Final Destination

The young man making use of the wand is more entranced with where Rain is hiding her phone than trying to find said phone. Ultimately, he doesn't manage to find her hidden cellphone.

The Japanese woman looks over and smiles an almost predatory smile. "There is no agency. We're all that's keeping you safe." She turns back to Sakura and her smile changes to a much more sympathetic and warm expression.

The man helping Stan out pauses for a second and glances around. In hushed tones, he says, "Whatever happened to everyone else seems to have happened to them too. As far as we know, there are no police or military to speak of."

Then, in a more conversational tone, he asks, "Twisted ankle. That sucks. Do you need some ice for any swelling?" He grabs a chair from behind the table and swings it around to Stan's side, putting a hamd on his arm to help support him as he takes a seat. The man's touch is bordering on fridgid... if Stan needed ice, the man could just hold his ankle.

With that, the inprocessing begins.

The blonde woman on the business side of the table addresses Stan, "Hand over any electronics or weapons, a form of ID, and open any handbags for search. Please."

Yuri ignores Rain, focused on her conversation with Sakura, but the man doing the intake says, "Since like 6 o'clock last night, give or take. Fortunately our... boss..." and he glances at Yuri as he says this, "is a man of decisive action. As soon as he realized the problem, he started making decisions and put us to work. It's been a whirlwind of a night though."

When Stan asks who was in charge, the man just winks and hustles off to do something else that needs doing. The woman narrows her eyes for a moment. "Alright, I still need ID."

Yuri smiles. "I was born in Japan, and grew up there. As a young woman, I found my... partner. We travelled quite a bit. Eventually, we made our way to America. I've lived here since.

But no, things aren't normally like this. That said, you needn't worry about immigration. No one will come looking for you.

However... you have not said anything about your phone. We still need it, and ID."

Yuri narrows her eyes at Rain for a moment.

"Alright then." With that, she nods politely to Sakura and heads back into the building, quickly lost in the sea of people.

The two of you are let in as they begin to process the people behind you.

Stan, the blonde woman laughs. "Of course. We aren't keeping ID, just verifying who you are. They want to take electronics -- at least in the short term -- because they are worried an errant post might draw the attention of other survivors who may want to take resources. Makes a certain sense, y'know?"

She writes down some information and hands the passport back.

Amaresh, a man will take down your information and return your passport.

The three of you who haven't been checked with the wand will have it quickly passed over your front and back, and then all four of you are let into the Center House.

There are a lot of people here. A lot. But there is also food and drinks, and they are working on establishing sleeping facilities. It looks like it will be cots and sleeping bags for the most part. Well... sleeping bags at least. There are also some air mattresses, some real mattresses, blankets, even a few beanbag chairs. At the moment, they seem to be doing whatever they can to accomodate the mass of people gathered here.