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01 :: action/voice

[There isn't even a knock at the door.]

[Homura enters her new living arrangements, courtesy of an Initiative she couldn't scrounge together enough energy to give a damn about, not even acknowledging either of the other tenants or their possessions. If her roommates see her, she doesn't acknowledge them in the slightest; still dressed in uniform, bow gripped tight in hand, all that she means to do is make sure the area is secure. She finds the unoccupied room and claims it, locking the door, and investigating it from every angle for hiding and escape spots. Satisfied, she resumes civilian form, and adjusts the bright red ribbon tied in her dark hair. Now sitting on the edge of the bed, she takes the tablet in both hands; first order of business, see what names are there.]

[Her eyes narrow; her lips thin.]

[To the community at large, she sends a simple message, just in voice, which sounds monotonous and sleepy.]

What did the Initiative not tell us in introduction that we should be aware of?

[But to a select few, she sends a second message, with warmer words spoken no less crisply.]

...we need to meet.

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[ Why.

Why. Honestly, she doesn't even bother to make it private - that would involve paying attention to what Homura says, and all Sayaka cares about is the fact she's here at all. ]

What are you doing back here?

[The harshness is unexpected but doesn't throw her much; that confusion is reserved for 'back here'. She picks her words after a pause, none the less.]

I was brought here, the same as you.

I know that! [ She's not stupi- okay bad argument but she knows this much. ] So you're just gonna pretend you don't remember anything that happened last time?

Neither of us have time for pretending. Say what you mean.

[Her attitude is disheartening. It makes her worry for what Madoka thinks of her, what she did and doesn't remember doing.]

I don't have to explain anything to you.

[ For a moment it looks like Sayaka might just hang up, but... she remembers what happened last time. She can't just avoid Homura forever, and from the little she does know, talking might not be a terrible idea. ]

... But if you're meeting with the others, I'm coming.

No, you don't. [But there might be a tinge more humanity to her next words.] But we are here together now. That won't change. And I need to know if I can trust you to keep Madoka safe.

[As a token gesture, she switches the feed, revealing herself in just a their school uniform, deep bags under her eyes, more vulnerable than she was happy abou.]

[ Homura looking any degree of vulnerable isn't something Sayaka's used to, and she blinks. While not enough to convince her just yet, she switches to video with an annoyed sigh. ]

I've been doing that. [ But there's a touch of self-deprecation in her voice; she hasn't been able to keep Madoka from fighting altogether, and she feels like a horrible friend because of it. ] If I tell you anything, it'll be for her sake, not yours.

..agreed.

[It's all that matters anyway. Her face sets into its expressionless mask.]

Just let me know where you're meeting them. [ There's no effort to hide the disdain in her voice. ] If you try anything...

[ She lets the threat hang. Not even being roommates for a while can cool her suspicions off, especially when Homura's apparently forgotten everything about before. ]

[The threat hangs empty. Homura ends the conversation there, sensing nothing would be accomplished.]

[But she hangs her head in her hands, fingers curling against her brow. Attempts to turn over a new leaf, it seems, were and will remain utterly futile.]

That they're complete stone cold fuckin' idiots of the highest degree.

Ewerytime they announce they're plannin' somethin' expect like ten things to go wrong at least.

[Exaggerating? Totally.]

[Strange accent. She can't place it.]

Elaborate.

Most recent one was we went back in time to kill some humans, came back here an' nearly eweryone was dead, the machine they used to bring us here was fucked which we had to fix and on top a' that the entire city was owerrun with monsters, some a' which were fuckin' huge.

I mean we're talkin' towerin' ower the city huge.

So naturally we'd to do ewerythin'. Ain't the first time somethin' has gone wrong either; they nearly erased half of us from existence once from fuckin' with time.

Don't trust 'em if you're plannin' on gettin' anywhere.

...interesting.

[That they too interfere with time is intriguing. Unwelcoming news as well. But she takes the information with a hard swallow, and certain key words with particular interest. The way he said humans...as if he wasn't one.]

Your name.

You first.

I asked you.

You already got two answers outta me.

Is giwin' your name first such a hassle for you, or somethin'?

