Dot Dot Dot [Video]

[ghost_bait]

[ It’s been a very long week for Miku. The room behind her is spartan and bare, since she hasn’t found it in her to ask about decoration yet, trying to absorb her new status. She is very pale, with dark brown hair bundled behind her head in a massive bun, a face framed by thick fringe, and from the way her brown eyes keep looking away from the camera, quite nervous.

Introductions, after all, are always so scary.

Her hands are clasped together, thumb rubbing over the joint of her pinky over and over as she tries to think of what to say. The Legion ring catches the light, and she bites her lip for a moment before taking a breath and setting her narrow shoulders straight.]


Good evening, my name is Miku Hinasaki... but I’m told I should call myself "Recall" now. My abilities are... retrocognition, mostly. I look forward to working with you.

[She bows politely and straightens up again, then smiles a little.]

I’m... not sure what else I should say? [The feed turns off, after a little fumbling on Miku's part.]

Comments

[justicecoulduseanap]

You can always order something online, but if you're old fashioned like me, then I'd recommend taking a trip down to Earth. You can take a shuttle down to any of the major cities, and from there it's just asking a local guide what's good in the area.

I found a lovely place in Cairo that sells rugs, for example. There are lots of little gems like that all over.

[ghost_bait]

I'll keep that in mind, thank you!

[Her room is going to be the pinkest.]

[She looks down as she thinks.] I can't think of anything else to ask, but if something does come up, may I ask you?

[justicecoulduseanap]

Absolutely, dear.

[With the touch of a button, Ana sends the coordinates to her quarters over Miku's omnicomm.]

Feel free to stop by any time if you need to chat, too.

[ghost_bait]

[Miku waves her hands and shakes her head.] I couldn't intrude.

[justicecoulduseanap]

[Ana laughs again. Miku was definitely a sweet girl, but she seemed a bit too shy for her own good.]

I won't force you, but the offer's there. Guests always make a home a warmer place.

[Of course, having faked her death and wandered around as a bounty hunter for nearly seven years, her idea of home was a bit more...temporary than most. Still, after being isolated so long it was nice to have company from time to time.]