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Who: Enna and you!
What: Bird learns about gravity, and other such things.
When: The morning after CAH
Where: Around the station halls and living rooms! Mostly near the kitchen.
Warnings: None, probably?

[After the events of last night's game, Enna is wandering the station, a notebook and pen in hand. She's scrawling things in the notebook and muttering aloud to herself.]

"Other worlds are shaped like balls"... Something called 'gravity' stops them from falling off... One of them is named Earth, and it has a country called "Japan", with something called a "Toaster" that toasts bread, and is not for fucking...

Red fluffy ponytail girl doesn't understand sex jokes... Brown-hair girl can change sexes at will and a fetish for multiple Akiras. Two Akiras. Boy Akira has a face that isn't soft unless he's wearing glasses. Gotta make signs for them...

[... yeah. CAH was a thing. Also notable is what she's wearing: A tiara, on top of a crown, on top of her hood, on top of two more tiaras. She's pretty happy about this.

As a note, she's not going to be seeking out anyone except Akiras, but considering her mutterings as she writes and reads, it's... probably worth checking out.]

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... Pardon?

[Oh look, it's one of the Akiras, she was heading towards the kitchen, but hearing Enna mutter her name makes her pause.]

[...!

Enna looks up, and immediately just. Looks between her notebook and Akira.]

Glasses... And...

[... reaches up and starts poking Akira's cheeks.]

Soft face. You're an Akira!

One of the two, yes.

[If nothing else, she doesn't seem too bothered by her cheek being poked--in fact she seems almost amused.]

Did you want something, miss?

Not "miss". Enna! I'm Enna.

[She's. going to start scribbling in her notebook again. There's a very shitty sketch of Akira now.]

... Which Akira are you?

Enna, then.

[She scratches the back of her head.]

I'm the girl Akira... you can, uh, call me Akana if that'd make it less confusing.

"A-ka-na"...

[writing that down...]

Why do you have two names?

[CAH certainly was a thing alright.

Rantaro's still wearing the golden bangle Enna gave him, except it's on his wrist instead of perched on his head. He really does appreciate this generous gift, but that's just a minor detail when the conversation Enna's having with herself seems to be focused on what she's learned the night before.

Tap, tap. He's gently tapping her shoulder to get her attention here.]

--! Oh! You're..

[wait

wait, she starts flipping her notebook to a blank page and scribbles before holding it up.

"You're the sign-writey guy!"

... it's a good thing intent-based translation functions in writing because her writing is most definitely not in any Earth language.]

[Hang on, let him just pull up a hologram from his smartwatch and start typing.]

Rantaro Amami. Sorry I never got around to properly introducing myself until now. Also, you don't have to do that too.

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[... more scribbling...

"Enna. Nice to meet you. Are you sure? It feels mean to make you be the only one doing it. Also what's that?"]

It started out as something for the boy Akira to call me, but I've started more or less giving it to other people to use.

[A beat.]

The short version is 'it's complicated.' There was a whole mess of identity issues on both sides and... [She trails off, gesturing vaguely.]

Um...

[She's scribbling in her notebook for a minute.

and then she's tearing out the page and attempting to affix it to Akira's collar. It says, in big writing: "AKIRA NOT AKANA".]

[He's chuckling as he erases the last message.]

Positive. To be honest, you're making me a little nervous, copying me like that.

[In case she couldn't tell by the awkward grin.]

The robots at this station let me have a watch instead of a smartphone. It's a little more convenient for me since I can't always fumble around with the notebook.

[She. Absolutely couldn't tell by the grin. Sorry, dude.]

Oh. Okay. Why can't you talk?

That game is a terrifying thing.

I'm still not fully convinced Texas isn't a drug.

[Aaaaand, there's a huge sigh while he's typing up the response to that.]

Long story short, don't take a vow of silence for long periods of time without giving yourself some time to practice talking. Otherwise you won't be able to talk at all.

[He doesn't wanna have to tell her that has to do with coming from a "murder world," but he gets the feeling she's gonna ask anyway.]

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... A... vow of silence? Why?

[she's focusing on that part.]

Oh. Who are you?

[flipping through her notebook...]

Ah...?

[... Though, when she sees what Enna's trying to attach to her collar, she reaches into a pocket and pulls out a safety pin.]

Maybe this'll help?

[immediately takes that and affixes it that way!!]

You've got a right to that name, too. You shouldn't have to change it just 'cause someone else has it.

Oh, uh, I'm Pidonus. I was in for... A few rounds before I had to slip out.

Wish I coulda stuck around longer.

And... Yeah, the game gets really odd really fast. And occasionally brings up things that wig people out.

[That’s a very pretty crown, Enna, really. So pretty and so right there that it should really come as no surprise that a familiar red hand would appear from the blue and-

yoink

Or, rather, it is an attempt to yoink, but Gogol’s excitement leads to it being more along the lines of “batting it off her head like a shitty cat”.

Still, the effort was made.]

. . .

[He doesn't look like he wants to explain, or really knows how to explain to someone like Enna, but...]

You know that "○○ Weeks Since Last Murder" sign in the common room?

Yeah? It's a good sign.

You know why we have it up?

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