[b][h3][color=aba000]Alicia Hayden [@Flamelord][/color] & [color=khaki]Janet Howell [@t2wave][/color] & [color=thistle]Natasha Harthorn [@canaryrose][/color][/h3][/b]

After talking with Penny, Janet caught up with the other two Beacon girls.She probably had made a fool of herself to them in her attempt to form a truce. What exactly to say at this point was lost to her. Both were more experienced than she. Deciding to let them initiate conversation she kept quiet.
 
"[color=thistle]Oh, there you are Janet!" Natasha turned around, a bright smile on her face. "I was worried you got lost in the pack of monster girls over there. Wouldn't want you getting excommunicated or anything, y'know? But, I suppose we did lose you there for a bit, with the whole 'defending them' thing." Natasha chirped. But her face turned serious. "Don't do that again. The Beckoners don't exactly like it, as you've most likely figured out.[/color]" 

For her part Alicia was a bit busy making sure that everyone was firmly escorted away from the meeting without causing any more problems, or ending up on the recieving end of those problems. Things had gone crazy and now she was dealing with being annoyed at the world in general on top of everything else, though she did her best to keep it from showing. They all needed something they could hold on to at this point. 

Noting the new girl and Natasha conversing nearby, she shifted to join the two of them. [color=aba000]"Her principles were good, but it's a bit much to expect someone new to the organization to really understand how things work here."[/color] With that said she flashed Janet a smile, offering her a hand. [color=aba000]"Alicia Hayden. A pleasure to make your acquaintance."[/color]

"[color=thistle]Oops! I almost forgot to transform!" Natasha said, and then subsequently transformed. Now in a pair of pajamas and flip-flops, she looked a bit out of place in the dank alleyway. "So, see you at school tomorrow or do you two want to go to a diner or something? I'm sort of hungry.[/color]"

With Nat and Alicia being in a better mood than expected Janet's expression brightened a bit. Being the first real interaction with anyone else in Beacon she hadn't quite known what to expect. Nat pointed out her mistake in a way that she could tell was more of a warning than anything. Nodding a bit she laughed nerviously, even though it wasn't funny. [color=khaki]"Yeah, I kind of overstepped there. I probably should have known better."[/color] Shaking the hand offered she returned the smile. [color=khaki]"I don't think that back there it could have blown up in my face any more than it did. Now I'm just glad to be anywhere else. Although food does sound good right about now. I was too nervous to eat anything before the meeting."[/color]

Nat chuckled. "[color=thistle]Looks like we're all hungry, huh? IHOP, Denny's, or Waffle House? Pancakes sound really good right now, for me at least. Like, chocolate chip pancakes. With extra extra whipped cream. Just- PANCAKES![/color]" she shouted aloud, her hands going up in the air in an expression that could only be described as jazz hands. 

[color=aba000]"I could go for food,"[/color] Alicia reassured Natasha before making her choice of destination. [color=aba000]"Waffle House. From what I've experienced it's the perfect place for when you're having food ridiculously early in the morning."[/color] It was very early in the morning now, technically, so she figured it fit. 

With that said she returned to Janet, gving her a consoling look. [color=aba000]"I don't think any of us could have predicted what happened back there, though I suppose we can all consider ourselves fortunate that our comrade here is handy with defusing explosives. We'll just have to hope that this doesn't instigate a concerted opposition to Beacon, otherwise things could get difficult."[/color] Needless to say she was not amused by that in the slightest, beyond the implication that the one responsible was willing to blow up other Beacon members in the process. But right now they didn't have much to investigate, so she was willing to put that off until they had more information. 

[color=khaki]"All of those options sound great. I haven't eaten at any of them in decades."[/color] Maybe she was exaggerating, but she said it rather matter of fact. Janet had no idea if talking about their former lives was a thing that magical girls did but in this case it just came out. Speaking of, she realized she was still transformed even after seeing Nat change back to normal. Reverting to normal herself she grumbled to herself. [color=khaki]"That's going to take some getting used to."[/color]

Natasha raised her brows, a teasing look on her face. "[color=thistle]Decades? How old are you? Waffle House is like the shit, though. PANCAKES. I'm like a fucking addict, man.[/color]" she said, and then laughed. "[color=thistle]This new body is so weird, though. I'm not used to being all- how do I say it- rounded out. I used to look like a walking stick. I'm not even kidding.[/color]" 

In truth, it was strange to Natasha. She had never had much in the terms of a 'body', given that she was extremely tall and lanky for a woman. Her new body was a severe contrast to her old, and it was a bit uncomfortable. 

