004 ✞ (AUDIO)

[unetrustworthy]

[The morning everything first went crazy, Midii was unaffected.  She checked, just to be sure.  There were no bodily changes, no strange new abilities, and she felt like herself.  But there were Network posts advertising those less fortunate, and from the sounds of things, it wasn't going well for many.  So she decided to stay put.]

[Today, however, she wasn't so lucky.  From the moment she woke up, she knew something was wrong.  The kind of wrong that actually required her to ask for help:]

I need clothes.  Please.  I have money, and can pay you back.

[There was a momentary pause, and a low groan could be heard in the background.]

...is my stomach supposed to hurt like this?

[Her voice might sound familiar to the select few who were around her enough.  Only deeper.  Older.  By nearly ten years.  And if that wasn't enough to hint as to who this was over the Network, she didn't block her address.]

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[demon_brat]

I will be there in about half an hour.

[... including sanitary pads. Because he was aware of the medical situation that might cause the stomachache? Though if somebody else got to explain to her, he wouldn't object to that. Generally.]

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[unetrustworthy]

[It took her a moment. She had anticipated that unfamiliar faces would respond to her, but not in such a familiar manner. Familiar, definitive, and...honestly? More than a little bossy.]

...Damian?

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[demon_brat]

Definitely.

[Network IDs, Midii. You know about them.]

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[unetrustworthy]

[She did. But those IDs only told you which location the person was calling from. It could have just as easily been an older figure borrowing his console. For whatever reason.]

[Besides, given the circumstances, could you blame her for wanting verbal confirmation?]

Alright.

You've been to my quarters before. You know the way.

[She's certainly not going anywhere.]

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[demon_brat]

Yes.

[He didn't linger on the console; he didn't have time for that, anymore. Instead, there was a quick shopping round in Fire, and he was knocking at Midii's door shortly. ... and not looking at the opening, since she preferred concealment over the network, so.]

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[unetrustworthy]

[It took longer than usual for Midii to answer. Even though she only lived in a one floor, small complex. Even though she had been expecting Damian within the half hour. The reason soon became clear when she finally opened the door...wearing nothing but a large sheet:]



[She didn't look particularly happy, but that was nothing knew. If nothing else, her displeasure came more from a discomfort at her current physical state, rather than any sense of embarrassment at being seen.]

[After all, she was covered. And privacy was a luxury in soldier camps, anyway.]

Come in.

And...thank you.

[demon_brat]

It is not a problem.

[He came in, and closed the door behind him. And.]

I have brought the clothes, but, before you put them on, I will ask you to - and this is connected to the stomach hurting that you mentioned - go take a shower and check if you are bleeding from between your legs.

In case you have not been taught about it, that would be something that comes with physical maturity in women, not a problem to be alarmed about.

[unetrustworthy]

[As seems to be a recurring theme between them, Midii took a moment to absorb his latest 'orders' for her, a mixture of light confusion and flatness to her expression. She glanced down at herself, then up at him. Brows furrowing.]

I think I would have noticed if I was bleeding, Damian.

[For one, the sheet was white. Though, after another moment's thought, the flatness turns to faint concern. She recognized what he was talking about--she was 11, not 7, after all--but the problem with never having experienced such a thing before was that she hadn't recognized the signs.]

You really think...?

[demon_brat]

Turn around.

[If she'd been sitting, the blood would be seen on the back of the sheet, after all. Gravity.]

And in any case, it is a possibility that needs to be looked into. And, yes, I have come prepared for that, as well.

Shower. Make yourself as comfortable in your body as it is now, before constraining it. I am sure it will be rectified, but, until then, there is no reason to feel worse about it than absolutely necessary. Yes?

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[saved7]

[The young girl who answers is darker in colouring than Miria is an an adult: hazel eyes and chestnut brown hair. She's also found clothes of the right size herself: It's easier when you don't actually mind walking around naked until you find something.]

Some people have picked up bodies and powers that are not their own. I will come over with clothes.

[Things adult Miria doesn't ever have to worry about: this.]

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[unetrustworthy]

[It was the same situation with Damian, only worse. Because there was no address to give her even the slightest clue as to who she was talking to now.]

Who are you?

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[saved7]

[It takes a second, then she realizes how different she must look. Irritably:]

It's me. Miria.

Are you hurt?

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[unetrustworthy]

[Another pause on Midii's end. Not out of hesitation over the conversation itself--she believed Miria immediately--but because she was trying to assess her own current physical state.]

I...don't know.

It's my stomach. But it's never hurt like this before.

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[saved7]

I'm going to come to you. Where are you?

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[unetrustworthy]

You don't have to do that.

I'm in my room. I'm safe. Damian's coming, and a medical person already promised I could go see him to take a look.

[A pause, and she then added, a bit softer:]

But...can I come to you?

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[survival_isnt_living]

[Septimus has been more than a little paranoid about this whole thing--he's had enough of not having his crafting, when powers went out a couple months back. But he'd picked up some distress from the baby egg and, on a hunch, checked the network.

Eventually he finds the reason.]

I, ah, won't be much use for clothing, but I could come take a look to see what's bothering you.

[Medic on hand is a go? And he could just hope the bizarre effects were not contagious.]

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[unetrustworthy]

Please?

[Damian had already given her the most likely solution, though as much as she trusted him, it was never a poor decision to gain a second opinion. Although, on the subject of trust...]

I can come to you. I have clothes now.

[She very rarely ever invited people to her quarters. In fact, only one person had actually been there since her arrival.]

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[grayatonement]

I'm assuming you've found help by now.

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[unetrustworthy]

[Oh. It's the man who offered to use his special powers to help her. By not-quite breaking into other people's quarters.]

[...well, a familiar face was better than an unfamiliar face right now.]

Yes.

I have clothes, and I think I know what's wrong with me beyond the obvious.

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[grayatonement]

Oh? And what is wrong with you, beyond the obvious?

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[unetrustworthy]

The pain wasn't in my stomach. It was in my ovaries. Cramps.

They hurt, but not too badly. Somebody gave me painkillers to help keep them from getting too bad.

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[grayatonement]

You are a woman, aren't you? Why would you not have experienced your own?

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[unetrustworthy]

[Her expression falls flat.]

I'm 11.

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[grayatonement]

I didn't realize you were so young.

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[unetrustworthy]

I get that a lot, actually.

Though most of the time, I at least look closer to my age.