Night fell upon the Fandomverse, and the stars glimmered in the clear, violet skies over the tenement. The building is fairly large, but not nearly as huge as it needed to be to house the infinite number of Fandoms that resided in this small pocket dimension. This problem had been solved years and years ago, mainly by donated technologies that allow the building to be bigger on the inside. The lobby and halls are a hodgepodge of magical artifacts, strange creatures and devices, and hardly any of the decor seems to have anything to do with the rest of the various doodads and trinkets, but they're all keep organized and more or less neat all the same. All the recreational rooms on the ground floor are similarly riddled with peculiar possessions, though they are kept much more tidy and residents are encouraged to keep their jolly rogers, alien specimens, head crabs, grief seeds, keyblades and the like out, or at least not to leave them lying around areas like the kitchen and the pool. While the building might only look seven stories tall, the true number of floors is quite incredible and constantly increasing. Each floor holds 8 apartments, and each apartment has the essentials for living; a bathroom, a kitchen area, a bedroom, a living area and whatever installations and rearrangements the residing Fandom had added. There was also always an extra door, and this door, which could come in just about any shape and size, led to the Fandom's world. Each portal was unique, and led to worlds of magic, of future technologies and never ending chaos. In room 4-4, this door had just opened. Madoka stepped through the portal into her room, her entire being glowing brilliantly as she transformed out of her yellow magical girl outfit and returned to her more casual attire. She had no need to purify her soul gems, but nevertheless she'd wander through the galaxy colored door and knock out a few witches, just to be diligent. She couldn't meddle with the canon events, of course, but still, it was a good work out eradicating a witch or two. There were some dangerous and bloodthirsty fandoms lurking about, after all, and with her pink tutu and big, puffy bows, Madoka is often underestimated and mistaken for a docile and harmless Fandom. As she enters the front room of her suite, she can just barely hear the sound of voices. The tenement is beginning to get lively as Fandoms return from their portals, as this is typically about the time folks start wandering the halls, mingling and occasionally starting war. Madoka doesn't manage to take more than two steps before her stomach roars, reminding her that she hasn't eaten anything that wasn't pocky or some other kind of sweet since breakfast. Famished, but with little patience to allow her the time to pack a decent meal, Madoka is soon out the door, nibbling on the piece of toast hanging through her mouth. It doesn't take much time at all for her to bounce over to the elevator, and she quickly taps the down button, humming her opening theme as she waits.