oceanicbutterfly | [RL with Mireille, forward-dated to Monday]

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[RL with Mireille, forward-dated to Monday]

Karen could see a pattern happening. Three days in a row, she'd gone to sleep, and woken up with someone who wasn't there before. While she hoped that would be the end of it, she was a realist, so she'd gone to bed expecting to be with yet another seemingly random person from the community in the morning. She'd even made sure to fall asleep in a neutral position this time, one that wouldn't lead to any unnecessary embarrassment on anyone's part.

Of course, none of this mattered once she was asleep.

In her sleep, Karen had found something warm and soft next to her, and snuggled up to it. The resulting sensation brought back memories of feelings that naturally immediately invaded her dreams, leading her to cling to it and, of all things, cry a little bit.

So it was that, when morning came, Karen's arms were wrapped around Mireille Bouquet, and her face was buried in one of the woman's shoulders.

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The moment Mireille started to wake up she knew something was wrong. Ignoring the fact that she was dressed, and could feel the heavy lump of her purse pressed into her hip, there was Someone laying pressed in against her. And unless Kirika had gone from 'sleeping on the far side of the bed in a little ball' to being remarkably touchy, it meant someone else was here.

Which meant it was the damn community again.

She muttered something unprintable to herself in Corsican as she opened her eyes, sitting up slowly. She was on her back, in...well, an unfamiliar room, with a blue haired girl stretched out across her.

To her credit, she didn't panick. After having Zelda turn up on the couch, and that other woman on the bench, she had some idea what to expect. But that didn't make it any less...aggravating. "Hey." She reached out to shake the girl on the shoulder gently. "Where am I?"

A bizarre dream involving meeting samurai at a bar came to a close as Karen woke up. For a moment, she was a bit disoriented. Someone was shaking her shoulder, and the bed felt funny, and Nagisa wasn't here anymore, and there was a voice asking something she didn't quite understand because she wasn't quite awake yet.

"Nnngh?" Karen turned her head vaguely in the direction of the voice as she started to open her eyes. For some reason she could see her room out of her left eye, but her right could only see something she wasn't quite sure what it was--

The realization that she was on top of someone, and that their faces were incredibly close together, came suddenly, all at once. The realization that the virus was still going on, and thus this was probably to be expected, didn't hit until after Karen practically jumped off of her, shouting an apology in Japanese.

Japanese. Perfect. Mireille barely spoke that language at all...but at least she could recognize it. "Hey, hey!" She reached out to grab the girl by the wrist before she got too far away, not willing to go through another wave of that feeling awful from yesterday. "It's alright, okay? Calm down."

She offered the other a weak sort of smile, sitting up a bit more now, checking herself over. She was dressed in her red shirt and black skirt, but her feet were bare, and she had her purse...which was probably why she wasn't panicking. Her Walther was in the purse...the gun was almost a security blanket for her.

Within a few seconds, Karen's brain managed to cycle through everything it needed to (and more). This was a virus. This was presumably someone from the community, then. She was female. The virus meant they needed to stay in contact. She wasn't Azula. Karen should probably use English. It was someone Karen didn't immediately recognize. She was dressed. Karen was dressed. She wasn't Azula (it was worth listing twice). She was smiling.

"...I'm sorry," Karen finally said.

When the other finally calmed down, Mireille loosened her grip on the girls wrist. She didn't let go of course, she just went from vice-like to simply holding the other to make sure she didn't accidentally let go. "It's alright, okay? I'm Mireille...am I in Japan?"

She was pretty sure from the japanese, but it never hurt to ask.

"Minazuki Karen. And yes--Minato." Karen was having a hard time making eye contact--just because she'd gone through this three times already didn't make it any less embarrassing.

The name was familiar... "We spoke before, didn't we?"

Mireille was startled, but it made sense considering the womans blue hair. "Yeah, a few days ago." She nodded her head, shifting then to slide off the bed, looking around the room slowly. She wasn't sure where Minato was...the name didn't sound familiar, but it was possible it was a small town she wasn't aware of. Quite likely, really, since she'd only memorized the maps immediately surrounding Tokyo.