After a few moments Alicia joined them in transforming back into her normal form, which seemed relatively similar to her magical girl form. She had been lucky there, presumably a result of the bloodline that had brought her into contact with Beacon in the first place. She knew that not everyone was quite so fortunate. [color=aba000]"I guess that's that then. Let's go,"[/color] she offered, not sure what direction to take exactly but figuring that they wouldn't get anywhere just standing around in an alleyway. 

Following out onto the street she glanced down both ways not really having a clue where they were. [color=khaki]"You have no idea. And unless you have a map I won't be any use finding those places."[/color] She turned back to her companions. Since the subject was brought up she decided to ask. [color=khaki]"So with our past lives, is it normal to talk about them or not. Because from the sounds of it your transformation wasn't nearly as drastic."[/color]

"[color=thistle]Totally! I mean, I tend to talk about mine a bunch, but some other people aren't comfortable with it. And by drastic, I'm guessing that you were a guy?[/color]" Natasha said, rummaging around in her purse for something. "[color=thistle]Ahah![/color]" she exclaimed, pulling out her phone. "[color=thistle]The power of Google Maps, initiate![/color]" She quickly looked up the nearest Waffle House location. 

"[color=thistle]Got any objections to public transport?[/color]"

Alicia wasn't too worried about finding their way, if only for the reason that Natasha had just presented one way to do so. Technology was a wonderful thing. It left her free to address Janet's concerns, as someone who had been part of Beacon for a while now. [color=aba000]"Like she said, it just depends on your personal preference. Girls in Beacon come from all walks of life, but we prefer to focus on what you can become moving forwards."[/color]

To the question proposed she nodded her approval before going on. [color=aba000]"As for myself, I was a student before being approached by a Puchuu from Beacon. Apparently I had a magical warrior back in my bloodline, and they wanted to recruit me. So here I am." [/color]

Those seemed like adequate answeres and consistant with what she'd heard from her Beacon. [color=khaki]"Alright, that's what I thought. And what you said about moving forward was one of the main draws for me. I'd rather not be known for my past life."[/color] Pondering a bit she debated how much to divulge. It certainly made for an interesting story. Though to answer Nat's question she spoke up. [color=khaki]"I was a guy. Though while we're on our way I want to see how long it takes for you to guess my age."[/color] She smirked and waited for their response.

"[color=thistle]Ummm. 40. 45. 50?[/color]" Natasha guessed. "[color=thistle]Hell, this probably isn't it but I'll give it a shot- 60? There's no way you're that old.[/color]"

Swaying  she bit her lower lip slightly. [color=khaki]"Eh, you're getting warmer."[/color] 

"[color=thistle]You said decades, so... 70?  Please don't say you're that old.[/color]" Natasha pleaded half-jokingly.

Shaking her head before stopping and reaching back to pull her hair over her shoulder. If not for her new mother she would have no idea what to do with all this hair. It's constant brushing against her back drove her crazy. [color=khaki]"No not... for another couple years."[/color] 

"[color=thistle]67? 68?[/color]" Nat guessed yet again. 

[color=khaki]"Yep, 68. Now you can understand why I fell so out of place in my own body. It's the most confusing thing."[/color] By now they'd wandered to a bus stop, as per most occasions you kind of forget your walking whilst talking. Now they just needed to wait for the next rotation.

Natasha laughed. "[color=thistle]Oh my god Janet, you're older than my grandpa! As for me, I was a tall, lanky woman. All angles. I tripped over everything. I also had very vibrant natural red hair. Sort of weird.[/color]"

Alicia didn't mind staying silent for most of the exchange, and the guessing game. Once it had ended though she couldn't help but add in an appreciative look of her own. [color=aba000]"I'm jealous,"[/color] she said aloud. [color=aba000]"Few of us should be so lucky to get over fourty years of our life to live again." [/color]

[color=khaki]"I am grateful for that."[/color] She laughed. [color=khaki]"Definitely not under the circumstances I ever imagined though. To be honest I had almost no idea I was going to be transformed like this when I signed on."[/color]

"[color=thistle]Neither did I,[/color]" Natasha remarks, with an almost sad smile gracing her face. "[color=thistle]Oh, look, bus![/color]" she said, pointing at the headlights coming toward the bus-stop. She tugged at her earrings, making sure that they were still there, as she wouldn't want to lose them anytime soon. Her pocketwatch- as soon as she found it- went into her small purse so she couldn't lose it. 

Alicia glanced over to confirm that the bus had arrived, and she took a step forward afterwards so they could all get on in a quick and orderly fashion. If there were empty seats she would go for those, allowing the three of them to sit down next to each other. [color=aba000]"I'm not sure anyone does,"[/color] she said with a smile. [color=aba000]"Anyways, if you have any questions about Beacon or being a magical girl, feel free to ask either of us." [/color]

[color=khaki]"Right, I'll have to think about which to ask first."[/color] Stepping onto the bus once the doors were open finding some empty seats was not that hard. It was rather late after all so not many were communting. It was probably odd seeing such young girls out at this hour, but by this point the driver had been in the business long enough to not even bother asking or commenting. 

