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( The feed starts with a wobble, Clarice ignoring the swoop of fear and nausea that washes through her to tighten her grip on her phone. )
Hi.
( She smiles, and it looks easy even though it's not. She's made no effort to hide her mutation, unnaturally green eyes bright in the light of her apartment, pink mark over one of them. The only thing that isn't obvious are her ears, and the fact that she can rip holes in space. But she's trying to look approachable. She's sitting cross-legged on the floor, her back to the couch. Her free hand moves restlessly, seems to be petting something off camera as she gears up to speak. )
Um, my name's Clarice. I got here a couple of months ago, and I figured now would be a good time to say hey and maybe ask some questions. ( Blowing out a breath. She can do this. ) I've noticed that some of us - the displaced - are a little young, and it got me wondering if anyone had set up something to make sure they're being properly cared for? Not like a foster home, because we've all been given beds and sh --. Stuff. ( Motherfucker. ) But more for emotional support? One of those big brother-slash-big sister schemes. Making sure they're safe, or uh, that they're eating proper food instead of candy bars. Or even just to talk. Because it's hard enough for anyone ending up here, but I know I would have been freaked out as a kid.
( Another pause, and then --. )
Actually, I've been through the whole world turned upside down high school thing, so even if there's not and anyone wants to talk about it, or just have someone to rant to? My phone's always on me. And if I'm not good enough then there's always Zingo. ( She angles the camera now to take in the dog sitting at her side. ) Who is definitely a good judge of character and requires so many hugs. You'd be doing me a favour. My arm's getting sore.
( There, she's done, she's made it through the broadcast and can now panic a little off-screen. ) Okay, thanks!
Hi.
( She smiles, and it looks easy even though it's not. She's made no effort to hide her mutation, unnaturally green eyes bright in the light of her apartment, pink mark over one of them. The only thing that isn't obvious are her ears, and the fact that she can rip holes in space. But she's trying to look approachable. She's sitting cross-legged on the floor, her back to the couch. Her free hand moves restlessly, seems to be petting something off camera as she gears up to speak. )
Um, my name's Clarice. I got here a couple of months ago, and I figured now would be a good time to say hey and maybe ask some questions. ( Blowing out a breath. She can do this. ) I've noticed that some of us - the displaced - are a little young, and it got me wondering if anyone had set up something to make sure they're being properly cared for? Not like a foster home, because we've all been given beds and sh --. Stuff. ( Motherfucker. ) But more for emotional support? One of those big brother-slash-big sister schemes. Making sure they're safe, or uh, that they're eating proper food instead of candy bars. Or even just to talk. Because it's hard enough for anyone ending up here, but I know I would have been freaked out as a kid.
( Another pause, and then --. )
Actually, I've been through the whole world turned upside down high school thing, so even if there's not and anyone wants to talk about it, or just have someone to rant to? My phone's always on me. And if I'm not good enough then there's always Zingo. ( She angles the camera now to take in the dog sitting at her side. ) Who is definitely a good judge of character and requires so many hugs. You'd be doing me a favour. My arm's getting sore.
( There, she's done, she's made it through the broadcast and can now panic a little off-screen. ) Okay, thanks!

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[After all, who's to say the case workers are even trustworthy and even if they are, that's not to say kids from entirely different worlds are going to trust them.]
So I guess...it seems like you've got this covered but if I can help at all, let me know?
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( It's said with a slight huff of bewildered laughter. )
I'm pretty sure I just accidentally signed myself up for it though. Which is fine, I'm not complaining, I want to help as much as I can? I just don't know how to go about it.
( It might not be that hard. There could be a club. Or a group. Or one of those pair-up schemes, but she'd definitely have to work it unofficially. She doesn't have any qualifications. )
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[She's young, but she was student council president and strategist for the Phantom Thieves. She figures that has to be of some use at least.]
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( That feels the most important thing. )
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[She knows technically she's an adult now but maybe she's still young enough, even if she was never much good at being a kid even when she was one.]
My name's Makoto Niijima. Once you get some more information or if there's anything you need help with, please let me know.
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( And if it's just Clarice being pseudo-aunt to everyone than so be it. )
But thanks Makoto, I'll keep that in mind. Hopefully it'll be easy enough. And it's nice to know it's not a completely crazy idea. Which helps.
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[There's a reason she tends not to hit up the network very often.]
But you're right. We make it too serious and it'd just be like having more case workers on their backs.
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( But score one for her being sensible, she guesses. She just wants to help, and this feels like a good place to start. )
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[And she'd like to even think she's getting there, bit by bit.]
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( She can go from extreme to extreme anyway. She knows that. )
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[If they're both worried about the same thing, that seems a way to resolve it, at least.]
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( She's so awkward. )
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[She's never been very good at connecting with her peers, but this seems like a good place to start here.]
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( She's so goddamn dramatic. )
But I think we'll do all right. And at least now I've got some things to think about and work on now, which is great. This might actually not be the world's most awkward failure.
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[She believes in them.]
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( Because friends. )
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[Friends are good.]