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『 Hey hey hey, iiit's Leia...! Sorry I missed you, but I'm pretty tied up at the moment--probably chasing my next story. Leave me a message and I'll call you back as soon as I can. Thanks! 』 [ beeeep— ]

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[journaler]

...Well, I take it every day, so I'd hope so.

Come on! Don't tell me you're scared.

[cardboard_journalism]

Kahk kahk kahk... maybe a little. What if the power goes out??

[journaler]

...Again? No way. I'm pretty sure we'd have to file some official complaints or something if it came to that.

[Though admittedly now that she's got it in her mind, she's a little worried, too. Which is totally different from being scared, for the record.

She calls for the elevator once they get there.]

I was stuck in the Entertainment District all night because of that blackout.

[cardboard_journalism]

But... but... complaints won't help when we're trapped in an elevator!

[and the elevator opened, Scuttlebutt couldn't bring herself to do it now that she thought about the danger that could happen]

...I'll take the stairs. See you up there, Leia!

[She turned to... actually, she stopped. Where were the stairs?]

[She paused, looking around for a stairwell door or something...]

[journaler]

[The doorway to the stairs is a bit hidden, so she isn't surprised Myriam can't spot it inside that box. She tilts her head, though, notably giving her a look as the elevator shuts again.

They're too slow.]

...That's eight flights of stairs. Are you sure about this?

[cardboard_journalism]

[... gosh, that sounded like a lot. And she'd look like a hypocrite if she didn't take the stairs back down again when she left. And she'd likely fall and break a bone or six when she inevitably tripped going down...]

Kahk kahk kahk... all right, you win. We'll take... the elevator.

[journaler]

[Phew. Even as energetic as Leia is, she doesn't really feel up to the climb, so she looks pretty relieved when she pushes the button again. No wait this time, as the elevator is already waiting for them.

Silently, she walks in first--hopefully that helps.

It's also pretty well-lit.]

[cardboard_journalism]

[she'd hesitate for a moment before finally stepping in, and letting the doors shut behind her]

It's... a nice building. ...You have a lot of neighbors...?

[journaler]

Mm, I do. You'll see.

[And when the arrive at the ninth floor without incident, she steps out. Immediately, since the path is so second-nature to her by now, she leads the way.

Unsurprisingly, she's able to point out almost every door in the hall and tell her who lives there! Until they finally reach her room.]

...And here's mine!

[cardboard_journalism]

[Scuttlebutt would take out her notepad to take notes on the people named, then!]

Sss, sss, sss, sss. All right, let's go in, then! Y'know, before we're noticed.

[journaler]

[She swipes her card after pulling it out of her purse and opens the door immediately after so that they can head on in.

It's dark at first, but she flicks on the light.]

Make yourself at home.

[There's a couch, a comfy looking chair, and near them both, a coffee table. There's also a TV with a couple different gaming consoles, a small path veers off to the kitchen, and another to her bedroom.

Since there's only one, it's really not very big apartment in the end, but she's made it her own.]

[cardboard_journalism]

T-thanks, Leia...

[wow, this was a veritable mansion compared to her place] [she'd just... look around, a bit, curiously]

You... like video games, huh? Kahk kahk...

[journaler]

[If there were more to the place, Leia would offer a tour but... really, what you see is what you get. She doesn't mind answering questions, though.]

I do! I never used to, but helping out at the game center kind of changed that, I guess. There are just so many different genres...

I bet you could find one you liked, too.

[cardboard_journalism]

Sss, sss, sss. CERES definitely seems to encourage it, really. [maybe it was all a trick to get them addicted on time-wasting hobbies so they could brain-control everyone?! Y'know, like in that old science fiction show...]

I probably could! But, I have a policy against letting myself do fun things. Takes too much time from working on the paper. Y'know?

[journaler]

[She hadn't really thought of it that way, but the Game Center is one of the more impressive buildings in the colony. Still, aside from that one time at Julius's party, the games seem harmless.

Hearing Myriam say something like that is really kind of sad. Leia shakes her head.]

Just don't forget, you need a break just like everyone else. You might get wrinkles if you don't stop and smell the roses every once and a while!

[cardboard_journalism]

Sss, sss, sss! No way! If I stopped to smell the roses, I might miss it when it comes time to sniff out a scoop!

And don't worry, my skin is wrinkle-free! You'd be surprised how much your skin improves when you protect it with a good box.

[speaking of which: she glanced around the room again. Is the yellow box she gave Leia anywhere?]

[journaler]

[The yellow box is in Leia's bedroom! She can kind of hazard a guess that it's what Myriam is looking for but... maybe not right away.

She doesn't deter her from taking interest in the place, at any rate.]

If you say so. But it gets so stuffy...

[......]

Anyway, I guess we should get to work. Unless there was something else you wanted to see.

[cardboard_journalism]

Sss, sss, sss! Just one of the many hazards you face being a journalist who goes deep undercover.

[she spun her pen, pridefully]

Oh, you mean... your article? Sure! No time like the present.

[journaler]

Right... Oh! [She claps her hands together, though, like she just thought of something.] And I'll get us drinks to sip on while we work.

Go ahead and have a seat, and we'll compare what we've got.

[cardboard_journalism]

R-right... sounds good.

[she was a little nervous about attempting to drink while working, but... she couldn't bring that up now.]

[she went to (carefully!) take a seat then]

[journaler]

[Leia doesn't think anything of it. While Myriam (hopefully) makes herself comfortable, Leia slips into the kitchen and grabs a couple bottles of juice for them... and a straw, to hopefully make things easier.

She'll set them down, then lay out her notes.]

Let's see... so Mosley's "cleansing" started on the 18th. That's when all the weird stuff started happening with all our electronics.

[cardboard_journalism]

[Myriam made no move for it... for now]

And then ViViD! And the train! And... and... that thing that made everyone really scared!

[she didn't even need her notes for that]

[journaler]

That's right!

[ViViD WAS A SPECIAL TIME... and the train. She could say a lot of things about that, though they're mostly personal and not very news-materialy. She frowns: there are a lot of things Myriam could be talking about here.]

Wait. Which thing do you mean?

[cardboard_journalism]

You know! The psychic... vision of... whatever it was.

[...everyone saw that, right? It wasn't Scuttlebutt going crazy...

...right???]

[journaler]

[Leia didn't see it, but Myriam isn't crazy. Well. In this specific case. Leia remembers, sort of--second-hand.]

...You mean LILITH?