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[Misa is obviously freaking out a little. He eyes are wide, she's breathing fast, and she is newly blonde since she last appeared on the network. But her latest echoed change isn't anything that's visible.]

The lights over Tokyo— something is happening, I'm going home. If anyone is coming and needs a place to stay, my apartment is open to you. It's not very big, but I'll make room for anyone who needs it. Bring a sleeping bag or air mattress if you can. Private message me for the address, and if you have a doppelganger either do it in person or by phone. I don't want any uninvited guests showing up.

[[ooc: feel free to handwave Misa giving your character this information, as long as they are not a doppelganger and we have some previous CR.]]

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Who: Misa and ALL THE PEOPLE
What: Crash at Misa's one-bedroom apartment during insanity in Tokyo. SLUMBER PARTY. There will be separate header threads for different weeks, plop your person anywhere.
When: April 10-28
Where: Tokyo, Misa's place

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[Memorizing the directions to heart, he glances in the direction she's pointing. Stefan can't quite see it, but he'll take her word for it. He winces sympathetically at the five miles. It's not a distance he's keen on running, either - but desperate times call for desperate measures, right?] Sounds good.

Um... [His face turns red as he gestures towards the route and bends his knees, in order to properly scoop her up.] It's okay if, I um... [Actually, should he ask if there's no other way? Without another word, he turns into a blur, scooping her up and running in the direction she's indicated.

Once he's certain they've run five miles, he slows down and comes to a halt before an apartment building. There's still smoke around it, but it can't be hers, right? His face is even more flustered as he inhales sharply to catch his breath. Maybe he should've asked first.]

[Misa has no idea what Stefan is suggesting— she is about to ask, but suddenly she is being whisked off her feet instead. She shrieks and grabs onto his shoulders for dear life as he carries her faster than should be at all possible. Is this really happening? Stefan had said he didn't have any powers when they met! Obviously that has changed, unless he was lying then.]

[Without any sense of how far they have traveled, Misa is caught off guard once again when he comes to a halt. It takes her a minute to absorb their surroundings and realize that Stefan has found his way to just in front of her apartment. Shaking, she makes no move to let go of him or be put down. She'll need a little more time than that to come to terms with what has just happened and trust herself to stand on her own two feet.]

Good to know. So who do you go after?

[He definitely should've asked first. Stefan glances at the apartment building, then at Misa, before he smiles apologetically at her.

At this point, he's supposed to say something to break the silence. He's almost certain of it. Stefan just holds her, trying not to let guilt overwhelm him as he (finally) regains his composure.]

Sorry. That whole... thing kinda came back recently.

[Misa takes several deep breaths before she can even attempt to speak.]

You just... ran all that way?

[Though the evidence is all around her, she has a hard time wrapping her mind around it. Misa turns her head to look at the building before them again. Yes, that is definitely her apartment, and she knows they were miles away just minutes ago. It's a lot to take in. Her attention goes back to Stefan, and it finally seems to dawn on her that she is being held in his arms (judging by the light flush that colors her features).]

A little warning, next time! Since when can you do this?!

[Misa's eyes widen as a familiar feeling thrums through her chest, and suddenly something cold is pressed against the flat of her stomach. She can't help an involuntary shudder, but she does manage to keep herself from either screaming or ripping her shirt off to figure out what in the hell has materialized beneath it. With the words that triggered this echo, it can't be good.]

I-I need to go.

[She stands up abruptly, a hand pressed her abdomen to make sure whatever is there stays there, and makes a beeline for her room.]

[cringing:] Yeah.

[His face turns even redder than before - and it probably matches a tomato nicely at this point. God, can he melt into a puddle somewhere? He definitely, definitely should've asked (and like an actual gentleman too).] Since uh, a couple of weeks ago? Not... super long or anything.

It's still a kitchen, even if it's small. Hajime definitely perks up at the sight of it and goes to wash his hands. Force of habit when he's about to start cooking. "What can't I cook is the better question." He'll start rooting around to see what ingredients he could find. "If it's Japanese food, I can cook it."

You could have told me.

[Grumbled under her breath. But really, Misa isn't one to talk about withholding powers right now. She tentatively loosens her vice-grip on his shoulders.]

You can, ah... put me down now.

