( A ) [ After everyone wakes up and disperses, Hoshina lingers for a bit longer, sitting on the floor with arms and legs both crossed, just listening to the message on the tape recorder over and over and over. After a bit, he reaches over and switches the damn thing off. ]

So, this is how it’s gonna be.


( B ) [ Now it’s time to explore the house. The first thing he wants to do is get himself armed, and the rest can be taken care of later. When he finds a small stash of weapons, he notably disregards any sort of firearm that might be around, picking up a hunting knife and pulling free from its sheath. He makes a few quick motions with the blade, deft and well-practiced. Seeming satisfied, he clips it to his belt. ]

It’s not much, but it’ll have to do.

[ For now. Anyone caught gawking will get a broad grin, as he motions to whatever else is lying around. ]

If you want the rest, it’s all yours.

[ As soon as they all get settled, or close enough to it, in the stadium, Hoshina lifts a hand like he’s in class. ]

I hate to be a buzzkill— [ there’s literally no buzz to kill, the whole thing’s been pretty grim ] —but we should probably take stock of what we’ve got and figure out how to make it last. This’ll probably be our last safe haven for a while.

[ Alternatively, catch him rifling though some baseball equipment and hefting a bat in his hands, as if testing the weight. ]

Hm.

[ You know the deal. Hit me with whatever, or reach out to me in the discord to plot something if you want! ]