Suddenly, she paused, standing there holding the others arms. "This means I 'hoped.'" She seems quite startled by this...perhaps because she was asleep through it.

The answer was that they were in Tokyo, and Karen just hadn't used the best description for someone who wasn't from Japan.

It took Karen a moment to realize what the significance. "Ah... yes, well, it happens sometimes," she said, feeling like she needed to say something and not really having anything more useful.

It was a good thing Karen didn't speak French, because what Mireille was saying in french was not for young ears! But after a moment she seemed to calm herself down a bit, and offered the other a smile. "Sorry about that. It was just. I don't know. I was not expecting this."

She'd been lucky so far, both her 'virused' people had come to her. She had almost convinced herself it was going to keep working out like that. Except it obviously wasn't. "I guess we're stuck with each other for the day, huh?"

Karen did understand a small amount of French, the language being popular for signage here, but she hadn't understood a word of that. Of course, the tone made it pretty clear that knowing exactly what Mireille was saying was not at all important.

"It's all right." Karen looked over Mireille and thought for a moment. "I guess I'm out sick today. No one would believe you were still in middle school."

"No, I guess I'm a bit too old for that, aren't I?" Mireille said with a little smile, moving to sit down on the edge of the blue-haired girls bed, reaching up to run her fingers across her eyes to clear them. Then her hand went hunting around through where she had woken up until she found her purse and tugged it unconsciously onto her lap, feeling the familiar shape of her Walther P99 through the material.

"Are you able to miss school without an issue?" She asked as she turned to Karen. Mireille had not attended much school in the proper sense...she'd been home schooled before her parents were killed, and while she had attended school in France, her attendance had been...somewhat poor.

"Not... entirely without issue," Karen said as she similarly felt around for... her cellphone, apparently? That appeared to be what she'd found, anyway. "But it shouldn't be a problem. I've missed days because of viruses before, and I know how to convince the school I was sick." It wasn't something she liked doing, but as she said, she could do it pretty reliably now.

"I see. I did not explain this to Kirika, perhaps I should have...she may be concerned that I have simply disappeared." Mireille frowned as she sat there, watching the other hunt for her phone.

"So this is something you've had to get used to? Making up excuses?" Mireille grinned and held up an invisible phone to her ear. "I'm sorry, I can't come to school today, I woke up with a french woman in my bed."

Karen giggled. "That might not get quite the response I'm looking for." Honestly, she was glad she'd be able to do it early for once. Most of the time she seemed to end up calling about these viruses after the fact.

She motioned towards the computer on her desk. "You should probably try to contact her. I don't know if an e-mail to someone not on the community will go through, but it's worth a try."

"Yes, I suppose that wouldn't go over very well. Although really, could they do anything about it? It's not like it should effect your schooling..." Mireille was the sort that felt chunks of life should be seperate. One shouldn't matter to the other, as it were.

"She never checks email, I'm not even sure she knows the password for the laptop." Mireille shook her head. "Although it's always possible I guess." She considered the computer for a moment, then shook her head. "Nah."

"Suit yourself," Karen replied. She started to get up--they couldn't just sit around on her bed all day, after all. "I have a friend whose father is French, and we've already had rumors going around once before. It wouldn't really affect me, but she has a career to think of. So I wouldn't really be able to say things like that carelessly."

Mireille nodded her head at that. She could understand local drama and politics well enough, she'd been part of something very similar until her parents death.

"So I suppose we just kill time here until it sends me back?"

"I suppose." Karen tried to remember if Mireille had mentioned any interests that would coincide with something they could do here. She didn't have much luck.

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[RL with Mireille, forward-dated to Monday]

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Sorry about that, I kinda... fell asleep. I guess we'll continue when you get a chance?

I can't Awesome today. I have the Fail.

Be sure you get plenty of rest and drink lots of Kickass.

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