Once seated Janet rubbed her chin before finally landing on a few questions. [color=khaki]"How long have you two been with Beacon? Have you had to deal with monsters and dark magical girls often?[[/color]

Alicia let out a small sigh as she took her seat, glad to not be standing up anymore. It had been a long day, even without the attempted murder included in that. After a few seconds though she was ready to answer whatever Janet wanted to know. It was her job as a member of Beacon after all. [color=aba000]"I've been part of Beacon for a couple years now. As for what we deal with, unfortunately I've dealt with both Dark Magical Girls and Monsters more often than I would have liked. But they're as resilient as we are in sticking around."[/color]

Natasha nodded along when Alicia was speaking, jumping in when she was done. "[color=thistle]I've been with Beacon for... hm, almost 2 years now. I've jumped around a lot since I've started, but the monster girls have always been pretty consistent. When I do encounter them, I get it over with quickly. No mess, no pain for either of us.[/color]" Natasha said the last part quietly, as to not let anyone nearby overhear their conversation.

So they both were quite a bit more experienced than she was. Suppose that wasn't surprising to Janet. Though clearly there was a side to DMGs and Monster Girls that she had yet to see. [color=khaki]"I see. Guess I have a lot to learn about the new world I've been brought into. I just hope my inexperience doesn't ruin my chances before I even get started."[/color] She sighs and drops her head against the seat behind her. Nearly getting excommunicated before even getting a chance to make a difference was not what she'd expected to come about.

[color=aba000]"We all had it rough starting out. It happens,"[/color] Alicia reassured her. Sure, most people in Beacon didn't start out at a meeting with most magical girls in the city, but most didn't get to choose the way they entered this life. [color=aba000]"Just don't forget that you aren't in this alone. There's an entire organization of Magical Girls and Puchuu here to help you become the best person that you can be." [/color]

"[color=thistle]Yup! Just stick with us and you'll be right as rain![/color]" Natasha said, a grin breaking out across her face. "[color=thistle]Get it? Right as [i]rain[/i]?[/color]"

[color=khaki]"Uh, no not really."[/color] Maybe not the desired answer but an honest one. The Puchuu being brought up actually raised a new question. [color=khaki]"So what other groups of magical girls can we align with? Because it sounds like there really is only one."[/color] So far their options seemed really limited. Her own knowledge of the varios factions was very little.

Alicia groaned aloud, treating that pun with all the respect that it deserved. At least, she figured it was a pun. Natasha wouldn't have phrased it that way if it wasn't. But at least she had Janet's question to distract herself from a potential future with more of the same. [color=aba000]"There are a few. Beacon does not permit working with Monsters, Horrors, Dark Magical Girls, or the Ebon Mint. Any group besides that is acceptable, though generally speaking those groups who get along with those are less likely to work with Beacon. Here in town I believe there are a couple other Deities and Lesser Forces who might, if they deign it in their interests to do so. Unfortunately trying to persuade someone like a Deity can be...tricky." [/color]

"[color=thistle]Hey! It was a good pun. Don't groan,[/color]" Tasha stuck her tongue out at Alicia, then continued on, breezy as ever. "[color=thistle]Deities can be a bit trickier, considering as a lot of them are fanatics. But we do our best if they're not a DGM or a monster, y'know?[/color]" 

Leaning on one hand Janet tried to recall some of the events of that night. It was rather hectic so some details were a little hard to pin down. [color=khaki]"There was one that seemed to appreciate my gesture and agree to an alliance. The big booming voice one with no face. Pretty sure he was a deity."[/color] If that didn't scream deity then she didn't know what did. Most of the patrons seemed to stay out of sight.

Alicia nodded in agreement. It wasn't exactly hard to miss the big voice yelling over the meeting, which did speak to some level of ego. Either it was a Lesser Force trying to compensate or it was probably a Deity, both of which were acceptable. [color=aba000]"Assuming they still want to ally after that mess we left behind, I expect Beacon will get back to them about that in a couple days or so. Beacon is always willing to cooperate with those who seek our assistance." [/color]

Natasha nodded along, pretending to pay attention while her mind wandered away from the conversation. She pulled at her thick hair absent-mindedly, taking it out of its loose bun and letting it poof up on her head. 

[color=khaki]"I see. I guess I'll have to talk to my Beacon about that and see if it's alright to work something out."[/color] Seemed like the safer bet, rather than to assume. Janet had had enough of that for the time being. The bus pulling around to the nearest stop to the Waffle House it was time for them to exit.