First Transmission

[nihility]

I - [Action, morning - 1450 Mitchell Road]

[Looks like Robot House has a new not!daughter. She is currently wandering around the house at the crack of dawn, pushing open every single door and window in the house, regardless of who or what may be in/out there. When she "finishes" so to speak, she settles at the landing of the staircase, her hands folded in her lap. She appears to be fascinated by them.]

II - [action, afternoon - around town]

[Kuyou will be wandering around aimlessly, still apparently fascinated by her skin and hair. She doesn't appear very aware of her surroundings, so excuse her if she absentmindedly bumps into a tree or gets hit by a car. And then picks herself right back up like nothing happened.]


III - [phone, afternoon]

This...place...it is very strange.

We are...all humans? ...feels strange. Sasaki not here? Kyou..ko? Fuji...wara? [She pauses.] Kyon?

Comments

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Right, uh... Kuyou...

I'm guessing that would have to do with not having met you yet. I haven't been back home since Christmas.

[nihility]

Not...meet?

Time-travelers? They are supposed to...stay out.

[Her head tilts to the side ever so slightly]

What's...Christmas?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Well, the whole concept of time is a little messed up here.

As for Christmas, a set of festivities held on December 25th? Originating from the Christian religion signifying the birth of their saviour, but ultimately spreading beyond that to just a general season of goodwill. It's pretty prevalent among Earth folk.

[nihility]

Yes...everything is...warm. I am, too. [She stares down at her hands for a moment, before looking back up and listening to the description.]

I see. Recorded, thank...you.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

... Warm?

(I'm not entirely sure what relation that has to what we were talking about...)

[nihility]

[She holds up her hands, and flexes them a few times.]

...human skin.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Ah, I see.

(Well, she's certainly an odd one. Odder than Nagato even.)

[nihility]

Kyon.

Are we...alone? Mama Lady says Sasaki...was here, but...no one else?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Nagato is here. Other than that, no-one.

[nihility]

[The second Kyon finishes his sentence, Kuyou reaches up to grab his shoulder.]

She is here?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

... Yeah? What of it?

[nihility]

[Her grip tightens.]

She is not incapacitated?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

No, she's fine. Why are you asking?

[nihility]

No...data interference?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

"Data interference"?

[nihility]

From...myself and..the Sky Canopy Dominion.

[She abruptly recoils her hand.]

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Not that I know of.

[nihility]

[She gives a slight nod. It's hard to tell if she's happy that Yuki's fine, or...disappointed.]

[slave_of_suzumiya]

(... She's impossible to read. Even Nagato leaves at least some subtle hints!)

that face, lol

[nihility]

[Kuyou stares back, unblinking. This will go on forever, if you let it, Kyon.]

[slave_of_suzumiya]

So, anything else you want to know?

[nihility]

[She shakes her head.]

I know...all that I need...to.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Okay then...

(Geez... What am I supposed to make of this girl anyway?)

[nihility]

[All of a sudden, the corners of her mouth start twitching. Slowly, and ever so very slowly, a smile forms on her face.]

Thank...you.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Oh, uh... You're welcome! No problem at all!

(... Then again, some of those questions WERE pretty odd...)