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"Thank you, Ring pop. You're always there when I need hugs."

     Funny how someone who was so graceful on stage could be such a klutz off it, huh?

     It’s a good thing he wasn’t in Megastar Mode, otherwise a tumble like that would make easy headlines. Fortunately, he didn’t stand out much in his civilian attire, so he didn’t have to worry too much about that sort of thing. It didn’t exactly make it any less embarrassing, though. Or any less painful.

    Ugh, someone kill him--

“ Yeah, yeah, I’m fine-- I think my pride’s more hurt than anything else. ” well, except maybe his face. That still hurt quite a bit. All things considered, though, it could be a lot worse. 

“ I guess today’s performances took a bigger toll on me than I thought. I’m sorry you had to see that, Remi. That was really embarrassing. ” 

     Propping himself up, Craig reached into one of his pockets and pulled out what appeared to be a small travel mirror. Flipping it open, he hastily examined his face for damage. No visible cracks, no scratches... Good. 

While he could normally be found in Metro Division, it wasn’t uncommon for Hermit to venture out to other districts as well. Each of them had their own perks, which was was he was in Akusuka right now. He had already read and reread all the books he had back at the junkyard and Akusuka was a great place to pick up some manga. Of course he couldn’t actually buy anything but he could sit in the store and read it.

He was dressed up in the NSR drone that Neon J had hollowed out and placed a lovely seat in. Perfect for some in-store reading. He had done this before, so he knew that a security drone entering the store would get awkward looks. Plus, if the bot stayed too long, the employees would kick him out. He’d just have to read quickly.

Which is why he couldn’t help but feel annoyed when someone was checking out the book he’s had his sights on for a while now. If he had recognized that this was Tila of Team Sayu he wouldn’t be bothered at all, but right now all he knew was that he wanted that book. He waited impatiently, tapping a metal finger against his chassis. Then he began speaking to himself out of habit.

“That’s DJ Subatomic Supernova to you, android. I am the Avatar of the Earth, he who will bring this inferior rock to a higher existence and yet, somehow, we’re still at the phase of my name.”

She's!! Doing this totally by herself and in the middle of the Metro Division.

Rock wasn't banned anymore and she totally got over her stage fright,

so

chilling out someplace.. quiet... ish... to play? Totally acceptable!

The particular song she was playing was, in fact, one originally performed by the Metro's own charter group. She had some little speakers with her , but not set so loud they would bother anyone! In fact, her playing was hardly louder than the repeating commercials on the large screens dotting the Metro.

She was in to her music, though. In her zone... Unaware of the world around her (to not worry about the Looks she was probably getting.)

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What the hell was in the water for this to happen today?! Why on Earth would someone be out here throwing flash bombs at people?!

The war vet knew that an activated flash bomb sounds like and he was quick to pull the artist to the ground and shield him with his robotic body.

"GET DOWN!"

It was a small and amateur flash-bang device, it's damage to sight and hearing could still be pretty bad... He hopes he was able to protect Little Remi enough to not cause him temporary blindness and deafness. He might have a bit of ringing in his ear for a bit though.

J would be fine thankfully. His systems knowing what to expect and shut off his camera and microphones just long enough to not have them damaged.

The NSR drones in the area where quick to apprehend the culprit and send them off the police department while others checked on the civilians around caught in the blast.

Jay stayed low with Remi. He was having trouble fighting off the memories the blast brought crashing into his mind. He was shaking though trying real hard to keep it together. he has to. for Remi's sake.

     Craig could vaguely recall hearing on the news that there would be some heavy snow rolling in, but he didn’t think it would get so heavy so fast. He had to admit, he was a little worried-- he had a curfew, after all ( one of the... Perks of being an underage Charter, one might say ). But he was sure his father wouldn’t want him travelling in this weather anyway. He’d just have to call and explain the situation to him later. 

“ Oh, it’ alright! I can think of worse places to get stranded. ” he’d respond to Remi with a teasing tone, gently nudging him as he observed the cousin’s playful squabble. “ Sofa’s got a point. As long as we’ve got heat and electricity, you won’t hear me complaining. ”

     Still seated on the couch, Craig took a moment to think about what to do. He wasn’t sure how long it would take for the storm to pass, so there was no point in sitting around being bored. Then, he remembered something.

“ Oh! That reminds me-- ” leaping onto his feet, Craig headed to where his bag was, and began digging through it. “ I was saving this for later, but the snow’s got me in the mood for something sweet and warm. ”

     Carefully, he pulled out a diligently-wrapped casserole dish. How’d it fit in there? Who knows! Don’t think about it.