This is Radio Nowhere.

[Miria scurries into the Brigid building carrying several bags. She looks around before ducking into the apartment.]

Isaac! I'm home!!

[She starts unpacking various groceries and household items that she stoleacquired on her outting. She's already redone much of the bedroom and is working on redecorating the living room now.]

It's really starting to feel like home!!

[Tohru is making a trip through the shopping district, currently walking the bridge out to Textiles Manufacturing.

She bought a few patterns and thought she might try her hand at making some clothing. Possibly for Ky. After all, he was always going around in those uniforms, and that had to be a little uncomfortable.

She also thought about picking up some knitting supplies as well and knitting herself a new blanket. It would take a while, but it would be nice to have more than one to go around in. Especially if the weather got colder.]

[Ky is just sitting next to the door to his room. Not that he forgot the key or anything, he's just thinking. Primarily about that woman he met (they are not good thoughts), but more about his general situation than anything else.

He's forgotten that he hasn't actually gone into his room yet and is just sitting out in the open. Luckily, he's not the type to talk to himself. So, he just sits there, alone and completely silent.]

[Miria is making a trip through the shopping district. She's carrying several bags, likely full of new clothes, and she seems pretty excited by it. She's humming some song she heard while browsing the radio channels.

It's not often she gets the chance to go on big shopping sprees, but since she doesn't have any costumes for heists, she needed to buy some so that when Isaac finally arrived she would be prepared. Not that she has any idea if or when Isaac will come, but shopping has kept her occupied and out of trouble, which is a blessing when it comes to Miria.]

[John had seen and been to some extraordinary places, but a bundle of islands connected by little rope bridges wasn't something he'd ever come across before. Sure, there'd been those terrible pirate movies where they'd sailed to a nonexistent set of islands in a vaguely-mentioned body of water, but that was...well. He'd read and seen a few things on that computer when he'd had the time, but he'd never thought any of what he'd read or seen could exist on this scale.

As it was, he was thinking of walking around to see what was what as he lit up a smoke and tucked the pack back away inside his jacket.

Any other man might have found it a little hot to be out in a full suit, but if the time he'd spent wearing them in Los Angeles all year round despite heat, humidity, sleet, rain, whatever else, hadn't gotten him to the point where he was more than used to the heat of it, then nothing really would.

He spent a pretty penny on his favourite deodorant, however.

So he made his way from the Hestia building, intent on going wherever the bridges had to take him.]

[Adam was wandering the Restaurant District, shortly post arrival. He had no clue how he got here or why. He'd just woken up in front of a huge ass radio tower. All he had was the key to his new apartment, the letter explaining his situation, and the map. He'd already checked out his apartment, and eventually got fed up of just sitting around doing nothing. Now he was just exploring. If he was going to be living here he'd better know the area. Couldn't go around getting lost the whole time.

Walking about, he knew two things. Looking at the sheer number of restaurants in the vicinity alone, he'd never go hungry. And at least he wasn't in hell anymore.]

[A brief bout of confusion with his new surroundings ended somewhat as he stood outside Room 101 of the Grendel building. He was told he'd have a roommate, which was already something that was grating on him. Not that he was opposed to the idea, simply because his mind defaulted to a worst-case scenario of an infuriating clod sharing living space with him.

Someone like Sol. That would be the ultimate joke, one he would not take well.

Still, rather than act on entering, he simply waited outside, staring at the number.

He'd go in eventually.]

[A blond woman is wandering the arts district, staring at the map she'd found in her hand upon waking up in front of the big black radio tower. Her shoulders were slumped and she was looking a little depressed.]

...Hey, Isaac?

[Suddenly she straightened up, looking very proud and confident, and impersonated a male voice.]

Yes, Miria my dear?

[She slumped forward again, answering the imaginary "Isaac" she was talking to.]

I'm all alone here, Isaac.

[Miria's posture straightened again and she threw her arms out to the sides, spinning around as she impersonated her partner again, gesturing to the various people on the street who were running shops and carts around her.]

You're not alone. Just look around, Miria! There's people everywhere!

[Miria slumped forward again and let out a heavy sigh, shaking her head. She looked at the map, still trying to figure out how to get to the "Brigid" building.]

...But none of those people are you.