[As the kind of girl who reads and memorizes explanatory pamphlets, Mirei thinks she has a fairly good idea what the nagging feeling that she ought to be at training to greet any new arrivals might mean. It's a new sensation, and far from a welcome one, yet the only real surprise about it all was that it took such an unusually long time about making itself known to her. That, by the laws of the world she has found herself in, a God alone is vulnerable... well, Mirei knows that only too well. The alternative, though, isn't something that a girl who thinks in terms of friends and partnerships is entirely comfortable with.
[Okay. Presume her calculations are accurate. How, Mirei wonders, is she supposed to know exactly who she is here for? Do they have signs, like people have in airports? It's a ridiculous idea, but hardly less so than simply wandering around in the hope that--]
Excuse me?
[--and, just like that, she knows.
[The details announce themselves straight after. Mirei is looking at a girl of about her own age, a girl who would remind her a little more of Sophy, if she was perhaps just a little less like Dorothy. Nobody she knows, and she isn't sure if she's disappointed or relieved, barefoot and bewildered and dressed, of all things, in a hospital gown--]
Oh, good lord...
[--and what are the people in charge here thinking of to bring a girl here like that? She's in public, there are boys here! Quick, almost unthinking, Mirei shrugs off her blazer and drapes it round the girl's shoulders. It's not much, but it's better than nothing. It will do, at least until she can find her something better.]
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[As the kind of girl who reads and memorizes explanatory pamphlets, Mirei thinks she has a fairly good idea what the nagging feeling that she ought to be at training to greet any new arrivals might mean. It's a new sensation, and far from a welcome one, yet the only real surprise about it all was that it took such an unusually long time about making itself known to her. That, by the laws of the world she has found herself in, a God alone is vulnerable... well, Mirei knows that only too well. The alternative, though, isn't something that a girl who thinks in terms of friends and partnerships is entirely comfortable with.
[Okay. Presume her calculations are accurate. How, Mirei wonders, is she supposed to know exactly who she is here for? Do they have signs, like people have in airports? It's a ridiculous idea, but hardly less so than simply wandering around in the hope that--]
Excuse me?
[--and, just like that, she knows.
[The details announce themselves straight after. Mirei is looking at a girl of about her own age, a girl who would remind her a little more of Sophy, if she was perhaps just a little less like Dorothy. Nobody she knows, and she isn't sure if she's disappointed or relieved, barefoot and bewildered and dressed, of all things, in a hospital gown--]
Oh, good lord...
[--and what are the people in charge here thinking of to bring a girl here like that? She's in public, there are boys here! Quick, almost unthinking, Mirei shrugs off her blazer and drapes it round the girl's shoulders. It's not much, but it's better than nothing. It will do, at least until she can find her something better.]
I presume you're new?