[She staggers onto the plane at the edge of Ammy's forest, unwounded and wearing jeans and a t-shirt that don't quite fit. Misaki seems fine, physically--just a little cut on one cheek, no cause for concern. Two steps, and then she's down on her knees ( Read more... )

[She appears on the plane looking worn, but healthy, dressed in plain white scrubs. More than that, she seems totally calm. There’s a couch--it looks almost clinical in its state of neat disuse. Misaki tosses a doctor’s coat over the back of the couch and lays down on the couch itself, resting her arm over her eyes. Her hand has a loose bandage on ( Read more... )

[When she appears, she's bleeding from numerous small-but-not-serious cuts. Her clothes are ragged. She has a fantastic bruise climbing from her shoulder, visible through the torn clothing, up the side of her face.]

[She looks livid.]Anyone with access to my reality and healing capabilities, your assistance is required. Any supplies that the rest ( Read more... )

[Tanned, hair braided, in her good ole blue pjs with the little ducks, there is a Misaki. She's curled up on her old, red couch from her old, plain flat in Tokyo. Haruki is asleep with his head on her feet while she reads Italo Calvino's Invisible Cities. She gives the dog's head an absentminded pat.]

[[Experiment end]]

[Misaki is in the Astral kitchen, doing... well, it's not entirely clear WHAT she's doing. There are pots bubbling over on the stove, produce everywhere, piles of dishes in the sink and the oven is starting to smoke out of both sides as though attempting to cry ( Read more... )

[She appears in a sundress, broad-brimmed hat and sandals, her hair loose around her shoulders and her dog sitting next to her foot.]

I don't speak Italian. I've never been to Italy. I've never thought about going to Italy.

[She looks down at the dog. The dog looks up at her, tongue rolling cheerfully out the side of his mouth.]You know, you're ( Read more... )

[Hei and Misaki are at the bar, because apparently that the Place To Be for disfunctional couples. But they aren't hanging all over each other, flirting, kissing, or talking about the kids. They are sitting as far apart as possible while still remaining in the same space. Misaki sits in a booth, flushed, staring into space. Hei is at the bar facing ( Read more... )

[Here they are again in the kitchen, only this time there's quite a lot more food. Hei is cooking up a storm, and there's a wide variety already set out onto the counters. Most of them are hors d'oeuvres of various kinds, as well as dinners that are a mix of Chinese and Japanese. All of it, frankly, looks like something you'd see catered at a ( Read more... )

[Misaki has brought a bat, a ball and a dog--one that vaguely resembles the puppy she adopted during her experiment, though it's a full-sized, sand-colored animal now, one ear flopped and the other up straight and alert.]

[Misaki bounces a red ball twice before knocking it into the distance with her bat. The dog whines, prances. She laughs.]All ( Read more... )

[Misaki and Hei are in the Astral kitchen. Or rather, Hei is in the kitchen making an elaborate breakfast of stuffed french toast, and Misaki sits at a servicable table reading the paper. Sort of. The paper itself is a projection a la cyberglasses; every so often she taps the left-hand stem of her glasses and turns the page. She looks older; her ( Read more... )