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*Nana blinks lightly, then looks back and up to Mastema to see his expression. So Thanatos' birthday had come and gone already? So had her own actually, once Nana realizes how late into the year it is, though it couldn't really be considered a birthday but her day of activation. Then what of Mastema? When was his birthday? Had it already passed, or was there still some time before it arrived? Nana would have to discover that bit of information, one way or another*

>.>

Hmm? His birthday was last week? Hnn... I'll have to say something to him the next time he gets back then.

*Nana had actually been so busy on that day, that she had forgotten her own personal celebration. She could just tell Mastema next year when her "day of activation" came around again. As for asking Mastema when his birthday was, that would depend on what she was thinking at the time. Right now Nana was thinking about Thanatos and the children, so when Mastema's birthday was, wasn't at the front of her mind*

>.>

*Nana would stay with Mastema just the way she was, as long as he would let her. In the meantime Trilla and Micha had gotten onto the elevator and started down the tower inside of it, after Trilla briefly waved to Proto as she and Micha were waiting for the elevator to reach level ninety-eight again. Just where the two would wind up once outside of the tower, would be up to Trilla as she was again dragging Micha around with her. The boy needed to learn the meaning of the word fun, but not knowing what Trilla had in mind, if she had anything planned at all in her annoyed huff was uncertain*

Trilla: --_--

Micha: . . .

*The ride down in the elevator would generally quiet, especially since Micha made for poor conversation. Once on the ground floor, and then out the door, Trilla looks back to Micha and then off to the east. Perhaps Trilla wanted to go and see Zeph again, but was he even in the citadel right now?*

Trilla: >.> Does Micha think Zeph wants to play with us?

Micha: . . .

*Micha looks off to the north, something Trilla notices a minute later once she turns back to Micha*

Trilla: <.< Micha wants to go that way? Hnn.... ok!

*With a direction plotted, Trilla and Micha start northward. Eecheb was also in the north somewhere, but as of yet the boy had given no indication as to where in the north of the citadel he was*

*After winding around buildings and other decomposing structures for a good hour or so, the pair walk by a rather large and dirty chrome wearhouse. The large doors seem to be open all the way and even on the other side so you can see straight though the structure. Now, Trilla and Micha would have passed right on by if Trilla hadn't spotted something when she looked randomly at the warehouse's direction, a tipped over can on paint*

Trilla: o.o ! || Micha! Micha! Lets go in there, look paint!

*Trilla only knew what paint was, since Nana had helped paint her section of her shared room. Several tones of red is what Trilla had on her walls, and from where she was standing she couldn't quite make out the paint color, plus it was dark inside the building. Trilla tugs Micha along behind her and into the big empty building*

Micha: . . .

*Looking around, Trilla can barely make out a neatly stacked pile of paint cans. There are three or four knocked over like in the middle of the wearhouse, these paint cans are also dried into place and some of the colors had mixed a bit. Trilla starts to trot over to get a closer look, while Micha still refuses to move from where he was left*

Micha: . . .

Trilla: o.o ?

*Upon closer inspection of the paint, one would find it to be external latex pain for painting houses. More than likely a place for the old residence of the east and north, to buy paint to protect their homes exteriors. There were several colors but one couldn't make them out until the lids were opened and they were sealed up tight. The child looks around for something to try and pry the lids off so she can see inside the cans*

Trilla: .__. Hnn.

Micha: . . .

*Eecheb had kept relatively quiet since he had finally gotten out of the central tower. Perhaps he thought that if he were found, then he'd be brought back right away. Just where he was, still wasn't exactly known but all three of the children may have been in the same general area*

*Trilla looks all about but never notices a cro-bar little more than a few feet above her, more than likely because it was on a workshelf that was too high for her to reach anyhow. Already the child was becoming frustrated, as she couldn't open the lids with her hands and she couldn't find anything to open them with either. In despiration Trilla calls out to Micha to help her out, if he could and if he wanted to were another matter*

Trilla: gonk Micha! He---lp Trilla~! Trilla can't open it...!

*The girl would continue to look about for something to use, finally getting up then trotting along inside the warehouse to see if she could find something that looked like it could work. In the meantime Micha did actually look in Trilla's direction when she called for help. After she started running about, looking for tools to pry the lids off the paint cans, Micha slowly started making his own way over to the same said cans. Silent as death that child was, as he plodded along slowly without care. The boy would be at the cans in about a minute or so at his current pace, maybe a few seconds longer. As for Eecheb, destination unknown*

Micha: . . .