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Who: Misa and YOU
Where: The luggage car/around the train.
What: Misa's Return
When: Horseshoe 17
Warnings: Well, Misa will not be happy... so usual Misa warnings + language

The Luggage Car

Misa's first aware of the darkness, stuffiness and closeness that says she's in a tiny place. Her mind doesn't panic, just checks everything. She can feel everything, and her mind seems fine. She can feel the press of her vibroknives against her back.

Okay, so next problem. How the kriff is she going to get out of here? There's a little light leaking into the space, so she feels around and finds the source. There. That's it. Grunting, she pushes her fingers into the hole where the light is brightest. Pushing on it, she finds the zipper. Oh, that makes sense.

When she gets the zipper open she flings open the top and sits up. "Kriff that feels better." She looks around and tries to stand up. Her legs don't hold her. "Ow!" She yelps as she falls back into the luggage.

Out in the train

Misa is limping. Ow. Her legs are cramped. She heads first to her room, because not only are her legs cramped, but her hair is in sad shape. She huffs out a breath, trying to get it out of her face when she runs into someone.

"I'm sorry! I... can't see through my hair." She explains, hoping she hasn't offended anyone.

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"Come, let me help you with that," comes the sympathetic voice of an elf who knows too well about long hair.

"I have a comb and there are the showers for a little privacy while we restore you to proper form." Glorfindel know how important looking proper is to Misa.

She takes a deep breath, and scrapes the hair out of the way, finally. She relaxes seeing Glorfindel. "Thank you." She says with a relieved sighs.

"I woke up in luggage and my hair is a beast."

The last while hasn't been great.

And when Inigo first feels someone run straight into him, he figures this is just part of it. Things still going in the most rough way possible. But the first upside is that he manages to maintain his balance enough to not be knocked over by the encounter.

And the second upside is when he sees just who ran into him. In the middle of all the chaos, he almost had forgotten that Misa's name had been gold, yet he hadn't seen her walk off the platform like the others. So Inigo's expression is somewhere in the middle between surprise and intense relief as he looks at her.

Not that Misa will see it with her hair and all until she gets it out of the way, but still..

Inigo puts a hand on her shoulder, trying to be gentle about it so he won't startle her too much.

"It's okay, but-- Are you alright?"

"My hair is a mess, my legs are almost numb, and I don't know what's going on! No, I'm not alright." She's whining, like a teenager whines. She'd never dare to do it when Mistress Habani was around. She'd do it to Freema, if she thought it would get her a tart, but that's it.

She knows it's Inigo touching her, but it takes her a moment to get her hair out of the way. She's cranky, disoriented and just wants to curl up with a book.

There's no way Inigo is going to mind her whining when she's looking like this. When she's obviously distressed. If anything, it just kicks in his base urge to try and help out in any way.

"If you're having trouble with your legs, I could give you a piggyback ride." He'd offer to just regularly carry her, but Misa seems pretty obsessed with standards, and he isn't sure if that'd cross some sort of manners line with her. "You can tell me where to bring you. Then you won't have to walk."

She shakes her head. "No, thank you, Inigo." She sighs. "They'll be better if I actually use them." She finally scrapes hair back. "How long was I in luggage?" She asks, worried that people are missing.

“I’m not sure..” He starts, looking like he’s thinking. It feels like so many people have disappeared lately that it feels hard to remember when anyone specific was suddenly gone, though Inigo can’t help but feel a little guilty for not being able to recall when specifically he last saw Misa.

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

Edited 2020-10-13 07:50 (UTC)

Selenay hasn't met many people, but she has met this one, and she'd been fantastically helpful when she'd gotten here. And she looked so terrible, Selenay could have mistaken her for a Herald coming back in from the border. She starts to apologize for bumping into her, then stops halfway through the sentence.

"Misa, was it? Goddess, what happened?

"I woke up in luggage!" She grouses, struggling with her hair for a moment. Sighing, she finally gets it out of her eyes and looks up at Selenay. "Forgive me mistress, but you wouldn't happen to know what's going on around here would you?"

She just has this feeling that she's missed a lot.

"Just Selenay. Come on, let's get you cleaned up." She might be feeling just a little bit motherly seeing the poor girl such a mess. At this rate, she'll end up brushing the girl's hair out for her.

"What was the last thing you remember that happened? I didn't even realize you'd gone."

She huffs out a breath. "It was right before platform?" She says. She's not even sure. "Ugh." She sighs. "I can't believe... Is Kumoko still here?" She asks, tentatively.

"I'm not sure, I've never met a Kumoko." It's a terrible answer, but it's the one she has. Apparently she'll need to meet more people soon. "If it was right before the platform then you didn't miss much. Do you recall floating islands?"

He hadn't had the opportunity to meet Misa, and when she stumbled into him he let out a surprised noise, before backing up a bit.

"It's fine. I've got rope on me if you want to tie it out of your face to get wherever you're going."

"You want me to tie my hair back with rope?" She asks, incredulous, scraping it out of her face. "Is it silk?"

"No, it's just a regular rope I made on the island we visited out of grass and things." Senku responded, he couldn't imagine what the problem was offhand.

She stares at him. "No. Thank you." She says, snottily. "I am just going to go to my cabin and do my hair properly." Because rope? Really?

"I know it's kind of a temporary thing and all but what's wrong with the rope?" He seemed a bit bewildered by her reaction. "Everyone I know uses one."

What fortuitous timing for Misa, to wake up in the Luggage Car at the same time on the same day that MT wakes up there.

She could probably hear the angry almost-swearing of a girl and the slamming around of various objects even before getting out of the suitcase.

And once she's out, well, the car is a mess. Luggage thrown everywhere, boxes and suitcases overturned. And in the center of it all, a girl made out of reflective metal, stopped and staring at Misa, a suitcase held aloft in one hand, paused moments before performing another throw.

"You too, huh?"

She stretches out, staring at the ceiling. Her legs aren't working. She wants to know who is still here, where is Joss? And Kumoko? And... Oh kriff, she doesn't know.

"That doesn't help." She says, sitting up in her piece of luggage.

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