It's getting toward late on a school night, but not horribly late. And 'school night' is maybe a little more flexible a term still in the wake of Walpurgisnacht, anyhow.
Not an uncommon thing: Usagi's phone signals a text.
Slightly more uncommon thing: it's from a number she doesn't recognize.
Still here?
There's the buzzing of her phone. Well, not her phone. Well, it is her phone, but it's more Sailor Moon's.
Shut up, it's late and she's tired.
She quints at the screen, at the number, and is totally confused.
:::::Yeah. Who's this?
I've bled enough because you people think keeping secrets means carrying water in a sieve, thanks. Maybe you'll get that later.
Just keep this number. This phone will get microwaved. So one of us needs to stay stable. Give me a word you'll know me by next time.
Do you have any idea what time it is? I've just started being able to sleep again and you woke me up. And if you wanted a Senshi who can ass together riddles on a whim, you should have gone with Mercury. What the hell are you even talking about?
Complaints, complaints. Ask J to guess at what's been happening on our end.
Ug context clues... K couldn't tell a microwave from a blender. N is too...not here. My guess is--
I WOULD ASK HIM YOU ASSHOLE BUT YOU KILLED HIM DIDN'T YOU NEXT TIME I SEE YOU I'M GONNA SCRATCH YOUR PRETTY FACE OFF YOU HEAR ME
There's just the faintest pause before the response. Just enough time for someone, hypothetically, to smirk at a phone.
See? You're doing better than Mercury already.
Wait, better than Mercury how? ...Thanks, I think?
She sits up in her fort, staring blearily at the screen.
How did you even get this number? Why are you texting?
Her shoulders slump.
Things must be bad if you're texting me of all people. Are you okay?
1. She took less than five minutes to spill enough to screw everyone over. Don't tell anyone about this. Even her. 2. Stole it. 3. Figure they're all watched.
Always. Unless you can prove not. Don't take ANY more chances. Understand?
She rubs her face. Dammit. Who decided she should be the one to be in charge?
1. Fine. I won't tell. 2. Stealing's wrong, tsk. 3. Who is?
At this point, she's crawling out the fort.
I tried to prove not. You got away before I could finish explaining things in the garden. What sort of chances? What aren't you telling me?
Anything you say in front of any of us, she hears. Anything you do in front of any of us, she sees. Unless you can prove otherwise. Understand?
Not telling you anything I don't have to. I don't have time and your people can't figure out when not to talk. Two minutes left, then I slag this phone.
Give me a word I can send you so you know it's me next time.
Fine. I hear you.
She scowls. Do you really think I've just been a blubbering fountain of information to everyone lately? But fine, do what you want. Because silence has helped so well in the past.
Whatever, Blossom. Just...stay safe.
I think you kissed him. I think she saw. I think I'm not dying for any of you people. I'll be in touch, if you don't screw me over, too.
Her eyes blur and for a moment she can't see the keypad. She still manages to type something out.
Thanks for the heads up on that.
And then another text.
Wait, you know what? How about I'll respond if you aren't such an absolute ass the next time. I get I screwed up, you ass, and I certainly don't need you to remind me how I just mess everything up. And oh yes, let me just sit here and plot all the ways I can think of that will just make your lives all living hell and do them all! Because obviously, that's all THE FUCK I'VE BEEN DOING YOU NARCISSISTIC ASSHOLE!
That off her chest, she texts back.
Seriously, stay safe, or I will find a way to drag your miserable soul back from hell just so I can kill you myself. Understood?
Go hold that seance, deathray girl. Sometime after you get your beauty sleep. Sweet dreams <3
After that, there are no more responses.
Usagi is clenching her teeth. Grinding, actually.
Ug. Sometimes she wishes she remembered just a little bit about him from before. Maybe that would make her not want to just wring his scrawny little neck.
With a sharp huff, she stands. And gets dresses in her Fuku.
Was that heart sarcastic? If so...
UG she was close to a good night's sleep.
Well, looks like another night of FURIOUSLY CLEANING her house.