He'd heard the water running when he'd let himself in, but there hadn't been anyone else around. The apartment was small. It looked like it had just been vacated. Cesar took off his shoes, listening for any sounds that might indicate a third person in the apartment. Had there been some text that he missed?

The note on the table said otherwise. A food run? Well, that was promising. He put the note back down and sat himself down next to it, taking his laptop from a sturdy bag over one shoulder. If he had some time to focus anyway, then it was just as well that he go over some of what he'd recorded today.

The bathroom door eventually opened. Cesar turned with an easy smile, ready to snap back forward if it turned out they weren't decent--okay, no, there were pants. White hair, too, and sculpted muscles--wait, was that Tony?

Cesar's eyebrows shoot up, and he raises a hand to grab his attention. It's been maybe a month (a month or few?) since they'd last seen each other face to face, and it's clear that time has been very kind to the young man. Thank goodness, it wasn't as though he could use anything more piling up on him--

Cesar intakes air sharply through an open mouth, and his eyes have found Tony's healthy, unscarred eye.

The eye is undamaged.

Where there should be nothing but a disfigured socket is a filled eyelid, with a piercing eye staring back at him. When did this happen? How did it happen, and could it be repeated?

Does this mean that now that this is healed, then at least one more horrific scar from Cesar's actions is gone?

The house was emptying out when he'd gone into the shower, the others couldn't have been gone more than a few minutes when he'd finished, but it was quiet. Because of that he didn't worry about the eye patch, or a shirt, but he'd overestimated the silence.

He freezes at who he does find instead. Welp. Guess that cat's out of the bag. He'd have played it off casual and tried to cover it up were it not for Cesar's rather intent reaction.

Yes he definitely is staring at his conspicuously healed eye, isn't he? "Uh,"

Smooth, Tony, you don't sound uncertain at all. "Heeeyyy..." Don't mind him, Cesar, last time he saw your face in person it was melting from acid. Wow, he sure wasn't expecting this meeting to be as shocking as it is. Someone should definitely say or write something before the tension becomes unbearable.

Cesar's chair scrapes, and he's standing and walking towards the man, looking from the eye to Tony's shocked stare. The second gets far less attention than the first, and Cesar points at his own eye, question written all over him: 'What happened?'

He taps the finger on his cheek for emphasis, eyes swinging to him to check for understanding. As though hoping it might help, he pulls his hands down for a brief flurry of signs, all of which would be spelling his question more clearly if Tony knew their meaning.

What the hell is going on? How did he fix it? Is this even Tony, is that why it looks perfect now? He can't even find a hint of scarring, and he knows exactly what he's looking for. Tony had been blind. So how...?

The gestures are enough. While Tony may not understand sign language specifically, he knows what the questions must be just by Cesar's frantic gesturing alone. After all, what else would it be?

"Well you see funny thing... It got better?"

He gives a grand, sweeping shrug and the most awkward of grins because that's not answering the question at all and he knows it. Stranger yet there are no scars. Not a single one anywhere on him. Cesar was certainly aware he'd undergone surgery to correct internal bleeding, that would have left a nasty scar. There had been beatings, broken bones, and yet not a trace on his skin. Not even the small ones you'd expect on a person who had led a fairly rough and tumble life, or hell a life at all.

Unnaturally scar-free, one might even say.

I think so. [It's not his first time making it, but it's certainly his first time making it for a crowd of people.] I can't really speak Japanese either, man.

Misa helps with translating, but after the first couple of visits, I know how much things cost and where to find them. [He's also not shabby with languages, but he's a bit more modest about that important lifeskill.

He steps aside once the soup's done, turning the stove off and motioning for Tony to help himself.] Let me know if it needs anything.

Tony had stuck around to continue to help with clean up efforts, hindered somewhat by the language barrier he was still quite useful in removing rubble and clearing roads for the professionals to get through. But that was exhausting work, so it was nice of Misa to offer her place for a brief rest and refill before heading back out.

On one such return he was beelining for the kitchen (Tony lives off his stomach you know) when he realizes he's just stepped over Nathan laying on the floor. He pauses, the fact taking a few moments to long to sink in before he turns around to make absolutely certain that what happened had indeed just happened.

Yep, sure enough, that's Nathan on the floor. Playing with robots. Okay..? "Uh, you alright there? I almost stepped on you."

