[ eren shrugs, though the rest of it is a bit of a slow, almost lost sort of walk once they get into the building and have to find their way around. ]
That embassy insisted on giving one, [ so— card number is to apartment number? there’re too many numbers lmao. he clicks his tongue and keeps scrolling. ] I just took the card.
[ like he paid enough attention to remember the finer details— he just wanted out, but it was better (and safer) than sleeping on the streets. ]
[A soft hum as she looked around the lobby. They'd really been insistent on a lot of things. Mikasa was still getting the messages telling her about Manna and how easy it'd be for her to be able to get so many things. Along with reminders about her current lack of home.
...Yeah. She was just ignoring the device she'd been given now.]
They want me to take one... [She'd been too disorientated at the time. Only blinking when one of the embassy's workers had told her that she could have a dishwasher. Mikasa didn't need a whole-ass person to wash her dishes for her. She had hands... Maybe Eren had the right idea. Just grab the first thing they threw at him.
But after another moment of looking she paused, glancing up at him.]
Do you think they're putting us all together? [Like at the barracks back home.]
I'm not sure, some of the ones they showed me had three rooms at least. That was in a different building... [And had been bigger than the cabin she'd grown up. Though Mikasa was counting dining rooms and living rooms as places to sleep. She'd not wanted that, it seemed like too much. Way too much.
She followed him though the halls. It was his place they were going to right? So he'd know where it was, except...nothing happens. Mikasa just stared at him for a moment. Wondering what he was doing.
[ but slide where? where was this card slideable? upon further inspection, eren decides that its in the tight door frame's spacing. nothing. it doesn't even go in right. where else? under the door? "slide it in". makes sense.
so he crouches, slides the card underneath the door and into the apartment itself.
[Mikasa is really fucking helpful here. She just stands there, tilting to head to watch him kneel and slide the card under.
...She didn't have any better ideas. If they said slide it in then that was it. Right?
Except once again, nothing happens. After a few seconds of expectant silence, she reached trying the handle. Nope, nothing, nada. Just two absolute 100% bumpkins stood in the middle of a hallway by a door.
Mikasa slowly looked to Eren again. Then the door. Was it the right one? Uhh... She's just going to try knocking??? Which yet again, achieved nothing. So she looked back to Eren again as the silence dragged.]
[ well. that sucks. even trying to look under the thin space of the door doesn't garner much of a response or an answer. the silence grows and so does his frown, curving down his face and reaching for the inside of his pocket. ]
[Mikasa waited. Patiently, unsure, in her own lane. Because really, she was fine just being here. Though it was kind of awkward that Eren couldn't get into what was supposed to be 'his' place.]
Yeah. We went to the embassy place together... [Then were separated because reasons.] I'm not sure where he is though.
[And unlike Eren. She didn't think to go to the strange device.]
[ at least enough people have been showing him how to work this thing (shhhh timelines) that, albeit slowly, he knows where to go to find contacts and send a message . . . just. give him a moment. he types with only one finger. ]
[She gave a small nod, crouching down herself to look under the door. Not that there was a space, it was a good door. Solid, no small gaps like when a load of planks were put together.]
I'm not sure how to find him on there. [All she could do was send messages into the void. Though she had found her own inbox, for as much good as that did. But Armin was smart, he'd probably worked it out. Like he'd know a way of getting into the room.
At that though, Mikasa's hands came up. Giving the door a light press. She'd not been expecting much, if the handle hadn't opened it. Pushing it wouldn't work. Mikasa was just seeing if there it moved enough to make a gap, then they could slide something under and maybe get the card. But no. It was sealed and- ]
It's made of metal.
[AKA even she wasn't breaking through that... Guess they were waiting for Armin then.]
[ alas, no one had shown him how to use a card key door. but as the device vibrates and beeps while eren and armin send messages back and forth— eren gets . . . increasingly . . . embarrassed. his ears start burning, he frowns, glances to the door, back to the device, and probably after ten to twenty minutes in total, ]
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That embassy insisted on giving one, [ so— card number is to apartment number? there’re too many numbers lmao. he clicks his tongue and keeps scrolling. ] I just took the card.
[ like he paid enough attention to remember the finer details— he just wanted out, but it was better (and safer) than sleeping on the streets. ]
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...Yeah. She was just ignoring the device she'd been given now.]
They want me to take one... [She'd been too disorientated at the time. Only blinking when one of the embassy's workers had told her that she could have a dishwasher. Mikasa didn't need a whole-ass person to wash her dishes for her. She had hands... Maybe Eren had the right idea. Just grab the first thing they threw at him.
But after another moment of looking she paused, glancing up at him.]
Do you think they're putting us all together? [Like at the barracks back home.]
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[ much like barracks? that too, was what eren was thinking when they’d said rooms. he’s just not expecting an entire complex with separate rooms.
anyway, the number matches the card here. now, uh.
eren’s just going to hold out the card, and nothing happens. ]
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She followed him though the halls. It was his place they were going to right? So he'd know where it was, except...nothing happens. Mikasa just stared at him for a moment. Wondering what he was doing.
Waiting a bit longer.]
...Is it like the voucher?
[Did he have to exchange it for a key?]
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They said to slide it in.
[ but slide where? where was this card slideable? upon further inspection, eren decides that its in the tight door frame's spacing. nothing. it doesn't even go in right. where else? under the door? "slide it in". makes sense.
so he crouches, slides the card underneath the door and into the apartment itself.
he waits expectantly, but nothing happens. ]
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...She didn't have any better ideas. If they said slide it in then that was it. Right?
Except once again, nothing happens. After a few seconds of expectant silence, she reached trying the handle. Nope, nothing, nada. Just two absolute 100% bumpkins stood in the middle of a hallway by a door.
Mikasa slowly looked to Eren again. Then the door. Was it the right one? Uhh... She's just going to try knocking??? Which yet again, achieved nothing. So she looked back to Eren again as the silence dragged.]
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Did you see Armin around?
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Yeah. We went to the embassy place together... [Then were separated because reasons.] I'm not sure where he is though.
[And unlike Eren. She didn't think to go to the strange device.]
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[ at least enough people have been showing him how to work this thing (shhhh timelines) that, albeit slowly, he knows where to go to find contacts and send a message . . . just. give him a moment. he types with only one finger. ]
He'll know what to do.
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I'm not sure how to find him on there. [All she could do was send messages into the void. Though she had found her own inbox, for as much good as that did. But Armin was smart, he'd probably worked it out. Like he'd know a way of getting into the room.
At that though, Mikasa's hands came up. Giving the door a light press. She'd not been expecting much, if the handle hadn't opened it. Pushing it wouldn't work. Mikasa was just seeing if there it moved enough to make a gap, then they could slide something under and maybe get the card. But no. It was sealed and- ]
It's made of metal.
[AKA even she wasn't breaking through that... Guess they were waiting for Armin then.]
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[ alas, no one had shown him how to use a card key door. but as the device vibrates and beeps while eren and armin send messages back and forth— eren gets . . . increasingly . . . embarrassed. his ears start burning, he frowns, glances to the door, back to the device, and probably after ten to twenty minutes in total, ]
He's waiting for us at the Embassy.