Day 42: Bus 1

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After the way night had ended (Miku wasn't sure if they'd ever get the smell of charnel out of her clothes), and morning had returned with its clockwork weirdness. She was hurried onto the bus in her dark red long coat and the dark, knee-length, slightly full dress beneath it. It was surprisingly warm, Miku noted, but that could've just been her

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Miku looked up from picking apart her muffin, and smiled warmly. "Certainly!" She and Sousuke rarely sat together during these trips, as she continued to try to get him to make new friends. His roommate had seemed like a good candidate, she hoped they could become good friends, though the other young man seemed to stay inside himself.

"I'm Hinasaki Miku, but I don't think I've seen you before."

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"Nineteen days, I think. It feels like I've been here forever." It really did, too, but that hadn't stopped her from trying to have as normal a conversation and bearing as she could. Day was Day and Night was Night and never the twain would meet.

Unless things started getting really shifty.

"But, that's alright, I suppose. It means I can direct new people to safe places."

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"The walls? No, but the moon turned red once, and everything smelled..." Miku shrugged, embarrassed to have admitted that she'd been there so long in the first place. "And it looked like someone exploded down the west-wing main corridor one time too," it felt so weird to be talking about this normally, and Miku ducked her head. The red hood did a good job of hiding her face.

"You've been okay, haven't you? I mean, you haven't run into any of the really bad things? Like the ghosts?" There was bad, and there was bad as far as Miku was concerned, the ghosts fell firmly in bad.

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"It's not that I mind talking about it," Miku protested gently. "But it just seems so weird to talk about it like it a normal person talks about breakfast." She offered him a tiny, apologetic smile. "Well, be careful of the ghosts, too. Don't touch them and don't try to help them."

She really needed to see Subaru again. That bad feeling was just going to eat at her brain all day long until she did something about it. "I think I've seen them on the lists on the bulletin before. I'll be careful." After all, she had Sousuke to protect her, didn't she? "So, Parker-san, what do you do at home?" The transition was fairly smooth, and Miku was doing her best to be friendly.

It was just that strange feeling...

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"I work as a photographer's assistant, so, I'm learning to be a better photographer through her." It was wonderful work, though Miku was sure she was probably quite fired now, having been missing for nearly three weeks. "It's the kind of work that makes me happy, so one of the doctors here gave me a camera." She reached into her pocket and pulled out the camera Washu had given her two weeks previous. "See? Smile!" The camera beeped and flashed.

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Miku's brows came together and her lips pursed in an expression of confusion. She knew people didn't always like having candid pictures taken of them, but she liked to take them. There was just something more natural about it. "Are you okay?"

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"Well, I have two, but," Miku dropped her already soft and quiet voice even lower and leaned in to talk to Peter. "One was given to me by the man before Jill." She wasn't able to talk about that or cart it around unless it was night. "And that's what I do at night; I document the changes of the institute and its creatures." It was scary and hard, but Miku was confident in her abilities to do what no one else was doing.

"Ah, I have help, too. Someone that protects me at night so I don't get hurt," she added, so Peter wouldn't think she was risking life and limb.

sorry!

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"Yes, that's Jill. He was able to come here, but then... he died. No one knows how it happened, aside from the Head Doctor being involved. And Jill doesn't really... do anything. It looks like she betrayed us, so I wouldn't listen to her."

Miku cheeks reddened, "I'm not a big journalist; I'm really only a photographer. I'm more than willing to leave the big investigations to someone else, so long as I can take pictures. I was thinking of working with Lelouch-san, though, so long as Sagara-san was fine with it." And he was, or at least looked to be. "I'll do my best to help with the pictures - it's only a matter of getting them printed. If we had a darkroom, it'd be easy, but since these are, hm, digitial? I'll just have to have Doctor Washu print them. Somehow."

That could be big problem, if the pictures were constantly removed, too, and they might try taking her cameras away.