i'm starting a mahou shojo collection

[theguideless]

Date & Time: Buh week of 11/25 sure
Location: MOON
Characters: Kyouko, Sayaka, Oriko, Marty, more? Mahous?
Summary: Marty meets many magical missuses meandering a moonbase
Warnings: Nothing could be as bad as what I just typed a line above so I think we're in the clear


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@sayaka

[theguideless]

[west is only acknowledged when Martin can find a sign saying so; fat chance of being able to even guess with the sun or the Earth blocking it most of the time.

it's almost always at the end of an overlong walk around the halls to find west, no matter how many times he's sure he's got it down. but when he starts off from a different point in the base, he gets all turned around again.

that's why it's a fair miracle he's found west – and the right room number – in under twenty minutes. he's very impressed with himself, even in knowing it's not utterly his doing...

he was heading for the cafeteria, actually; west just happened to come first.

regardless, he stands before the fated door and finds it in himself to knock, his half-a-smile becoming whole as he watches his wrist move, red ribbon and all.

he'll worry about having nothing to say or do after the door's answered. that's how he is; one thing at a time.]

@kyouko

[theguideless]

Hkk-choo!

[with the cafeteria (mostly) empty, the sneeze is louder than it should've been, and Martin grimaces while he wipes his nose on the back of his sleeve. his footsteps, too, are loud, or...or is that just him?

he sniffs, rubbing his eye as he walks toward the kitchen. he carries a not-entirely-but-getting-close-to-entirely crumpled piece of paper in one hand, and it's the paper that's going to help him make pancakes. pancakes that he's going to--]

Oh–!

@oriko

[theguideless]

[Martin's walking the halls, stopping and peering at labels on doors as he goes, looking for one that'll give him what he needs.

what he needs is paper, and he's baffled as to why he can't find much of any of it (he's not terribly on-the-ball with the whole futuristic, limited resources refugee base lifestyle yet).

paper for cranes. for Madoka and Shinji. they can get to a thousand...three thousand? the mechanics of that sits heavily on his mind, too, and makes him slow down to complete stops in front of doors so he can refocus his attention. if he's not doing one thing at a time, he can barely do anything at all.

so, wait. this one's...

cleaning supplies.] Mmh. No... [he moves on, frowning.]

@madoka

[theguideless]

[the song in Martin's memory isn't...precisely the song coming out in a muffled hum, but it's at least a happy sound, even if it's not the most melodious.

he's found paper, and he's happy about that. and something to write with, which is even better. so there's a pair of lopsided cranes perched on one of the benches Martin's sitting between in the observatory as he's hunched over, transcribing words off his tablet onto a paper.]