Day 44: Women's Showers (2nd Shift)

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The sting of the water on Momo's wounds reminded her exactly where each and every burn was. Between that and the clear plastic wrapping the nurse placed around the long cut up her arm to her shoulder, she decided as little time in the actual spray would be wise. Sitting on a stool out of the direct stream, she went about scrubbing the grit and grime.

It almost felt weird to be alive with her throat intact, but Momo was not about to wish it was otherwise. In the past, maybe, but she remembered who she was and could not allow herself to become what she had been prior to her encounter with the undead knight. Wincing a bit with the pain of washing, she turned her thoughts to her upcoming meeting with Shikamaru. Or rather, she tried to. She still had to see Hitsugaya once she finished her shower.

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"Yep," Mele replied to the death in childbirth question. Women also died when they were slain by a stronger fighter or when armies and bandits raided villages for their own pleasure. Mele had seen that kind of thing only once.

As for women soldiers, Mele shrugged. She didn't have too many feelings about that; too busy swallowing a bae killing people. She probably didn't deserve to say anything on that front, being who she was.

"About ten years ago, I was revived in a more futuristic time than I remember. Where you come from sounds like that—it's the future to me, probably." Mele pulled her hair around over her shoulder. "Sounds fun. Is everything 'new' there?" she asked, carelessly clueless rather than sarcastic.

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Taura was still stuck on hunting for ways that yesterday's visitor had differed from the Bel Thorne she knew -- ways other than believing the Institute's pack of lies about Taura. Its mannerisms matched; that carelessly aggressive posture when Bel meant the dressing-down it was giving, the faint hint of quasi-maternal worry. All of it had been carefully coached; she hadn't seen a single slip. That had been what had convinced her it was an impostor; the real Bel would have found a way to signal her, to get a message through, even if it was just no, it's impossible. It would still have given her hope, since Bel might give up on impossibilities, but Miles didn't.

"New? I don't think so. Everything gets old -- jumpship Necklin rods aren't any different from," she glanced around, hunting for a reference point they were guaranteed to have in common, "floor tiles, when it comes down to it. But you said you were cryo-frozen? For a long time?" I guess you could do that with cryogenics -- take a one-way trip to the future just to play tourist. Not just to wait until you'd hit a medical facility capable of fixing whatever you'd done to yourself. It seemed like a lot of faith to have in the future, though Mele hadn't said she hadn't been injured. Just that she'd been successfully revived at the end of it.

"What was it like, seeing the future?"