[You can just feel the glare she's giving you.]

My name's not relevant to this conversation.

Mine is, when yours ain't?

Like that makes any sense at all.

You've been here a long time, haven't you - you have no need to worry about a new arrival or pester her for information when you already have the upper hand.

[And yet somehow she tries to make that sound like a threat.]

I wish I'd thought to ask that question. Is there a way to track answers on this thing?

[ She doesn't sound like she expects an answer, but she's definitely open to one. In the meantime she experiments with switching screens, disconnecting the feed periodically in the process until she gets a response. ]

Perhaps. It will take time to see.

[But the question's intrigued her. She waits until there's a stable connection before posing a question herself.] You've just arrived here, haven't you.

Oh, sorry. You're right, I got here a couple of days ago. It's been a heck of a joyride.

Indeed.

[It takes her a moment to decide if it was an appropriate question or not, and how much she did in fact care about the answer.] Have you been alright here?

[ It's about to the point where Asami has figured out that complaining to everyone she meets isn't going to change a thing. She settles where she is and nods her head. ]

I've gotten along. I learn new things and meet new people every day, so it's a matter of time until I'm acquainted. Did you just arrive as well?

[Rather than answer directly, she gives this in response.]

..it seems transports can be sent home and then summoned back without memories of the time before. Are you certain this is the first time you've set foot here?

I'm pretty certain... One of my friends has been here longer than I have, and she didn't seem to recall anything peculiar. Is that what happened to you?

Homura-chan... you're back.

( there are a lot of questions that Madoka wants to ask, but the question itself gets the most of her attention for the time being. ) Oh, mm. We can meet, is there somewhere you had in mind.

[Madoka...]

[Her hands are shaking, just hearing the voice, and there's no other choice but to put the tablet down and away and take several deep breaths. Tears threaten to fall.]

[She had seen the name in the contacts, but to know she's here...]

[..it is several minutes before she sends a response back.]

Wherever is convenient. This city is still new to me.

Please..let me know what is best.

A-ah, that's right.

( so she really doesn't remember... ) Have you found where you're staying? We could meet there.

...I'm in unit 805. But where are you?

Wow, you're really high up there now. I'm down in 203.

[Mental note. She'll be scoping that place out later.]

[But... She wants to say more. A lot more. Bu the words all try to get out at once and form a lump in her throat.]

How are you doing?

I'm doing really good now that everything has settled done. A lot of things happened, but Sayaka-chan and Kyouko-chan have been here to help.

What about you, Homura-chan? How... how are you? ( she's curious too, to just how much Homura remembers. )

That's good. [Spoken quietly, her voice faraway.]

[One question she never likes or wants to answer. Especially when its to Madoka and the situation's this confusing and fucked up.]

..fine.

O-oh... well, that's good! I'm really glad.

( a pause as she hums thoughtfully. ) Um, if you'd like though. I can go ahead and leave, so we can meet up?

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..you don't need to leave just yet -

How...long have you been here, Kaname?

Ah... Kyouko-chan and I arrived here toward the end of April, so six months now.

You've dealt with this for six months?

[The murmurs of guilt begin to cloud her feelings.]

It hasn't been so bad and I had everyone here with me.

You included, Homura-chan.

[If this was another time, and another place, Kyouko would be surprised to see Homura again. As it is, she isn't too unnerved by it. Stranger things had happened at this point.

There's a flicker of confusion when she notes that the invitation had been extended to Sayaka, but the moment passes.] Figured you were gonna show up again sooner or later.

[She rubs at the back of her neck, bites down on the lollipop in her mouth.] Where d'you wanna meet?

I have no recollection of being here before. [Twinge of concern in between her words. Usually she's the one that remembers when no one else does.] How long was I gone?

Huh? Are you sure? [She remembered her own disappearance, after all, and her subsequent return.] ...You showed up after me and the kid the first time, but before Sayaka.

..as I said. I don't remember ever being here.

[Sayaka will be another conversation for another day, but an important one.]

Whatever. [She puts it out of her mind, files away this odd tidbit of information for later. To herself, she mutters:] This place is so damn weird...

[And a little louder:] If you're gonna meet up, I'll be around.

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