Megaton

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

The door opens on exactly the heat and smell one might expect of a metal-walled, metal-roofed, metal-floored community bathroom in the later part of summer someplace well south of the Mason-Dixon Line. It's something of a mercy that the sun's almost completely down, as the hottest part of the day's been and gone; nevertheless, a certain measure of swelter remains.

One ought to expect that sort of thing here, really. Quite aside from the condition of the Megaton women's restrooms- which are as clean as people with a restricted water supply can manage- an about-face will reveal the nature of the town all too clearly. Given half a chance humans will live absolutely anywhere they can manage it, and here they've managed it in the sides of a massive crater. Everything in sight- everything- is made of metal. Scavenged from somewhere, clearly, and put to hard use immediately, it rather has the look of a junkyard made to disgorge all its larger elements at once.

"The bomb's down there," Ellen says, pointing down towards the center of the crater. "Are you all right?"

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[dancewaterdance]

Demyx makes a totally sad face.

"One more? Please?" he asks as his fingers continue to dance across the strings.

One more and that water will be completely purified.

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle can't quite resist the sad face. "All right, one more song to close things out properly, but then we need to leave."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Someone in the back of the crowd assembled by the Brass Lantern calls out "Encore, encore!" It's been a long time since they had really good entertainment around here, after all.

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle grins at the cries of 'Encore' and waits to see what Demyx is going to do for his final number.

[dancewaterdance]

"Alright everyone! Last one!" Demyx declares, spinning the sitar on its end and bringing it up to start up his last song for the night.

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle hasn't heard this kind of music before. She's listening intently, although she's still keeping an eye on everything that's going on.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Neither has Ellen, who's watching and listening from up above. And neither has anyone else here. This world's been through a lot... but it's never been through the social changes that brought about rock music, let alone any of the styles that descended from it. This/ is utterly new to them all.

[dancewaterdance]

Demyx is more than happy to oblige, bringing music to those that need it most.

A little music can do wonders to strengthen a will, and will means everything.

When the song finishes, he spins his sitar on its end again. "Alright, we can go now."

The water behind him? Is not just purified to before the bomb - it's pre-industrial levels of purity.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Cigarette lighters are a thing of the dim and distant past in this world, and matches are too precious to waste on a moment's tribute; but even in a world this benighted, applause is still applause, and when nearly everyone in a town called Megaton claps, you don't so much hear it as feel it.

This would be what they call a job well done.



[OOC: Thanks for the thread, guys!]