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

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

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

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.

[pauses]

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

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

Try. Please.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

I want to go home.

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

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

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

... I want to go home.

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

[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.

It's--it's not about what I "owe" you! Even if I'm not your Luka, I still care about you, Miku. I still want to see you happy.

But I'm not the same Miku you care about, either, right?

Even if that were strictly true, I'd still want to help you, but it's . . . more complicated than that. Like I said, she--your Luka--is like a part of me. Her feelings and mine aren't entirely separate.

[makes a small 'oh' of realization, and another moment passes before she speaks again]

Even so, I'm-- that would mean I'm just a part of her. Am I wrong?

Not "just." You're still a complete person. You're still you. There's just . . . overlap, for lack of a better word.

[nods without saying anything, and doesn't really looks like she's paying attention anymore]