Movement in the Breach

== Meta ==
Timing: Early 2017
Setting: Hong Kong Shatterdome; Tang Min's quarters
Other: In order of appearance, ‘bang bang bang’ (Cantonese, everything else is Russian), 'Sleeping Beauty’, 'sleepy head’, 'lightweights’ (the Sashas switched to vodka so that’s not entirely fair), 'cling ching cling ching’ (Cantonese), and 'goodnight’
== Text ==
Soft Mǐmǐ warm Mǐmǐ look at you all so-ber
C'fuzzled Mǐmǐ ready Mǐmǐ open the god-damn-door. 
.
Bìhng-īng Baang-làahng
Mǐn wakes instantly and shouts, “Gimme five minutes!” Shirt-pants-apron-shoes-door.
Bìhng-īng--
""You will come now, spjáščaja krasávica."" 
Shirt-pants--
Apron in the bathroom on the hanger--snag it--over head yank it shut adjust shirt except that’s flannel not cotton and you’re still wearing PJs. 
“I’m almost ready!”
""Sónja, stand down. There is no Kaiju. Open door please.""
Yesterday’s skirt, a little dusty but it’ll do wiggle from pants don’t get the strings caught in the closure.
Bìhng-īng Baang-làahng
“I said I’m coming!” Awkward elbows awkward shoulders knot’s too tight for this to be easy FREE! Shirt in the bathroom don’t try that again get a tank top Success!
Bìhng-īng Baang-làahng
Snap on your brace over the sock-cast, crutch’s in a corner.
One shoe hop hop hop two shoes spin the door handle--
There is a wall with a halo.
“There is no Kaiju,” repeats Lieutenant Kaidanovskaya.
There is a wall with a Jin tucked under an arm and Cheung’s pants down the front.
“Aleksis could not find key,” she explains. “You are cousin, yes? Aleksis puts them here?”
“There’s no Kaiju.”
“There is no Kaiju.”
“I’m awake.”
Lieutenant Kaidanovskaya nods (indulgently). “You are awake. Sashs explain come morning.” She pats the Hu over her shoulder. “Sasha keep legkovesov here?”
“Sure?”
The wall with Cheung’s pants and a Jin slips by- oh look, there’s a whole Cheung. They’re dumped on your bed, Lieutenant Kaidanovskaya piles the Hu on top, the wall - wait, that’s Lieutenant Kaidanovsky - shakes out a bedset.
Lieutenant Kaidanovskaya has your notebook. “Sasha writes what one would say, but,” she explains, scratching a note, “Sónja would not remember later.”
Lieutenant Kaidanovsky retrieves your pillow from under a Jin foot and changes the pillow case.
Lieutenant Kaidanovskaya’s in your bubble, returning your notebook to a front pocket of your apron and turning you around. “It is too early for tea girls to be awake.” Tugging around your waist, something goes over your head. “Alyosha?”
dīng ling dāng lāng
“Mersi.”
The room spins again--no, that’s just you. 
Lieutenant Kaidanovskaya, something off-white and flowery over her arm, puts your hands over your head and with a final fluff of your PJ top, gets all the extremities in the right spots. She ducks out of sight and your right leg twinges with the extra weight and then the floor’s cold under your left foot.
A hand on your ankle and you burn smell dust and blood and concrete Miss, stay awake--
You step out of reach.
Lieutenant Kaidanovskaya folds her hands in her lap and sighs.
“I’m dressed,” you state. 
“Shoes do not match.”
You look at your feet.
You’re only wearing one shoe. Where’s its mate--did you /seriously lose a shoe? Find it later new shoes now.
Tight around your chest.
Lieutenant Kaidanovskaya gently pulls you to the spare bed by the back of your top, sits you down, and gives you a pair of pants. “Skirt is dusty. Change, and Sasha will find shoes.”
Ooo, comfy pants. Why’ve you never worn these before? One leg two legs standing sucks wiggle from skirt flick into the bathroom.
Lieutenant Kaidanovskaya scoops your legs onto the bed and you topple backwards.
Lieutenant Kaidanovsky drops two blankets and tucks you in so tightly you can barely move.
You fight to get free anyway.
“Good night, Sónja,” whispers Lieutenant Kaidanovskaya.
“I’m awake!”
“Shh!” hisses Lieutenant Kaidanovskaya. “Do not wake triplets!”
“There’s a Kaiju!”
“There is no Kaiju.”
Hang on--
“There’s no Kaiju?”
“There is no Kaiju. Sónja must sleep.”
You flop back. “There’s no Kaiju.”
“And Sónja can sleep.”
“Goodnight.”
“Spokójnoj nóči Sónja.”
Creeeeeaak.
Clung.
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