[color=A9A9A9][h2]Northwestern District[/h2][/color][indent]

Well, her food was certainly food. In a dusty place like this, with so many thoughts on her mind, Mana could hardly taste what she was eating. The atmosphere wasn’t the best either, the fluorescent light and incessant dinging of trains coming to and fro serving to distract her from truly meditating on the problem at hand. But perhaps that was for the best. If enough time passed, Hanami was bound to turn up somewhere. Or maybe Kouta’s concern will shift into apathy, and he’ll just move on. All convenient resolutions, despite the bitter aftertaste that’d accompany it.

It was easy enough to finish up her meal. Pre-packaged subway bentos were only gonna be the size of her two hands, if she planned to be economical, and even the specials weren’t that much larger. There was plenty of time left for her to idle, and naturally, the pale woman’s eyes gravitated towards the hissing doors of arriving trains, still no small amount of people heading out. Just the usual salaryworkers though, grabbing a late lunch or heading out to meet a client, was her immediate assessment, but as she turned, a familiar countenance broke off from the crowd.

It was the schoolgirl from before, dressed in the same somber outfit she had worn on that rainy day, but there was a medical eyepatch over her right eye this time, spots of dark red indicating where blood had dried. Without noticing Mana, she nodded at her companion, before heading off and away towards the escalator.

But while that schoolgirl, with her grave posture and her striking attire, had caught Mana’s gaze first, it was her companion, still standing inside the train, that made her do a double take.

Boyishly cut hair. A tall, healthily proportioned body. She hadn’t seen her in some time, but…

...wasn’t that Hanami?

The doors hissed shut. The train began to depart.

[/indent][color=A9A9A9][h2]Southern District[/h2][/color][indent]

It looked like the conversation was coming to an end, or, at the very least, an awkward silence. Checking his phone, Yasuo nodded once, before promptly kicking up onto his feet. [b]“Welp,”[/b] he said, [b]“Looks like we’re gonna go now, so, uh...peace, tas- Tsurushi.”[/b]

He hefted up his backpacking, shoved the paper bag (that was definitely filled with only a water bottle) into the large pockets of his hoodie, and turned to Marina, eyes flickering in the direction of the live house.

[b]“Better start lining up now, Rina.”[/b]
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[b]“New Blue Glitch?”[/b] She narrowed her eyes at this, before placing her box of stuff down. “[b]Thought you guys weren’t showing up today.”[/b]

The woman let that stew for a moment, before sighing. [url=https://etherpad.net/p/Galaxy_Brain_Unleashed][b]“Yeah, we do need the help. If you’re gonna show up just to watch, help me set up the wiring for the lights. Name?”[/b][/url]
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