( quite a powerful storm must have brought the seawater this high up. mafuyu stays and listens to the waves for.... she's not sure how long. it's both familiar and comforting, yet a reminder of the hollowness that she's become.
but she can't do that forever.
the textbooks being unreadable doesn't surprise her. is it that the words are jumbled or simply water damaged? and is there a desk of any sort around? )
There are water stains on the pages, but that doesn't appear to be the cause of the unintelligible text. It's almost as if the letters shift and scramble about the longer she stares at them, blurring into black smudges and unfamiliar shapes. Perhaps the books are merely building blocks to set the stage, just props on display to make things more personal.
Or perhaps something else is required in order to decipher the words.
This particular hallway doesn't have any furnishings to speak of, but the rooms lining the aisle on either side may have something.
anyways. right now mafuyu is going to assume that means this is a dream, because you cannot read in dreams. she'll set a book down for now, and then... hm. how many doors are there? either way she's going to quietly approach the nearest door and listen for any sound. )
There are eight total, four on either side of the hall. The door she approaches is crooked, hanging haphazardly off of rusty hinges; no sound can be heard from within the room itself. Everything is silent. Still. As if the hospital itself is holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.
The state of the room itself doesn't appear to have fared any better than the hallway, and the dirty curtains flutter softly in the evening breeze.
The mattress itself is long gone - rotted away into nothing but fibers - but the metal bed frame still seems... Mostly intact. Rusted from the elements, but still technically useable. Near the headboard sits a neatly folded doctor's coat, the condition stark white and pristine in contrast to the surroundings. Across from it, a set of blue nurse's scrubs sits at the foot of the bed, seemingly just as clean as the coat.
( oh... that's unusual. hm. mafuyu is going to inspect those first- is there anything in the clothes? an id or papers or anything? otherwise. HM!!!! UNSETTLING. )
There are two identical identification cards in the lapel pockets of both; the words are smudged and the ink faded, and the photos have been scratched out. If she looks closely, the faintest outline of AN near the tops of the cards.
There doesn't appear to be any footprints, no! It doesn't seem like there's any trace of the living in here at all, actually, even though the space is set up to house the sick.
going to step away from the clothes and what may or may not be her id, and look around the room again. is there anything in the rubble or rot? anything on the walls? something to distract her from those implications! )
The room itself is bare of anything that stands out, save for one regard.
The mirror, while not the cleanest of glass in the world, had been relatively clear of any sort of visible tampering. While her attention was on the clothing, words have been painted on the surface in what appears to be blue paint. It's fresh, dripping down slowly until it pools on the surface of the desk.
Nothing seems to change at first, and the silence feels like a heavy blanket of smoke lingering in the room. Then, something smears through the drips of paint, and one final word is added in beneath the previous ones. The message remains the same, yet different in ways that feel important.
With a soft clink, the glass of the mirror suddenly cracks. A single hairline fracture runs across the horizontal length of it, jagged and uneven. Despite this, the mirror seemingly stays intact, and does not shatter.
Yet.
Another pause, and then more words slowly begin writing themselves across the glass.
that's not really different than anyplace else to be honest. after a moment, eyeing the crack in the mirror cautiously... she shakes her head.
but the thing is, mafuyu wanted to be a nurse. part of her still does. she wants to help people, and this hasn't changed despite everything. but you can't help people in an abandoned building. )
The crack in the mirror spiderwebs out a bit more, though it seems to be deliberate as it cuts up and across "ɘɿɘʜ," essentially crossing it out as the word "ɘɿɘʜw" appears after "ɘɿA"
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but she can't do that forever.
the textbooks being unreadable doesn't surprise her. is it that the words are jumbled or simply water damaged? and is there a desk of any sort around? )
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Or perhaps something else is required in order to decipher the words.
This particular hallway doesn't have any furnishings to speak of, but the rooms lining the aisle on either side may have something.
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anyways. right now mafuyu is going to assume that means this is a dream, because you cannot read in dreams. she'll set a book down for now, and then... hm. how many doors are there? either way she's going to quietly approach the nearest door and listen for any sound. )
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There are eight total, four on either side of the hall. The door she approaches is crooked, hanging haphazardly off of rusty hinges; no sound can be heard from within the room itself. Everything is silent. Still. As if the hospital itself is holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.
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mafuyu pushes the door open, and lets the room speak for itself first. )
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The mattress itself is long gone - rotted away into nothing but fibers - but the metal bed frame still seems... Mostly intact. Rusted from the elements, but still technically useable. Near the headboard sits a neatly folded doctor's coat, the condition stark white and pristine in contrast to the surroundings. Across from it, a set of blue nurse's scrubs sits at the foot of the bed, seemingly just as clean as the coat.
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wait
............. asahina? )
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There doesn't appear to be any footprints, no! It doesn't seem like there's any trace of the living in here at all, actually, even though the space is set up to house the sick.
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...
how big are the scrubs and the coat? )
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she's
going to step away from the clothes and what may or may not be her id, and look around the room again. is there anything in the rubble or rot? anything on the walls? something to distract her from those implications! )
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The mirror, while not the cleanest of glass in the world, had been relatively clear of any sort of visible tampering. While her attention was on the clothing, words have been painted on the surface in what appears to be blue paint. It's fresh, dripping down slowly until it pools on the surface of the desk.
uoy era ohW
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mafuyu is somehow less disturbed with this than the clothes and card though. )
... My name is Mafuyu.
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⸮γllɒɘɿ υoγ ɘɿɒ oʜw
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mafuyu pauses. even though she knows the answer, has said it before... saying it here feels wrong. and yet, she cannot tell a lie. )
... I don't know.
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Yet.
Another pause, and then more words slowly begin writing themselves across the glass.
⸮ɘɿɘʜ γqqɒʜ υoγ ɘɿA
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no. of course not. but
that's not really different than anyplace else to be honest. after a moment, eyeing the crack in the mirror cautiously... she shakes her head.
but the thing is, mafuyu wanted to be a nurse. part of her still does. she wants to help people, and this hasn't changed despite everything. but you can't help people in an abandoned building. )
No.
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The question has been changed.
⸮ɘɿɘʜ γqqɒʜ υoγ ɘɿA ɘɿɘʜw
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mafuyu looks at the crack for a moment, and then the question as a whole. )
I don't know. I don't remember what happiness feels like... just what it isn't.