Mope mope mope. Mope.
This is what Usagi's been doing just about all day.
However, she has managed to leave her room, but now she's just a burrito slug of blankets and mope on the couch. Face down, making the occasional noise, television filled with cartoons of some sort.
Fortunately for their sanity, Shingo's at a friend's house for dinner, Kenji's still at work, and Ikuko is busy preparing dinner.
Well, Kenji was at work.
He enters the front door, kisses his wife, and sighs at his slug of a daughter.
"You still alive there?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuug."
He sighs again and sets his briefcase down on his chair. In the kitchen, her parents talk quietly, probably about her being home and not being sick. Hushed whispers. She hears the name 'Minori.'
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuug."
Hannah, for her part, has managed a day off! For medical reasons. And not just for Eclipse work, either. It's her bi-annual checkup, and so most of the day has been being prodded, poked, and a myriad of other tests that will no doubt boil down to 'yes you're still blind and no we can't help your daughter'.
Hannah doesn't bother hiding the eye rolls when she gets the news before absconding for a nice run. One quick stop back home for a shower and a change. It's then that her phone rings. A calendar alert. Specifically, one about a certain bunny and a very, very hard memory. Toweling off, she can't help but frown.
"Time really does fly. HEY BORIS! Mind the apartment, I've got stuff to do."
One Cheating Mage Teleport later, her henshin fades away, and she's walking up to the front door of Usagi's home. There's a wrapped bundle under one arm, and her cane in the other.
WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP!
"OHHHHH TSUKINO RESIDENCE! I'm looking for a certain pair of missing odaaaangos! Might I come in?" She shouts, with all the usual consideration for volume when making an entrance. Hopefully Kenji and SlugUsa have ear-plugs.
"Yes, Minori was killed a year ago tomorrow. I do agree it's a good idea to keep her home for a few days. But she's just so sa--"
The WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP! causes Ikuko to jump nearly out of her skin. Then her eyes light up and she rushes to open the door. "Hannah-chan! It's so lovely to see you again, dear! You haven't been by in too long!"
The words, scolding from some, are warm from the Bunny Mother. She gives Hannah a warn hug and ushers her inside. "Usagi's slugging on the couch. Would you like some lemon tarts, dear?"
"Uuuuuugggg--Hannah-chan?" Usagi lifts herself up off the couch. The missing odango have been found! But aside from those and a pair of eyes shadowed in the blanket, the rest of her is hidden.
It would take a true demon to turn down Bunny Mom hugs, and Hannah's as tight (and tomboyish) as usual. Including the ending slap on the back like she's known the woman for ages.
"Yeeeah, I know, I'm sorry Miss Tsukino. Been busy with school and work, you know? But don't worry, I still want to make dinner with you, Ma'am."
A deep sigh. "Is she? I had a feeling. I appreciate it, but honestly that's kind of why I'm here. Slugging's not good for you." Then, she winks, and /grins/ like a madwoman.
Then, she stalks into the room and manages to lock gaze on that odango-gaze. Hannah pauses, kneels down, and smiles. "Usagi. C'mere." The present gets put down, and then, she's bodily hauling poor Usagi over her shoulder like a sack of potatos. Blanket and odangos and all. Then a foot kicks up the present for her to catch with the other arm.
"Alright, much better. Hi, Usa-chan. I've got a present for you. C'mon!" Pause.
"That you, Mister Tsukino? Been a while! Sorry, I'm borrowing the incarnation of blankets over here for a while. She'll be back by bed time, don't worry."
Then, up towards Usa's room she goes! MOre or less trying to kick it (gently!) open before depositing her present and then Usagi herself. "Go on, open it!" Inside, there's a silk red dress. Nothing modern, very much reminiscint of a prohibition flapper's dress. It's complete with heels and a very, very tiny hat!
Ikuko staggers a bit forward under the weight of the hearty slap. "Well, whenever you're ready, dear. You have our number."
Kenji looks up from the competitor's newspaper. His expression is warm, and after a moment there's a faint coloring of suspicion. "Nice to see you, Hannah-chan. Maybe this incarnation will cheer up easier than others?" Curious eyebrows.
He suspects, of course. A blind girl with a cane he's pretty sure is mostly for show. Somehow. Maybe?
Or maybe he's just suspicious of everyone now because he's a reporter and his daughter is Sailor Moon.
