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"...Sorry?"

N blinks a few times, snapping himself out of his daze he'd found himself in. He hadn't realized somebody had been trying to talk to him until just now, and he offers a short smile towards the girl as an apology.

"It is ... difficult to see the purpose of all this."

valentines day, is something despite the years he's been here. Something he could never actually understand because of how useless it is. why dedicate a whole day to show how much you love someone when it should be everyday? not that Lahabrea understood the singles.

Sleepy caramel lizard lifts their chin, their tongue flickering out as they smell their surroundings; grass and flowers bloom on their body, marking their origin as a dragon borne from life, thoroughly out of place in the Sunset Academy’s square compared to all the astral dragons. 

“It’s a bit different, isn’t it, Misca?”

Dragon does not seem worried, though, slightly larger and more well grown than the youngest, but still smaller than some of the eldest. They let out a small yawn, disinterested, before turning their head to their meet their partner’s gaze with lazy response.

“Too loud. Not enough... sun.”

Human partner of the dragon gives a warm, closed eye smile, amused by dragon’s words. He doesn’t respond verbally as of yet, but instead, crouches downwards unto his knees to run his hand over Misca the dragon’s grassy back, who arches upwards into his touch.

“I suppose you’re right, hm? But, we’ll get used to it soon enough. I’m sure you’ll make plenty of friends, as well,” he soothes, before scooping his partner up into his arms. Misca’s getting too big for this, of course, but it does not stop either of the pair from doing so anyway. “Look, there’s another Life dragon, over there. If you’re so homesick, we can go say hello.”

Misca offers a hum in response, warm but noncommittal, and Colin hails a student who’s accompanied by a Life dragon with a smile and small wave, approaching them softly! It’s likely they’re just visiting from their own campus, as opposed to being a full time transfer like Misca and Colin, but nonetheless, it’s nice to see another dragon similar to Misca around.

Were it so easy as that.

Morgan’s brow furrowed as she inspected her room. The Palilicium (or that was what the locals seemed to call it) was some sort of apartment hostel or something to that effect, as far as she could tell. She wasn’t on Earth, she wasn’t on Talos, she wasn’t in that secretive bunker that they’d been working on the last hope for humanity for inside of. Where here was? It was unknown to her.

She hated unknowns. She hated not having any data to go off of. She hated having no process to bring her up to speed yet again. Too many holes in her memory. Regardless, the doctor felt hilariously out of place in her pressure suit, given that the majority of the very curious-looking residents of the city she’d seen on a quick jaunt around the block were clad in attire that was not so... futuristic.

Setting out, the doctor reached into her bag and extended her cane with a flick of her wrist, working her way through the winding streets. She kept a close eye on the street signs so she could find her way back, and ignored any stares sent her way. Before too long, she’d managed to find a clothing shop, and Morgan was pleased to find that her credit stores were enough to allow her purchase of a simple outfit. It was nothing spectacular; a charcoal-gray, respectable-looking blazer with a burgundy blouse beneath, a mandarin collar button-up. She opted to go with a pair of black trousers and a set of boots, albeit ones with a low heel and a mid-calf cut. Looking slightly out of time with her oddly retro-styled-but-not outfit with her suit folded up in her bag, she began working her way back to the Palilicium, cane tapping gently at the cobblestones and brickwork as she walked her way back with a slight limp. Her hair gently rippled in the Autumnal breeze.

That was when she saw her, in front of a stand selling some sort of wares, but that wasn’t what had Morgan’s attention. Even from a moderate distance, even from behind and in different clothing, she would recognize that neck, her hair, the way she held herself, even with a new element of structure to her build.

That was Chief Systems Engineer Mikhaila Ilyushin. Morgan’s jaw dropped a little, and she felt her breath catch, her heart leaping so far into her throat it felt like she was about to taste it. How? First she awoke in a place she was uncertain of the nature of, and then... of all people to run into, in all the worlds and times and spaces, it had to be that slavic woman with the astrophysics degree and her own know-how around a wrench, didn’t it?

Her hand not full of cane supporting her raised slightly and hesitantly just at about bust level with her fingers slightly curled, like she wanted to reach out but was stopped by some reservation.

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