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[it wouldn't be particularly far-fetched to assume Miku hasn't been awake for long prior to finding herself here, if she's been awake at all; she's in her pajamas, the flannel pants hanging around her ankles and reaching down to the floor, hair loose from its pigtails and spilling over her shoulders and back in a disarray. she glances around in something of a daze, and upon finding nothing to soothe the sense of dread welling up in her stomach, she calls out softly, even though she doubts it'll be of any use--]

Luka?

[ooc: Miku from Magnet, aka "baaaaw being a lesbian is so hard baaaaw"-Miku. I'm new, and I don't really have any idea what I'm doing, but you can probably expect at least a bit of ridiculous angst. Loosely based on this video, for added angst and "KAITO-NII WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME ANYMORE ;__;". Yup.]

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Aand it's school time for me! I'll either tag back in a bit or in six hours. 8D; Either way, see ya!

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A lot, huh... [pauses, and then asks, carefully--]

How long?

Hahaha |D see yaaaaaa

[iluvbumblebee.livejournal.com]

Ah, a few weeks.

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[stops dead in her tracks, hand falling limp in Luka's]

But-- but I saw you today.

[iluvbumblebee.livejournal.com]

. . . Right. *Puts her free hand to her face, sighing* Look, Miku . . . I guess I'd better come clean.

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About what?

[iluvbumblebee.livejournal.com]

*AWKWARD SMILE TO END ALL AWKWARD SMILES* About not . . . exactly being the Luka you're looking for.

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... What do you mean? Luka is Luka.

[iluvbumblebee.livejournal.com]

In a sense, you're right! That Luka is a part of me, you could say. A side of me.

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[her eyebrows rise a bit, while the corners of her mouth pull downwards] Then, the whole of you is...?

[iluvbumblebee.livejournal.com]

A . . . performer. You were confused when I mentioned recording--you see, I'm a singer. The relationship you understand us as having is from a duet I sang with--well, you.

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[pauses]

I'm sorry. I really don't understand any of this.

[iluvbumblebee.livejournal.com]

I don't blame you. It must sound bizarre to you, but I'm not sure how to explain it more clearly . . .

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Try. Please.

[iluvbumblebee.livejournal.com]

Okay, let me . . . try from the beginning. I'm Megurine Luka, a singer. I sang a song called "Magnet" with Hatsune Miku. It was about two women falling in love, vowing to stay together even in the face of disapproval from those around them. You're Miku--but Miku from the song, who actually lived the events the song was about.

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... No, that's wrong. I didn't sing anything like that.

[iluvbumblebee.livejournal.com]

That's what I'm saying, though; you're not the singer, you're . . . more like the song made real.

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[a shaky laugh] What are you saying? I'm a person. I'm not a song.

[iluvbumblebee.livejournal.com]

I know, I know. It was a poor choice of words. Perhaps you could call them parallels of each other.

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[pulls away from Luka, looking down at her feet. there's a brief silence]

I want to go home.

[iluvbumblebee.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. I'm not sure how to do that . . .

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Why not? You came here in a cab, right?

[iluvbumblebee.livejournal.com]

Yes. Unfortunately, getting in and getting out seem to be . . . different. No matter how far I go here, it never seems to end.

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... I want to go home.

[iluvbumblebee.livejournal.com]

Miku . . . I'll help you. Don't worry. I'm sure there must be a way . . .

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[shakes her head, her hair hitting against the sides of her face] You don't have to. You're really not my Luka, after all, so you don't owe me anything.