[closed] a small promise bound by our fingers

[revelation]

Date & Time: september 19th - 30th
Location: all around exsilium
Characters: the madoka tragica girls
Summary: anti-spam mingle log for all the magical shenanigans that happen from after the rescue mission up until the evacuations are ordered and whenever they decide to get their butts into spaaaace. action, video, voice, text and magical girl telepathy!
Warnings: language!! and suffering

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september 19th; open

[revelation]

[ it's late by the time they return to the city and even later by the time she reaches the bakery.

three days have gone by but everything was how she remembered it and despite the discomfort of those days still lingering in her chest, she tries to take comfort in the place she has learned to call home with the others. the warm shower and change of clothes certainly help, she's even happier when she stuffs the hospital gown as deep into the trash as it will go. returning inside the warm (yet drafty) building, she realizes that she should probably go to bed because it's been a long three days and she needs the rest but—

but she has never been one to sleep well with a mind full of worried and racing thoughts. it was in these times back home that she would seek out the advice and comfort of her mother but here in Exsilium, she has to find it in different ways. perhaps that is why, now close to dawn, that she's sitting in the kitchen and frosting cupcakes without much thought in the manner. she really had only planned to just bake a few but... a few somehow that few became two dozen and plain cupcakes are just no good, right? she's still a little lost in thought though even in her decorating, only brought back when Amy meows in her lap and she glances down at the cupcake in her hand.

what should have been a simple flower is now larger than the cupcake itself, frosting smearing her fingers and falling off the sides onto the counter leaving nothing that looks like a flower or cupcake in it's wake. ]

A-ah... that's no good.

september 21st; open

[revelation]

[ there was no denying it now; the city was doomed. everything was going to be wiped off the face of the world and there was nothing they could do to stop, nothing they could do to stop the deaths of half-a-million people that lived here. not now, anyway... she hopes, prays that the words others have said throughout the day prove to be true and they can make a difference once they reach the moon. they had gone on countless missions before, changing the past little by little in order to weaken the UE. so, couldn't they do that again? Madoka isn't sure just what sort of missions need to be taken, what sort of things they might have to do but she is willing (and more than ready) to see if true.

that does not make this moment any easier though. standing in the center of her room, bag open and sitting on her bed as she tries to find the will to start packing. there's a whole year worth of memories in here, after all and it leaves her shaken that this will all vanish in an instant a few days from now. she can feel tears welling up, threatening to spill over at any moment as she continues to think on it until a flash of black catches her attention. Amy has hardly left their sides since they came back and even now, Madoka wonders if the small kitten knows that something is wrong- especially know as she watches her hop into the open bag and sit, meowing back at Madoka. ]

Don't- don't worry, Amy. We won't leave you behind. [ although she does her best to smile, Madoka's heart is breaking. ]

september 22nd; closed to oriko

[revelation]

[ Oriko's post to the network does not go unnoticed to Madoka; she listens to it quite a few times, trying to digest what is said and think of how to word all the questions spinning around in her head. although she sits for sometime beside her half-packed bags, she finally stands and leaves the bakery for the streets that lead back to the apartment complex. there isn't any real reason, she thinks, for this... confirmation, perhaps? to know in absolute certainly that there was nothing more they could do? whatever it may be, Madoka knows she has to hear it for herself.

the ground between them was... shaky, for lack of a better (and terribly less kinder) word but Madoka does still trust the other girl in some strange, very odd way. after all, despite whatever might lay between the two of them- Oriko wouldn't lie about something like this.

and so, Madoka glances to her ring and reaches out through her magic. it wasn't uncommon for her to talk with the others in the bakery through their thoughts, but this is the first time she has ever reached out to Oriko like this. still, she searches and searches until finally; ]

Oriko-san?

op...en, 22nd, for telepathy or action

[invocation]

[They tell them there's nothing to be done, and although she accepts the news of her powerlessness with the same hard pragmatism she accepts everything else, it's harder to swallow, this time.

They're not supposed to tell anyone, and that's the worst part. She isn't sure how she feels about it, this deception via omission. This place is a sad, cold sort of world, a lonely gray city, but it has been a better home to her than Kasamino. The Exiles had not always been unkind, and she had met the others here, really met them. She'd had a home here, or something close to it. Well, that was the way the world worked, she'd learned. You had good things for a little while, something to help you get by, to keep you safe, and then it slipped through your fingers.

She should've known better. It always ended up like this, no matter what anyone did.

On the day after the announcements, she avoids the bakery (home). Instead she finds the church she knows in this place, the one where she had once fixed the metal cross of (the first set of bombs had undone that work. this set would destroy it entirely). Here she lingers, watching people go in and out of this sad and tired place, people with their families.

They don't even know what's coming for them. It's just like her dad, and she realizes she is ashamed of herself, for being here. She doesn't have the right — she hasn't in a long while. Her shoulders hunch; she stuffs her hands in her pockets, head lowered, and makes her way back. The bakery isn't far from here, and Madoka, at least, will be waiting. She'd pack things herself, but there's not much she has to bring.]

20th

[fortissimos]

[ It's her birthday the day after they get back from the holding compound, but she barely even remembers. At some point during the early morning, as the sun starts to peek through the window, she catches sight of a calendar — the date seems to stick out, for some reason, but it takes her a good minute to realize why.

Back home, she would have been excited, eagerly awaiting the inevitable presents and cake — here, it just feels like another day. Suddenly tired, she slumps into one of the chairs and sighs; staring down at the ground. ]

Sixteen, huh...