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Penelope hesitated in front of the door and thought, again, about simply going home. After the hard fight at the dining hall, the Shame Senshi had not been able to remeet with Europa. They had just been seperated by too much fighting and the desperate need to escape as the dining hall came tumbling down around them. She had been grateful to get the chance to see her friend and fellow Jovian escape, but beyond that, she didn't know what had happened to her until she had recieved a message saying that Tallulah had been taken to the hospital.

The black-haired teenager had come armed with a basket of apples, the quickest get-well gift she could think of and scrounge from her materials at home. She hadn't wanted to risk allergies with flowers or chocolates, but she still wanted to show her teammate that her efforts were appreciated. After arriving at the hospital, she had quietly asked the nurse at the front desk if she could see Tallulah, explaining that she was a friend. The nurse calmly told her that Tallulah had been stitched up during the night and was set to go home this morning, but after seeing Penelope's hurt expression, she had told her the room number and advised her to hurry. She might, might still be there.

Now, Penelope stood in front of the hospital room and fidgeted, knocking the basket lightly against her leg. Her own shoulder wound had flared up after the fight, but she was lucky to have escaped as well off as she had. She was nervous, not used to initiating contact with others. But... Europa, Tallulah, had sought her out after her own injury, reassuring her that someone cared and giving her a lovely card to cheer her up. Penelope hadn't expected, hadn't asked for her to do that; she was merely reporting to the more experienced Senshi what had happened, in case if impacted the other Jovians. Tallulah had extended a hand beyond professionalism and... Penelope couldn't allow her, now, to suffer alone.

So, taking a deep breath, she placed the basket on the ground momentarily in order to knock on the door with her good hand.

Penelope smiled when Tallulah opened the door, expecting to be able to engage in pleasantries, hand over her get-well gift, reassure her new friend that she was appreciated. Then, the door opened and she was pulled inside too quick to even say a word!

Penelope was a little overwhelmed at all of the information Tallulah was throwing at her. On the whole, she was a reserved soul who spoke little, particularly about heself. So, to go from a shocking number of stiches to a romance to the Negaverse to getting a new assignment? It was sort of like walking into a verbal tornado, and all she had to defend herself was the basket of apples that she clutched in her good hand.

Still, the black-haired teenager couldn't help but admire the other girl's ability to balance her personal life and her professional one as a Senshi. Whether Tallulah or Europa, she was always thinking of what to do next, how better they could serve. It actually made Penelope feel a bit ashamed; ever since recieving her own injury she had been nothing but a twisted knot of doubts, the same doubts that had plagued her from the very first day of being a Senshi. Doubts about whether she was the best person to wield this power, doubt about if she could actually affect change... doubt as to whether she was doing more harm than good. But Europa... Tallulah never seemed to doubt, never seemed to falter.

That was why Penelope immediately shifted her mind towards the task that Tallulah gave her, shifting her hold on the basket of apples as she replied, "I didn't... realize how badly people thought of us. I mean, I knew on some level but... I never thought they'd fight us." She paused here because even the memory of it was painful. But... perhaps there was something they could do, something that Ganymede, Valhalla, and Vin approved of. Penelope added, "I was going... to present at the next meeting, on the last project but... if you'd like I could tell you now, what we talked about. It might... be a solution, or well... a way to combat the bad image, at least."

Penelope immediately launched into her most professional tone, her back stiff as she tried to maintain her posture for her report. Which... was probably ruined, somewhat, by her having one arm in a sling and the other supporting a basket of apples. "We decided, collectively, that we could not force anyone to be purified... because we didn't want to turn into what we hate. But we thought that maybe we could get more information out there, to the public, to those that are being recruited by the Negaverse. Tell them the differences between our groups and our causes and... maybe that would help stem the tide somewhat."

The black-haired teenager shook her head when the older girl asked her about the Youtube videos, a small blush on her face as she admitted, "I... wasn't really interested in the monsters or anything until I was awakened. I mean... I was attacked in the library, once, but after that... I mostly just tried to forget about the experience instead of looking further into it." Which, really, she hadn't been ashamed of at the time--it had seemed natural for her to distance herself from the terror of the living storm, from having to literally throw a book at it to distract it so her future best friend could open a window, from having to dive out of said window. How many others had experiences just like hers and did nothing about it? Those were the kinds of people that they would be trying to reach with the podcasts... but if Tallulah's Youtube videos had failed, what was the chance of their new plan succeeding?

This cycle of self doubt, however, was cut off fairly quickly by Tallulah's next question. "O-of course!" Penelope stuttered, wondering why she hadn't thought to offer the clothes to her friend before. She carefully set the basket of apples down and reached for the stack of clothing with her good hand. Once she was cetain that she had a solid grip on the heavy fabric of the blue jeans, she moved to hand them to Tallulah, "I'll just... turn around and let you get changed."

Penelope picked up her basket of apples again once Tallulah had taken her clothing. She was honestly far more relaxed than she probably should be, but having the more experienced Senshi take control was appropriate in her eyes. Having the other girl's approval of the plan that the other Jovians had suggested only solidified that calm, though the idea of what the news would say made the black-haired girl bite her lip. "It won't be good, I'm sure. They were dressed as us... and claiming to be us, claiming that we were like them." The memory of it gave the girl's quiet voice a hard edge, and she couldn't help but curl her good hand into a fist. The memory of it--the gall of the Negaverse to pretend to be Senshi, the damage they had managed to inflict... yes, they had to work to make sure such a thing never happened again.

"I don't think that it's necessarily odd to be curious," Penelope reassured her friend. "And it seems like you to pursue the truth, above all else." When Tallulah gestured towards the basket, she quickly shifted gears and moved towards her. "Of course, I'm sorry! I didn't... know what else to bring as a get well gift... and I figured everyone liked apples?" At the mention of the next meeting, the teenager became more serious, nodding as she agreed, "Yes, of course. I'll report more fully and have the others discuss their thoughts too. Honestly, it was more their ideas than mine."

The X-files was a little past Penelope's time... but seeing Tallulah in good, determined spirits comforted her and gave her hope that they would succeed. The black-haired teen knew that she could do little on her own--probably even less with her arm, but with her experienced friend and ally... with all her friends and allies, she was confident that they could succeed. At least the older girl liked the apples, which was a weight off of Penelope's mind.

"Oh... it was no trouble! I mean... you came to see me first," Penelope finished quietly, aware even to her own ears how lame that sounded. With a nervous gesture of her hand, she added, "And... that's what friends do. Right?"

The simple 'yup' might have been understated, bt to Penelope it was valued praise and reassurance that she had done the right thing in coming. For the nervous teenager, that was enough.

The Surrounding... Penelope did not know much about the place, aside from the name and that it had some connection to the students missing from Destiny City. Still, she was content to let Tallulah handle whatever was going on once she had taken a couple of days to heal. She assumed that the Senshi of the Deep could handle anything thrown at her and that if, for whatever reason, her fellow Jovian thought she would be of help, that she would call. So, the teenager nodded and smiled to indicate that she had heard the plan and took the second part of the directions to heart--leave the room before the father came back. (Although, strangely, Spider-Man was a character Penelope felt she could discuss. She'd read the main parts of his canon, anyway.) So, she waved with her good hand and made her way to the door, "Do take care, Tallulah... I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself more."