06 January 2018 @ 06:39 pm
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[yeah, this hasn't really been the greatest of weeks for Madoka, and the way the entire city is cloaked and flowers and thoughts for things lost is probably only fitting.]

[she could use a good distraction right now — and she figures that after the lockdown and whatever else they may be going through, maybe someone else might like one, too. so, at some point in the evening, she sends out what is hopefully not a too intrusive brain text:]


Hi. What's your favorite thing from back home? I'd like to try to draw it for you.

Or, we could just talk about it, if you prefer.
 
 
04 January 2018 @ 05:55 pm
[ unfortunately, this wholly accidental broadcast of thoughts isn't a very pleasant one. around midday, while the interrogations are still taking place, the sounds of a young girl's sobs are transmitted through the signet's telepathy. those who have interacted with ruby are likely to recognize her voice, but you don't need to know that much to understand that something bad has happened. ]

I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to tell...
 
[ the apology is repeated intermittently between her sobs. she doesn't seem to be very consolable... with what's been going on today, it might be obvious as to what she's talking about. for roommates, the door to the room that she's being interrogated in bursts open as her outward sobs can be heard, but only the monitor seems to be visibly there.  ]