It's a young man he doesn't recognize. His sudden pause has Cesar reaching for his tablet, and even though it was at least somewhat expected the accent is a relief: all he has by way of translation is whatever he can scrounge up on google. This isn't something he wants to rely on, for obvious reasons.

Typing. He zooms in until the text fills the screen, and Cesar rises to his feet, turning it around. The apartment is too small to have anything very far from the door, but Nathan is still far enough that it might be difficult to read, and Cesar's going to fix this.

The screen will read, 'Hello! My name is Cesar. I am a friend of Misa's from the Network.'

He fights the urge to back up; there isn't any room for that anyway. It's different, it's different, it's different. Stop that.

This isn't the first time he's seen Cesar's face since the kidnapping. But that had been the network. That had been distant. Safe. Now they're alone in the same room. This isn't the double; he knows that. Logically, he should be perfectly secure. He isn't.

Nothing about his expression changes. And his voice comes out flat. "I know who you are, Cesar."

No elaboration, no introduction. He probably should have done at least one of those.

It's good that there are those of them strong enough to help. Nathan burns himself out after a single diplomatic meeting. Which, to be fair, such a meeting is impressive for him to have participated in at all, the quiet and nervous creature that he is.

But he's out of that awful suit, doesn't have to worry about keeping his hair neatly combed, and Misa has been generous enough to return the toys. He can relax, as much as someone like him is capable.

He notes the shadow passing over him, but pays it no mind until Tony speaks. Not even bothering to look up, he lands the robot he'd been passing through the air. "I am fine. It's alright."

To be fair, Tony sure as hell wouldn't have been able to stand up in front of all of those people. Even if the language barrier wasn't an issue, he'd have frozen up, probably made some really embarrassing squeaking noises, and fled.

Digging through rubble is easy compared to that.

Tony watches, mildly bemused but lacking in any sort of judgement. Mostly confusion, and slight concern, because he knows Nathan's been through a lot lately and Tony's genuinely hoping this isn't some kind of mental breakdown. "Never seen the robots before, that new?"

Oh, Nathan had so very badly wanted to do something like that. Though his version would have been clamming up entirely and shuffling out as soundlessly as possible.

"Yes, I've just picked them up recently." Said in that usual monotone, no sign at all that this is unusual. As far as Nathan is concerned, it isn't. While he's perfectly aware that he hasn't been behaving this way until recently, he doesn't think to question it. Playing with the toys feels natural and calming. Really, he should have brought the ones from home, but he hadn't been thinking of it at the time.

He picks up the other robot; it's this one's turn to fly.

Sorry.

[He sets her down as gently as possible, before turning to face the building.] I didn't think--[He pauses, laughing.] Well, that was kind of it, but I didn't know when to bring it up.

[Misa keeps a hold on his arm for support as he sets her down, still not quite trusting her legs. She has so many questions about this new power and what means, what Stefan is, but they can wait until she finds out what's happening here.]

It's okay.

[She digs through her bag for her keys, fumbling with them a bit before opening the door.]

I'm on the 4th floor. The elevator is... probably safe, right?

[Her voice is uncertain, but it doesn't seem like anything inside the building is broken. Then the lights flicker, making her rethink that assessment.]

The hand washing is encouraging. Misa hasn't stocked up on too many perishable goods, with the way the power has been going in and out, but there are plenty of noodles and various dry ingredients in the cupboards. The refrigerator is limited to eggs, butter and some assorted fruits.

"Really? That's pretty impressive," she says, curious what he will come up with. She is a decent enough cook, but her repertoire is somewhat limited. "Do you cook a lot at home?"

Misa has some concerns about Nathan's recent obsession with these toys, as he probably realized when she took it upon herself to confiscate them prior to his day in parliament. As a young teen he's a little old for this, and as a young teen posing as an older teen it is most definitely too childish. It seems like he's regressing in age under the various pressures that have been thrust upon him, and Misa is starting to wonder if she shouldn't be setting him up with a psychiatrist.

"Hey, Nathan," she says in as gentle and casual a tone as she can muster. "What are you up to?"

[In the kitchen he will find a note on the refrigerator that says 'Help yourself to whatever you need! Restock if you can. Don't eat everything, TONY']

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