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first [voice]

[...] Hello.

Scientists: I know you're most likely not listening, but is there a reason you've suddenly decided to destroy our worlds too? I'm unsure if I believe that, for starters, though the sudden change in environment-- recompensation, perhaps?

I've yet to recognize anyone, which surprises me a little... Everyone else is here too, right?

[pause.]

Does anyone have a hairbrush I could borrow?

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Discedo? No, not a peep. Is that where you were before this?

Not a problem! Don't want to show up in a post-apocalyptic transdimensional tower with bad hair. [It's clearly a joke, and not meant maliciously.] Where should I come find you?

Yes. But that's not exactly where I'm from, either...

[it's okay, he likes jokes klajsf]

I think they thought it funny to supply with me everything but that, and it's been a while. I'm in room 1-08, though if there's somewhere nearer to you you'd like to meet, I'm sure I can find it.

Sounds nice and complicated.

[Oh good, because Willow couldn't turn off the inane witticisms if she tried.] No, your room is good! They were pretty generous with my stuff, and I've heard that we can ask for things, I think? I should probably look into that in more detail.

You could say that.

How would you go about doing that? Can we speak with them after all?

I'm not really sure. I was curious about that, too.

They do show up on the network occasionally, but they haven't responded to anyone while I've been around. I had to look through the backlogs.

Sounds similar to the last place I was at, too.

Are we still chipped?

Then at least it won't be too different for you? There's probably people you miss, though. [Which she sounds... sincerely sympathetic and sad about, on his behalf.]

Chipped, like behavioral modification chipped? Noooo, not that I've seen. We weren't ever chipped, just collars. Which seem to do a grand total of nothing in a very suspicious manner.

... If it turns out they're not here, then yes.

[... excuse him as his tone grows a touch more despondent]

A chip that nullifies any supernatural abilities. But if not, that's another thing that's different...

I'm sorry, [she says sympathetically.] I know how rough that is. Until really recently when one of my friends showed up, I... didn't know anyone either.

--Oh, no no! It doesn't nullify anything. Some of the stuff in the tower is impervious to abilities, or will take them away if you get too close? Like, no jumping off the roof, seriously. Flying is a no go. But I haven't had any trouble using my magic otherwise.

[he's grateful for her words, he really is. but before he has time to acknowledge them, there's magic, and that nearly snaps him out of his melancholic thoughts nigh instantaneously.

fancy that.]

You use magic?

[Willow is always okay with tangents about magic, and she brightens with interest.]

Yeah, I am! I mean, I do. What I am is a witch. Do you use magic?

[lmfao stares as this conversations does a 180

P A U S E] I don't know if you would consider it that, but I suppose. Ah, would you mind showing me yours sometime?

[She'll get it back on track eventually...]

I'll show you right now, if you like! Have to bring you your brush, right? You ready? [See, on track again.]

[hehehehe]

Yes. I'll wait outside for you.

[action? :D]

[Willow comes skipping down (not quite literally skipping; she was too jaded to manage that anymore, but it was close) and knocks on his door readily.]

[and greeting!

have a rather worse-for-wear, contrived white-haired pretty boy. like, he litterally looks like he just crawled out of some trenches. he'll smile meekly, opening the door a touch more upon seeing his guest.

well, he wouldn't know what she looked like until now, but he thought the voice belonged to a woman, so. this makes perfect sense.]

... Willow?

[Wow, white hair. She hasn't seen that too often, even with everything else that she's seen, and he looks pretty bad.

But she just gives him a wide smile, and holds up the hair brush triumphantly.] Present and accounted for. I'm here with the goods.

It's Bakura, right?

[he takes it, gingerly, as if it were made of glass or some other fragile substance. have a quieter smile in return.

it's no wonder he was asking for a hairbrush, all right.]

... That's right.

[Seeing this, Willow can't entirely restrain herself.]

... Do you need anything else? You look, well, pretty rough.

[he waves a hand.]

Ah, no, I'm fine! I think all I need is good night's sleep, really. Thank you for your help, though.

Are you sure? She's a bit more mischievous now.] I thought you wanted to see some magic. There isn't anything you might need aside from sleep?

[!!! that's right, he had, hadn't he. and he can't believe he forgot something like that. the fact that he needs sleep at all has been entirely purged from his mind.]

I do! I don't know what else you could do for me, though...

[not that he's underestimating her magical abilities! but there's only so much hospitality a guy like him can take without giving something in return.]

Well... here, I can just do something easy, and if anything occurs to you, you tell me.

[Willow raises a hand and holds it out, and simple as that, one of the objects on a nearby night stand (a book? a pen?) comes flying into it. She's not one to show off, really, but she understands better than anyone being awed by magic.]

Ta da, telekinesis.

[lkjdfjksd if he were the jealous type, then he sure would be feeling it now. he looks pleased by any definition of the word, clasping his hands together as he observed the book go soaring, as if on its own accord.]

That was amazing! [not even an overstatement, he actually thinks it such.] Ah, can you... use healing magic?

[She smiles to see his enthusiasm, always happy to talk magic with someone.] I can, but it's extremely difficult and not my strong point. The magic I do tends to follow the laws of physics, and trying to get something for nothing doesn't end well. Like even for floating this book across the room I have to expend some energy.

[It rises up into the air out of her hand, and with a point of her finger drifts over to gently set back down where it'd come from.]

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