He turns back to the paper. "She's on a school sabatical at the moment, so her bed time's an hour later than usual. If you're going to be late or run into any...issues, please call to let us know."
And then Usagi is a sack of Bunnytatos! She lets out a squeak mid 'ug' and flails for a moment before deciding to do a good impersonation of a sack of Bunnytatos, trusting Hannah not to drop her.
But then she does!
But not really. Usagi's not 'ug' enough to just slither to the ground. In fact, now she's rather curious.
Curious eyes at Hannah, she opens the package and gasps. "Hannah-chan! They're so pretty!"
Girl does as girl does, she pulls out the dress and holds it up to her. The color makes her give a sad smile, but everything else!
She looks up at Hannah. "What is it for?"
"They're a tough bunch, but somehow I think this one is fluffier than others on the inside. I'll do my best." That suspicion in the man's voice has her own brows flattening just a moment. Then, a chuckle. 'Issues'. No words, just a single thumbs up and a casual wave.
Once they're up in Usa's room, Hannah sighs. "Remind me to never make him angry. Sharp and smart are a terrible combination for someone like me."
Arms cross proudly on the young woman, and the American stands tall and proud. "What do you think? It's a present, for you, so that you can look the part for tonight's dinner. R.T."
A brief, emerald green glow around Hannah, and her outfit has entirely changed. Gone from a metallica t-shirt, scarf, and jeans, to a full on 20's red and black suit, complete with tie and hat. She adjusts it on the top of her head. Unlike her usual white suit, this thing is embelleshed with golden pins, and other entirely too garish and loud accents. The dress, too, has several cheeky frills and is short. By prohibition standards, anyway.
Even her cane is now an eagle-headed silver, which she's already using to tap-tap-tap and eventually open the window to her room.
"I own a club, and it's 20's swing night. You're coming with me, we're gonna have dinner and dance and have /fun/. And on the way there..."
Tap tap inside of her pocket. Raging Tempest makes a call to Boris, and not half a block away from Usagi's house, a single black limo pulls up with WPS' logo on it.
Hannah walks over to Usagi's door briefly peeks out, and yells down the hall.
"We're doing the sneak out the window thing! See you tonight, Mister and Miss Tsukino!"
"You're going to tell me all about what's got you depressed. And it won't leave my lips to anyone. Promise, as your friend, Usagi. You sound awful. Lay it on me, huh?" A warm, warm smile, even as she's working on pulling a rope out from suit-space, chucking the other end out the window.
It's about here that Hannah pretty much bunnyhandles her towards the bathroom for a quick, magic-assisted change! And just a liiiitle bit of self-indulgent hair brushing on Hannah's part. She's always wanted to be a big sister.
"Papa's the best. Almost as smart as Mamo-chan!" Ahh, the bias of young love! "He knows a lot now. Followed Mamo-chan one day, and woosh, cat's out of the bag!"
Luna lifts her head up a little. She spots Hannah. "Hello, Hannah-san." A Look, then she goes right back to her catnap.
Usagi blinks in confusion. "R.T....?" But hen she gasps! "Hannah-chan! You look so dashing! Very pretty!"
Another gasp! "You own a club?"
And her eyes are wide and watery and even though she's still sad she looks so happy! "For me?"
She allows herself to be bunnyhandled, and as Hannah brushes her hair she sighs, sad bunny. "Well, there's the stuff from last year. Papa knows about it. But he doesn't know Rei broke up with me."
"...I see. Well, that's bound to happen sooner or later. Just keep an eye on him. Reporters are curious by nature. Make sure he doesn't bite off more than he can chew." Offers Hannah, voice growing just a touch stern. Then, she softens.
"Hey, fuzzy." Reeeeach. Scritch an ear, and she discretely deposits combination tuna, milk, and catnip in a small bundle. Hannah knows how to treat the fuzzy-friends of the world.
The compliment gets an over-exaggerated bow with a wild grin. "Raging Tempest is a hell of a tailor, believe it or not. Give a Device a wifi connection and...well, let's just say that her search history is..."
There's a sudden annoyed beeping sound.
"You're no fun R.T. Buzzkill!" She complains.
"It's called the Blue Note. I'm a red blooded American. And we love diversification in our businesses. Boris likes to call it 'economic downturn proofing'."
