[center][h1][color=00a651]Mulan[/color][/h1][/center][hr][center]Mulan's House -> Dorothy's Place[/center][hr]
Muscle memory is a fascinating thing. Maximum physical output for minimum mental effort. Actions before thought. Indeed this behavioural phenomenon is of great benefit for people of all occupations, from musicians to athletes. But for Hua Mulan, this was not the case. When someone is woken up by the sound of their own body falling off the bed at 3 in the morning, they usually don’t want to open their eyes to the sight of a sword, the one that was always kept sheathed on the bedside table, unsheathed and held pointedly in their own hands. They certainly don’t want to find themselves in a battle stance, one that had been beaten and embedded into their muscles from years of hard training in the army, and pointing aforementioned sword at their wardrobe. They don’t want to have to groan and force their tired eyes open due to the continued tremors and sounds of tableware getting thrown off their perches. Sadly, Hua Mulan woke up to all these occurrences. Whatever. It wasn’t like she was getting any decent sleep these last few years.

She blearily wiped her eyes with her non-sword hand before sheathing her weapon. Aside from a mug she never liked anyway, nothing in her house was shaken up too badly. The tremors shook her straight to the core. She put a hand to her chest, hoping that this action would hide her anticipation. No doubt about it, a Second Cataclysm was coming. And that geezer, Merlin, has said almost nothing substantial about it. Mulan scowled at the thought of that senile hack. 

Deciding that she wasn’t going to get much sleep anyway, Mulan scooped herself a generous bowl of cold rice from the rice cooker (one of the rare things she actually liked in this world. So convenient!) and picked at it absentmindedly as she watched whatever subpar television programs that aired at 3 in the morning. After her simple breakfast came her morning exercises. 200 pushups, 100 situps, 100 leg lifts, and 200 squats. A few hours earlier than usual, but it wasn’t a fuss, not even when the power went out halfway through. She waited patiently for the lights to return. Couldn’t leave the house without a nice hot shower, after all.

Then the phone call came in. Another disappearance, most likely related to the Cataclysm. Mulan rushed about, showering quickly and dressing quickly. Lancelot would be making her way to Dorothy’s place too. If the Chinese soldier was doing her own investigating when she was meant to be on call, the “sheriff” might get pissy. Mulan briefly considered just heading to the station as usual before dismissing the thought completely. The mundanes would be fine with yet another tardy detective. They dealt with Holmes’ slacking well enough. Lancelot would just have to deal with it. Plus, this was important. She hadn’t spoken with Merlin in a while. He would probably show up at the site too. Mulan grabbed her essentials; phone, baton, badge, and police jacket; and walked out the door.