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[notyourutopian]

We can ask the band director if you can borrow one.

[They'll just need a good excuse.]

Sure? I always kind of liked the fog. It makes everything feel really still.

[burningblossoms]

[Yukiko makes a small noise of agreement about the band, but it's no big deal. Now the fog...]

Well, yeah. I was in a place filled with fog. Really, really thick fog. It was like...I don't know, it felt like a castle. Stone walls and torches, and that was about all I could see clearly.

[She stops talking for a minute, huffing a breath.]

I do think I saw things moving in the fog though. Like shadows, masks, or something. It was terrifying. I don't know how else to describe it.

[notyourutopian]

It...almost sounds like a monster movie.

[Eleanor sighed faintly.]

We'll figure it out. At least you weren't hurting anyone, right.

[burningblossoms]

Honestly? I wouldn't be surprised if it was.

And no, I don't think I was hurting anyone. But I feel like if I'd made a wrong move I'd have been hurt. Badly.

[Maybe even killed.]

Whatever was in that fog was...malevolent.

[notyourutopian]

You're alright, though. Just...focus on that, okay? Whatever might've happened didn't.

[Yukiko was still there. If these were some kind of insane memories then...well. Eleanor didn't want to dwell on that.]

[burningblossoms]

Yeah. And you aren't fighting any masked maniacs. We're here in Recolle and even if we have amnesia and super powers, that's not who we are now.

[There is one other thing that sticks out though, now that she thinks about it.]

Also have you ever seen me wearing a pink dress?

[notyourutopian]

Take what we can get, right? Superpowers might be cool though.

[She draws in a breath.]

Pink?

[Eleanor is quiet, mentally going over various dresses worn to various dances.]

...Don't think so.

You always struck me as more of a red girl anyway. You wear it enough.

[burningblossoms]

Okay.

[She wears red for a reason. It's just her color.
That's really all there is to that.]

I agree. I was just wearing pink in this memory.

Can't imagine why, it doesn't look good on me, not with my eyes.

[notyourutopian]

Hm.

Well, how'd it look?

[burningblossoms]

I didn't have a mirror, but I think it looked bad.

[Really, that's it. Another dumb detail.]

[notyourutopian]

Huh.

Well, now we know not to put you in anything pink.

[She laughs softly.]

[burningblossoms]

Exactly.

[She huffs a breath and looks over at the clock.]

And...we have class in the morning. You think you can sleep?

[notyourutopian]

I don't know. I just keep...keep seeing it...

[She knows she's dwelling. She trails off and sucks in a breath.]

I took two benadryl. Figure that'll knock me out either way.

[burningblossoms]

Good. We can talk more about it tomorrow.

[A beat.]

Goodnight, Eleanor.

[notyourutopian]

Sorry for the late text.

Night Yukiko.