-issues loafers for sneakers, too. ]
How's this? Do I look ready to bitten by a zombie? Oh no, ahaha.
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