Hannah freezes up in her brushing for just a moment. The mirror in front of them reflects a brief look of absolute fury. Not the kind of a Miss White brawling with the senshi in the past. But the one angered for a friend. Somehow, it might look about ten times worse.
"That...was a rough time on you. And frankly anything I say is going to sound trite, so I'll just put it this way." She sucks down her anger, flat drops the brush, and hugs Usagi from behind.
Silence, a good minute, just hugging. A confident, cocky little smile that reeks of Hannah. Maybe overbearing, but she wants to make sure Usagi knows she's /here/ for her. For Hannah, that means overwhelming force of physical presence and personality.
"Me and a lot of other people would be dead right now if not for you and your sacrifices. You went through things nobody should have. And you lived, and you helped other people. Cynical as I can get, you're a real hero, Usagi. Some lucky jerks like me get to remember that, and I sure as hell won't forget any time soon."
Then, she lets go, fumbles for the brush, and returns to hairstylist Hanners. Her smile returns to barely contained murderous rage.
"...Now tell me exactly what happened with Rei, while I can still resist the urge to bribe a Diet member to redirect two nearby highways traffic through that shrine." Hannah is not above petty revenge when angered, if physical violence is a no-go.
Usagi nods. "Yeah. Kunzite talked to him. I don't know what he said, but he's being careful."
(Basically what it had boiled down to: If you get yourself killed, it will shatter your daughter's heart and she needs it not to be shattered.)
Few things can draw Lune from a nap, especially one that was driven by 'Usagi is hurting and I don't know how to help.' Tuna, milk, and the promise of a catnip high? She's awake!
"Thank you, Hannah-chan." Chom nom kitty nom. Lap lap lap!
Usagi slaps her head. "Raging Tempest! I'm so sorry, Tempest-san. My mind's not all here today."
And then, Serious Face with No Ulterior Motive. "You could see if you could invest in Disneyland Tokyo. Make lots of money. Get your friends in for free. Ah, I mean...make lots of money."
And if Usagi weren't Usagi, the hug may be overbearing. As it is, she is Usagi, so she takes the hug and absorbs it all up, storing that warmth up.
She gives a soft snort, giving Hannah an affectionate look in the mirror. "I seem to recall getting help from lots of people, including a certain Miss White. I couldn't have done any of it without you and everyone else."
And she gasps and turns to look up at Hannah, eyes wide. "No, don't do that, please! I'm hurt and sad, but I still love her. And when I'm not as hurt or sad, I know I'll want to be friends with her still because she's still one of my best friends. I need her, Hannah, and not just because we smooched and cuddled for a few months."
Then she sighs and shrugs. "And I...don't know. She was distant for awhile, and then yesterday I went over and..." She shrugs. "She wasn't mean. I think she was trying not to cry." Or is that wishful thinking?
There's a deep, deep sigh of relief. "If it's Kunzite, probably best not to know. Talk about smart and biting off more than you can chew." It's said entirely with an air of pure admiration and a little jealousy. Maybe even a medium amount.
Luna is out for the count. Hannah's kitty duty is done, and there's a brief moment of pride. Moon kitties conquered!
Raging Tempest pipes up! "Do not worry Mistress Usagi. Mistress Hannah is an addle minded power-hungry..."
"/HEY/! I am by no /means/ addle minded! I have a four-oh gpa! And that's even with my C in art class!"
"As well as magi-technological superiority."
Hannah pauses. She sighs. "I really hate you sometimes R.T. You loveable doom calculator."
"You are welcome, Mistress." R.T. practically robo-hmph's at her Master.
Cough. Back on topic. She looks away. There's a bitter tone at first. "I couldn't even scratch that wench." There's the sound of a clenched fist. The mirror reflects more self loathing than rage for once. It fades quickly into a smile.
"But it worked out in the end, somehow."
Finally, Hannah outright rolls her eyes, and her rage finally subsides. "...Not even slashed tires? You're a better woman than I, Usagi Tsukino." Both arms are held out, and she forces mirth into her smile and voice. It's dreadfully thin, utterly fake. Hannah's attempt at soothing herself for the sake of a friend.
"Whatever you say, kiddo. Good. I'm glad to hear that. I get it. I get it. I'll...well, lay off as much as I ever do. No punching outside of Business. What about you? Talk to me, kiddo. How do you feel?" Really, Rei doesn't matter right now. It's Usagi on Hannah's mind, eyes soft and nakedly concerned.